Gilli got together the Omega team.

Lea stood in front of me with her mouth open.

"Why does Gilli know who you are talking about?"

"Uh, Fangirls get around?" was my answer. Which was true.

The last few years, I had woken up to the sound of shrill squealing, and the door slamming. I knew it was Gilli, because the chair in the corner of my room had been covered in stickers of skittles and had a tiny paper shrine to cheetos taped to one leg.

And also, Toasteeto was curled up in the seat, with his tail plugged into the wall. Way to be discreet, Gilli.

I knew that I spouted important stuff while I sleep, like who Leo is for example, so I put six locks on the door, five on each of the windows, made the room soundproof, then put a charm against portals up. But, as stated, fangirls get around. I still woke up, for weeks after, to the sound of Gilli squealing, a door slam, the sound of an iPhone on low battery, or a hissing toaster cat.

After a while, I had cornered her and forced her to swear not to tell anybody, or I would wipe her memory and dump her back in the OD. I wasn't being mean, I just had a bad day. I apologized later. Then her cat threw exploding toast at me.

We're cool now.

Lea huffed and glared at me.

"If you didn't want me to know, you should have just said so. If this 'Leo' is nobody, then it wouldn't matter if you told me." She stormed out.

Its worth it, my mind whispered.

Totally.

Then she burst back in the room carrying two books. She threw them at my head.

"At first you say brother, then Gilli says Leo, then Sammy says grandchild. What the flip is wrong with telling Lea?! Can't I know anything??"

She walked back out and slammed the door in my face.

Cant she just be grateful? I growled and made little hand motions toward the door as if I could strangle her from here.

We're good siblings, really.

Really.

###★NICO*TIME*SKIPPERZZZ★###

I walked silently in the Hall of Chaos.

I just wanted to help. I wanted to be the hero. Now look where it has me. "Everything I have ever done is just a big screw up....."

I pass millions of paintings, each one shows the life and death of a Chaos. Stars and blood and battlefields are the paintings I pass. It is not called the hall of Chaos for nothing. Every scene- gruesome deaths of the creators. I paid no attention, I had seen them so many times.

I needed to go through the Hall of Chaos to make it to the conference room. I always try to move quickly, because I hate the last painting.

But I just can't avoid it.

The last painting. Made so beautifully, the art so gruesome. Two lone figures lay in the middle of the painting. One, obviously injured, lay in the others arms, his dark red hair wild. Blood spattered everywhere. The injured man's wings were broken and bleeding, feathers scattered all around. The other guy has his head hung low, chocolate brown hair covering his face.

But I still knew it was me. I still knew that I was crying. I still knew.

Every time a creator dies, one single person in the palace has a dream about it. They then start sleep painting, perfectly, even if they haven't picked up a paintbrush in their entire life. When they wake up they don't even know what they had done.

This time it just happened to Bianca. She felt super guilty when I walked past it the day after he died. Her curly signature graced the bottom corner.

I sighed and pushed the conference room door open.

The conference room was much like the Athena cabin. Bookshelves, battle maps, blueprints. The works.

The Omega team were all sitting around a table.

Luke, Michael, Castor, Silena, Beckendorf, Ethan, Zoë, Percy, Gilli, Bianca, Sammy, me.

And not Lea.

Oh yeah, Percy joined us a while after Chaos died, so he's been with us for about five years.

How he died, no one knows. But I'll be damned if anyone says he was killed by monsters.

Its more likely that he was killed by every person in the world working for the government and in military forces teaming up to assassinate him.

No way could he have died by a monster. But from the way it seemed, something else killed him, before he died.

As it turns out, Annabeth turned into a huge whore, and cheated on him. I guessed that by the time he found out, she had banged more guys than the entire Aphrodite cabin and and the guy who invented being gay (Apollo) put together.

(A/n: I don't know why, but I suddenly just started shipping Nico and Apollo. Wha..? And should I do it...)

She had broken him, but he is mostly back to normal now. I guess seeing all of his old friends helped. But he was still stuck on the 'not my type' thing. His team name is Lazuli.

Everyone stood when I came in.

"Night, what's up with your sister? Light is trying to kill everyone!" Lazuli asked.

"We have to go to earth. Demigod dimension."

"So? She has nobody to hate there." Anger questioned. Me, Percy, Sammy, and Gilli shared a look.

"Not yet." Percy said.

"Thank you, Mr. Optimistic." Blazer commented. Percy brandished his slice of pizza.

Where does this guy get food from?

"So didja tell her?" Question from all four.

I rolled my eyes."No! Gods, it's like you guys WANT me to reboot her brain. If I wanted that, I'd just go borrow Taylor from the Vey Dimension."

(Comment if u get it)

Heros and Captain wiggled their eyebrows.

"Ooooh, Taylor..." I rolled my eyes and flipped them off.

Huntress slapped my hand. "Bad, Nico. Bad. Very bad."

I recoiled and looked at her like she was insane.

"Shut up. She has her dimension's Jason, so just stahp." Percy said, continuing with Luke and Beckendorf.

They looked at him confused.

Percy blinked. "Oh yeah, Jason is a roman dude who's like.... Wait guys, I didn't tell you about the romans? Well there was a-"

"Okay!" I cut in.

"We leave tomorrow."
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