After my lovely encounter with William I was starting to have more confidence about my plans, but something did feel off; if William was part of the Rebellion, then so were more campers. It made sense, the Rebellion was huge, and they probably wanted as many demigods as possible. It wasn't like everyone at camp didn't rebel against the gods and what's more rebellious like than joining the Rebellion? I looked around me everyone around me might be a future enemy, but I had to keep calm if there were eyes all around than why not give them a show. As much as I wanted to walk up to every camper and ask if they were a rebel, that would take way to long and I would most likely not get honest answers. Maybe focusing on William was not the best battle strategy of getting rid of the Rebellion, true he could be of assistance in my assassination of their leader; but I feel that would only be a temporary solution. I would have to round up the others and see what who I'm up against, and if I have time take care of it. Frost bit at my nose, and the winds slightly picked up; my jacket was surprisingly warm, but I still wanted out of the cold. I figured I would go see where Hazel was at, hopefully she was at our cabin; lucky for me she was sitting on her bunk with a rough looking diamond in her hands.

"Hey." I smiled, she looked up still mindlessly playing with the precious gem.

"Hi." She wasn't very chatty but her tone wasn't bitter, I sat beside her my weight barley effecting the matters; she leaned ageist me her breathing synced with mine.

"Where were you?" Her eyes looking mildly puffy from when she was crying, but it was going down.

"I was at the infirmary talking to William." I answered, as I could feel a small vine wrap around my wrist.

"That's not what I meant, where did you disappear to?" The vine tightened its grasp, I wanted to tell her the truth, but I didn't want to endanger her. I know she can take care of herself, but I don't want to bring more demigods into this unless its necessary.

"Hiking." I said.

"Those tracks took me to some strange places, but I'm home now and that's what matters."  I smiled, Hazel looked at me not pleased at my answer.

"Why are you lying to me?" Her tone much colder.

"Because I-I was, on a secret quest; and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone else." Why didn't I start, with that one its much more convincing? Hazel seemed to buy it, as I could see her processing the information.

"What did you have to do?" She looked up at me, my real answer would have been long and depressing; making her feel shame for not coming to my aid.

"Well I'm not allowed to tell, if I do then a lightning bolt might strike me." I looked at the ground, this was for her own good, so how come I felt guilty for lying?

"Oh, well at least your home now and that's all that matters." She nudged me with her shoulder smiling, I wrapped my arm around her giving her a side ways hug; I was doing this for her own good, for the good of everyone. The rest of my afternoon was clear, until sword practice; now is my chance to see who is now my enemy. With my Stygian iron sword with frost slowly developing on the tip of my blade, some eyes gazed upon me with a smug look on my face I walked towards a few Ares kids who seemed to be cowering at my presence; I could hear them gulp I and I could smell their fear. With my eyes looking strait into their soul, watching them squirm under my gaze; I smiled calmly and raised my left hand with the scare still present, the flinched like they expected me to swing at them.

"Would any of you like to train with me?" they didn't speak, they only shifted uncomfortably.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue." I smirked maliciously, one decided to be brave and looked at his brothers.

"Um, sure yes I would love to." He ran his fingers through his red hair, I dint really know this son of Ares to well I knew his name was Terrance; he was attractive with tan and freckled skin, green eyes, and muscular despite the fact he had his tail between his legs at the moment, he was much taller than me and always looked ready to attack. His brothers both looked at him like this was the last time they would ever see him, and for all I knew maybe they were right. The child of Ares grabbed a sword of the bench next to him wrapping every finger around the grip individually, almost to waste time; I coughed to alert him that I wasn't going anywhere the noise made him make a high pitch noise which made me smile. He turned towards me taking a deep breath debating in his mind if he really wanted to do this, my breath turning into clouds with my every breath; making me feel impatient.

"Ready?" I said with my sword in my hands.

"Yep, ready as ill ever be." We walked out deeper into the area, where we were almost center. To my right, I could see small purple flowers begin to bloom, and almost instantly get suffocated by the frost. Almost instantly I struck, his defence was much weaker than it could have been making him lose balance; with one fluid motion, I slashed his weapon out of his hands. When a second he could realize, it was to late he made a made a jump for his blade; his attempt was in vein as I picked it up pushing him back down with the hilt of his own sword. Then with a twirl for dramatic effect, I made the point of my blade an inch from his Adam's apple; and this own sword placed behind his neck. Campers started to look at us, curious to see what my next move would be and by the sweat running down my opponent's forehead he was wondering the same thing. There was no way to figure out for sure who was part of the Rebellion, but I did know how to become part of their nightmares; because fear is respect. I lifted my sword slowly and dropped his weapon, as I placed my sword in its holster and looked down at him; so, helpless it was pathetic, but at the same time I hopped he was friend not foe. I extended my hand to him, he was resentful at first then took my hand; his warm hands felt the shock of my sub-zero tempter he quivered instantly.

"Good match." I said shaking his hand.

"Yah good job Nico." His grip got mildly tighter, and with that came an idea. A way to find out who was truly part of the cult, and it would take place at the camp fire. Our hands let go of each other as our eyes were still locked, as he turned and ran to his brothers obovately talking about the dual because he kept turning around and looking at me. I turned and walked off to my cabin where much planning had to be done, as I walked inside Hazel was asleep in her bunk I tried to be quite and not to wake her. I leaned against the back board of my bed letting slipping my hand into the compartment I have under my mattress; inside was a book of notes about the dead that my father insisted I have, A dark brown worn out leather book, with ink drips and candle wax all over it. It has all types of information about the underworld, including how to attract individuals who don't have a soul. This section peaked my interest, if members sold their souls maybe I could find a way to make them gather in one location. As I read through every word it seemed it could work, but there is one problem the spell needs a common symbol for them; something that if were destroyed they would have no other choice but to congregate. My father once tried this spell, but he had no luck; he was not able to find the source that everyone in the Rebellion felt emotion towards. Any object could be my source of power, maybe a Camp Half-Blood necklace no they have no loyalties to this place, possibly some sort of ancient Greek or Roman artifact, maybe just placing a free food for people with ought a soul sign in the middle of the forest could do the trick also. Then it came to me it was so simple any moron could think of it, the symbol of what they care about most; nothing less than a snarling hellhound with red eyes on a brass pin. The last time I had it was in the infirmary where it was probably moved, or was it; it wouldn't hurt to check. I gathered the other ingredients I needed for my beechen of doom, the flame that would attract all of those filthy moths; Epson salt, diamond shards, the blood of a demon, and fresh pin needles; most of the ingredients were surprisingly easy to find thanks to Hazel and my very blood that ran through my veins, now all I needed was that pin.

As I walked inside the infirmary there wasn't much going on there was a kid asleep, but nothing to be worried about; I stood at the door frame where I was last when I saw the pin. It seemed so long ago, but I remembered every fine detail, I crouched down so I could see under the beds and other furniture. What was mostly dust bunnies and bandages something looked out of place something that seemed to reflect light. I reached out and touched it flooding with memories my hands first laced around this symbol of evil, I pulled it out and their it was the symbol that I wanted to spit on the hellhound of the Rebellion. I heard a small noise behind me and I jumped behind a bunk hoping not to be discovered, no one of concerned walked by, just a couple of Hermes kids checking on the demigod in the bed. I ran out as quickly as possibly, stuffing that hideous pin into my coat pocket but keeping my fingers laced around it in case someone decides to take it from me. As the sun slowly began to set making the camp have this golden glow making it look more magical than usual, as the stars slowly began to burst to life like precious explosions of diamonds and tinsel; the stars calmed me even though the sun was dulling their magnificent glow. Campers were starting to head to the fire pit, I knew that's when I would need to do the ceremony; because the glow of the massive fire would almost camouflage my much smaller flame burning in the distance, invisible to all of my allies, but the most powerful compulsion to enemy.

I waited in the background, I told Hazel I would not be participating in tonight's activates; because I wanted to get something done first, she didn't seem to mind. While everyone was singing, and laughing, I was preparing my trap. First, I put an old log on a dry surface; the forest floor would have to do. Second put a ring of Epson Salt around what I burning, third I place the pine needles on top of what I burning make sure they don't touch the ground. Forth I put the shards on the North, East, South, and West part of your circle. Then add the demon's blood on top of the needles. Hesitantly I lifted my already scared hand flexing every tendon within it, I made a small scratch on a puffy part of my wound; within seconds red crimson soon bubbled up from my veins, like rain it trickled down on top off the needles. As the blood dried under my nails I clenched my fist in hopes to slow down the bleeding, as my pulsing hand began to slow down I reached in my pocket for the final element. The brass pin reflected the suns majestic glow, but adding its own demonic shimmer upon it; I placed it where for sure the fires would engulf it, the I garbed a match. With a spark of fire danced on top of the tip of the stick, chanting the language of death I threw the fire starter on my trap and in matter of seconds a swirling vortex of flames climbed to about three feet, with a violet glow at the base. I climbed up an oak tree so no rebels could see me and run, I leaned against a branch sturdy enough to hold my weight.

With my sword in hand I watched at the light of the flames made the Stygian iron have flexes of purple on it, the waiting was the worse part mind numbingly boring. Yet I knew what was happening to them, they feel a nagging feeling their stomach compelling them to go to the woods; making them feel almost sick, then they would hear the whispers sweet voices telling them to come. then images of the fire will flicker in their heads seducing them, while inserting fear within their bodies. As much as I wanted to see this happen I knew I needed to stay into my position, so I waited. Within an hour of waiting foot steps could be heard, slowly walking towards me not caring where he or she stepped because I could hear twinges being carelessly snapped under their feet. The sound soon grew to more than just one individual, mindless rebels soon gathered in a circle around the fire; their eyes were dilated, and their iris had a purple glaze. I counted the mindless drones there were about twenty with more on their way, disgust filled my stomach I saw people from almost every cabin. William was one of the last people to come, he stumbled in like a drunken man; but didn't speak a syllable. They stood like statues, the only movement slight shifts in their position.

"Doesn't feel good dose it, not having control." Their eyes snapped towards me, as they tried to regain their minds.

"I was starting to think no one would show, but here you are so we should get started with the threats" They started looking for an escape rout, I lifted my sword as the Earth began to shake; the demigods fell to the ground as thick walls of stone and mud rose to create a seven-foot barrier trapping them inside. I shadow traveled to the top of my grand structure looking down at the confused traders, when they regained their footing they look at me with terror; William put his arm in front of Drew who looked like she was about to scream.

"Oh, how sweet, your scared." I smiled and twirled dissolving into shadows, then regaining physical from beside a puffed chest William Solace. I winked at him, blood rushed to his cheeks; his eyes darted away and I continued to speck.

"Now let's get to the brass tax." I started twirling my blade in my hands, as I watch the sweat drip down their forehead; and shallow breathes and clouds of steam filled the air.

"Now I'm am offering you a chance to not face my rage, and will let you continue your pathetic lives. Of course, all good things come at a price, and that price is you tell me everything about your dishonorable Rebellion." Mumbles flowed through the crowd, one brave son of Iris spoke out.

"Never you demon, The Rebellion has hope and we will never sell it out!" I smiled sinisterly at the demigod, barley considering what he had said. I merely laughed.  

"What's so funny?"  Less confidence in his voice, I could tell he was slowly backing up.

"I just find it funny, I find it amusing that you think you can talk to me like that. Also, I would like you to remember what I can do to you." Another demigod got courage to speak.  

"You can't touch us, we have no souls for you to torment!" The group of scum were starting to agree, but still I didn't react only tilted my head slightly.

"True, but what I was planning to do has absolutely nothing to do with soul." I walked up to the cowering half blood.

"What I have in store is much worse, you not having souls only means my sword can't do as much damage, but let me tell you this you aren't invincible. I will find new and exciting ways of making your lives hell, and if I can't get to you I will hunt down anyone you love and I will destroy them and make you watch." Thick vines claimed the walls with sharp spikes spiraled randomly around them, the chilled air filled all of their lungs, perfectly realizing that I was not bluffing. Soon no one wanted to speak, all eyes looked at me with fear; except one a pair of baby blue eyes were much softer look.

"Now I will give you till sun down for you to make a decision, and I word of advice act like the rats you are and jump off your sinking ship." I turned and walked to the edge of my prison.

"And don't go crying to your precious Rebellion, because I'm always watching." With a snap of my fingers the walls collapsed, and I evaporated into the shadows leaving them. I reappeared near the Big House, I felt a little weak but the new powers were keeping me grounded. Everyone was in bed fast asleep, not aware of what was going to happen; I didn't want to go back to my cabin, I just wanted to take a minuet. I turned and I could still see the mild glow of my fire, and figures walking towards me.

"Here we go." I whispered to myself.

End of Chapter Eleven