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LUCIA HAD BEEN SCARED OF THE DARK FOR MOST OF HER LIFE.

But normally, when that alarming sensation creeped up on her, the dark was not forty feet tall. It did not have large black wings, a whip made out of stars, and a shadowy chariot pulled by vampire horses.

Nyx was almost too much to take in. Looming over the chasm, she was a churning figure of ash and smoke, larger than any Olympian, giant, or titan she had ever encountered, and very much alive and moving.

Her dress was void black, mixed with the colors of a space nebula as if galaxies were emerging in her bodice. Her face was hard to see except for the pinpoints of her eyes, which shone like quasars. Lucia swallowed, the longer she stared the more panic that arose in her.

When her wings beat, waves of darkness rolled over the cliffs, making Lucia feel her eyelids get heavy as exhaustion took over, her eyesight dimmed seeking complete darkness as she drifted off into eternal sleep. Fear pierced through her chest. She widened her eyes and looked up.

The goddess's chariot was made of the same material as Nico's sword—Stygian iron. It was pulled by two massive horses, all black except for their pointed silver fangs. The beasts' legs floated in the abyss, turning from solid to smoke as they moved.

The horses snarled and bared their fangs at Lucia. The goddess lashed her whip—a thin streak of stars like diamond barbs and the horses reared back.

"No, Shade," the goddess said. "Down, Shadow. These little prizes are not for you."

Percy eyed the horses as they nickered. He was still shrouded in Death Mist, so he looked like an out-of-focus corpse which caused Lucia to wince every time she looked over at him, her heart was racing, slamming against her ribcage.

It couldn't have been a very effective disguise, since Nyx could see them. Though, Lucia hoped it was just her primordial goddess status, she really hoped so.

She couldn't read the expression on Percy's ghoulish face very well. But apparently, he didn't like whatever the horses were saying.

"Uh, so you won't let them eat us?" he asked the goddess. "They really want to eat us."

Nyx's quasar eyes burned. "Of course not. I would not let my horses eat you, any more than I would let Akhlys kill you. Such fine prizes, I will kill myself!"

Lucia was tired of being on the top of Tartarus' kill list. Sure, as a demigod she was used to her life being at risk everywhere she went. But in this place, someone was trying to kill her at every corner and she was starting to take it very personally.

She didn't feel particularly courageous, but her instincts told her to take the initiative and come up with something, or this conversation would die down fast.

Literally.

"Oh, come on now no need to kill yourself!" she cried. "We're not that terrifying. Plus it would totally ruin this trip. I mean I came for a good time."

The goddess lowered her whip. "What? No, I didn't mean—"

"Well, I'm glad!" Lucia looked at Percy and forced a harmonious laugh. "We wouldn't want to scare Nyx to death, now would we?"

"Ha, ha," Percy delivered weakly. "No, we wouldn't."

The vampire horses looked confused. They reared and snorted and knocked their dark heads together. Nyx pulled back on the reins.

"Do you know who I am?" she demanded.

"Well, duh you are the personification of Night, I guess," said Lucia. "I mean, I can tell because you're dark and everything, though they didn't say much about you in the reviews. Hmm soooo? what do you got to show? The stage is yours."

Nyx's eyes winked out for a moment. "What? reviews—stage?"

Lucia looked at Percy and clicked her tongue. "Not very impressive."

Percy licked his lips. "Uh-huh." He was still watching the horses, his hand tight on his sword hilt, but he was smart enough to follow her lead. Even when he really wanted to tell her that this idea was crazy, and that was coming from him.

Now she just had to hope she wasn't making things worse...though there was no way things could be any worse. She was up against the primordial goddess of Night. If Lucia was going to be forced to face her fear and die on top of that, she would rather do it trying to save herself and Percy. 

"Anyway," Lucia shrugged, "I read the entire list and they didn't spotlight you as one of the performers in the show. And only the hottest of the hottest are featured in the Tartarus showcase. We got to see what the River Phlegethon could do, the Cocytus, the Arai, the poison glade of Akhlys, even some random Titans and giants, but Nyx..hmm, no, you weren't mentioned in anything. Guess they didn't think you were worthy enough to be on there."

"What list are you talking about?! Featured?"

"Yeah," Percy said, warming up to the idea. "We came down here for only the most exclusive power showcase of all time! The Underworld is overdone. Mount Olympus is a snooze fest—"

"Tartarus is where the real fun is. " Lucia agreed. "So we booked tickets to the Tartarus exhibition, but the reviews never ever mentioned we would run into Nyx. So I guess you're not that important?"

"Not important!" Nyx cracked her whip. Her horses bucked and snapped their silvery fangs.

Waves of darkness rolled out of the chasm, turning Lucia's insides to mush, her heart was on the floor but she couldn't show her fear. She clenched and unclenched her clammy hands.

Quickly, she pushed down Percy's sword arm, forcing him to lower his weapon.

This was a goddess beyond anything they had ever faced. Nyx was older than any Olympian, Titan, or giant, older even than Gaea herself. She couldn't be defeated by two demigods at least not two demigods using force. That much was plain obvious.

Lucia made herself look at the goddess's massive face. She became blinded by darkness. She gulped but stared her dead on.

"Well, how many other demigods have come to see you perform?" she asked innocently.

Nyx's hand went slack on the reins. "None. Not one. This is unacceptable!"

Lucia shrugged. "Maybe it's because you haven't really done anything to get in the media spotlight. I didn't think it was that hard. But I mean, I can understand that there are a lot more showstopping acts. Tartarus—well this whole place is named after him for a reason. And, I mean Day was pretty cool with her light show—"

"Oh, yeah," Percy chimed in. "Day? She was totally impressive. I loved meeting her. Where did I put her autograph again." He patted his sides in search of the make-believe paper.

"Day!" Nyx gripped the rail of her black chariot. The whole vehicle shuddered. "You mean Hemera? She is my daughter! Night is much more powerful than Day!"

"Eh," said Lucia as if she were gossiping with Percy about the opening acts of a concert. "I liked the arai, or even Akhlys better. They had great moves."

"They are my children as well!"

Percy stifled a yawn. "Got a lot of children, huh?"

Lucia clicked her tongue and shook her head, "Now Percy, no judging."

Percy raised his hands in mock defense, "Just an observation. I support moms."

"I am the mother of all terrors!" Nyx cried. "The Fates themselves! Hecate! Old Age! Pain! Sleep! Death! And all of the curses! Behold how newsworthy I am!"

"Wait. Not to pry but like who's the dad—"

"Gods, is that really what you're thinking about? We're being surrounded!"

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NYX LASHED HER WHIP AGAIN. The darkness congealed around her. On either side, an army of shadows appeared—more dark-winged arai, which Lucia was not thrilled to see; a withered man who could have been Geras, the god of old age; and a younger woman in a black toga, her eyes gleaming and her smile like a serial killer's—no doubt Eris, the goddess of strife. More kept appearing: dozens of demons and minor gods, each one the spawn of Night.

Lucia felt a sharp rush of terror run through her. She could have bolted then and there. Seeing this many powerful and merciless beings would snap anyone's sanity. But if she turned her back on them, she would have certainly found something pierced through it before she could even take her second step.

Next to her, Percy's breathing turned shallow. Even through his corpse disguise, Lucia could tell he was on the verge of hysteria.

She had to have hope for the both of them.

But it was so hard...

Give up. Her own body urged. I've tried. It's too much...too much darkness and pain. I can't do it anymore...

She stared ahead.

Until something caught her attention.

Her eyes flickered down to her dimly lit hands. They sparkled brighter and let off static the longer she stared as if she were building up her power.

Fuck that!

I am Lucia.

I am human but I am also half god...

Power runs through my veins due to both sides of me. I'm stronger than I think. she reminded herself. I have endured years of abuse from mortals and immortals. I have fought off titans, monsters, and even myself. I resisted Kronos. I resisted Hecate. I am stronger than magic and manipulation. I have chosen to keep focusing on the good, I've fought off everything trying to dim my light. And godsdamn it I will get out of this dark-ass smelly place and find my way home with my boyfriend! I don't care if I die trying because I won't stop trying! I won't!

She stared at the dark figures ahead of her. Chin raised and she breathed in softly.

She smiled, "Yeah, not bad," she admitted. "I guess we could stay and see what you got. Maybe if you're good enough I can upload a video on Olympus' webpage and you'll get some reviews. Though you've got some good competition. The giant Damasens video got millions of views and likes. And you guys are just so...dark. Even if I used a flash, I'm not sure it would come out. Maybe I could try something....brighter?"

"Y-yeah," Percy managed. "You guys aren't photogenic."

"You—miserable-tourists!" Nyx hissed. "How dare you not tremble before me! How dare you not whimper and beg for my autograph and a video of my grandeur! Do you want newsworthy? My son Hypnos once put Zeus to sleep! When Zeus pursued him across the earth, bent on vengeance, Hypnos hid in my palace for safety, and Zeus did not follow. Even the king of Olympus fears me!"

"Uh-huh." Lucia turned to Percy. "Well, I'm getting tired and a smidge bored. We should probably get lunch at one of those top restaurants the reviews recommended. I'm thinking Thai-tan's. After we can find the Doors of Death."

"Aha!" Nyx cried in triumph. Her brood of shadows stirred and echoed: "Aha! Aha!"

"You wish to see the Doors of Death?" Nyx asked. "They lie at the very heart of Tartarus. Mortals such as you could never reach them, except through the halls of my palace—the Mansion of Night!"

She gestured behind her. Floating in the abyss, maybe three hundred feet below, was a doorway of black marble, leading into some sort of large room.

Lucia's heart pounded so strongly that she felt the thumping in her forehead. That was the way forward—but it was so far, down an impossible jump. If they missed they would fall into Chaos, and be scattered into nothingness—a final death with no do-over.

Even if they could make the jump, the goddess of night and her most fearsome children stood in their way. So she had to get passed them.

With a jolt, Lucia realized what needed to happen. She knew it was an insane thought and the outcomes could vary from success to being incinerated. In a way, that calmed her down.

A crazy idea in the face of death? Yeah, what's new?

Okay, her body seemed to say, relaxing. This is familiar territory.

She managed a bored sigh. "I suppose we could do one video, but I don't have enough time to get all of you. Plus I'm going to have to use a lot of energy to get you guys to show up on camera. Nyx, how about one of you with your favorite child? Which one is that?"

The brood rustled. Dozens of horrible glowing eyes turned toward Nyx.

The goddess shifted uncomfortably as if her chariot were heating up under her feet. Her shadow horses huffed and pawed at the void.

"My favorite child?" she asked. "All my children are terrifying!"

Percy snorted. "Seriously? I've met the Fates. I've met Thanatos. They weren't so scary. You've got to have somebody in this crowd who's worse than that."

"The darkest," Lucia insisted. "The most like you. The golden child—Or obsidian child I guess?"

"I am the darkest," hissed Eris. "Wars and strife! I have caused all manner of death!"

"I am darker still!" snarled Geras. "I dim the eyes and addle the brain. Every mortal fears old age!"

"Yeah, yeah," Lucia swatted her hand like what they were saying was meaningless, she swallowed down the lump in her throat, "I'm not seeing enough darkness. I mean, you're the children of Night! Show me dark! Show me something that can resist anything. That can snuff out all things light and good. Give me your best...."

The horde of Arai wailed, flapping their leathery wings and stirring up clouds of blackness. Geras spread his withered hands and dimmed the entire abyss. Eris breathed a shadowy spray of buckshot across the void.

"I am the darkest!" hissed one of the demons.

"No, I!"

"No! Behold my darkness!"

If a thousand giant octopuses had squirted ink at the same time, at the bottom of the deepest, most sunless ocean trench, it could not have been blacker.

Lucia might as well have been blind. She gripped Percy's hand and steeled her nerves.

She whispered, "We have to be quick. The moment you see me go. You follow."

"I can't see anything..." He whispered back.

"You'll see me." She asserted

"Wait!" Nyx called, suddenly panicked. "I can't see anything."

"Yes!" shouted one of her children proudly. "I did that!"

"No, I did!"

"Fool, it was me!"

Dozens of voices argued in the darkness.

The horses whinnied in alarm.

"Stop it!" Nyx yelled. "Whose foot is that?"

"Eris is hitting me!" cried someone. "Mother, tell her to stop hitting me!"

"I did not!" yelled Eris. "Ouch!"

The sounds of scuffling got louder. If possible, the darkness became even deeper. Lucia swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. She inhaled sharply, she took a small moment to prepare herself.

She squeezed Percy's hand. "Ready?"

"No."

"Somebody give me light!" Nyx screamed. "Gah! I can't believe I just said that!"

"Come on!" Lucia screamed and in an instant, she willed herself to shine as bright as she possibly could. She heard wailing and shrieks as her feet pounded on the ground.

"Suns out!"

Holograms of her surrounded the room, dozens more than she was used to creating, shining almost as bright as a football field.

The group of creatures groaned at the sudden shining light piercing through the darkness. They all cringed and shrieked in disdain.

The holograms flickered on and off, Lucia was using too much power. But that seemed to help her disorient the creatures more effectively. It was even giving Percy Vertigo, but the real Lucia thankfully held onto his grip as they charged forward.

"It's a trick!" Eris yelled. "The demigods are escaping!"

"I've got them," screamed an arai swiping forward.

A hologram Lucia popped in front of her and flickered on and off.

"No, that's my neck!" Geras gagged.

"Jump!" Lucia told Percy.

They leaped into the darkness, aiming for the doorway far, far below.

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AFTER FALLING FOR DAYS IN TARTARUS, jumping three hundred feet to the Mansion of Night should have felt ten times quicker.

Instead, Lucia's heart seemed to slow down, she felt as if Kronos was there laughing in her ears as the world moved in slow motion.

She closed her eyes and thought of her happiest memories.

If she was about to die and become a splatter stain on Nyx's floor, she wanted the last thing she saw to be the happiest moments of her life, she wanted to imagine the people that made her happiest...

Her feet hit solid floor. Pain shot up her legs, but she stumbled forward and broke into a run, hauling Percy after her. She had now dimmed down entirely.

She was now in complete darkness.

She was more than exhausted, puffs of air came out of her in quick breaths. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping her upright.

Above them in the dark, Nyx and her children scuffled and yelled, "I've got them! My foot! Stop it!"

Lucia kept running. She couldn't see in the pure darkness, so she closed her eyes.

She pushed down the flashbacks threatening to come up. She drowned out the noise of a gunshot with memorized lyrics from her father's band. She purged out her fear with love.

A memory hit her of Hyacinthus smiling down at her toddler self, he placed a large tiara on her tiny head.

"Now see that looks wayyy better than those dumb daphne leaves" He snorted jealously.

She smiled and was able to focus back on the present. Her fear thinned, allowing her to return to the threat at hand.

She used her other senses—listening for the echo of open spaces, feeling for cross-breezes against her face, sniffing for any scent of danger—smoke, poison, or the stench of demons.

She focused her ears to listen to the tiniest of sounds.

The squabbling sounds of Nyx's children got farther and farther away. That was great.

Percy was still running at her side, holding her hand. Even better.

In the distance ahead of them, Lucia began to hear a throbbing sound, like her own heartbeat echoing back, amplified so powerfully, that the floor vibrated underfoot. The sound filled her with dread, so she figured it must be the right way to go. She ran faster toward it.

As the beat got louder, she smelled smoke and heard the flickering of torches on either side. She guessed there would be light, but a crawling sensation across her neck warned her it would be a mistake to open her eyes.

"Don't look," she told Percy.

"Wasn't planning on it," He said. "You can feel that, right? We're still in the Mansion of Night. I do not want to see it."

Whatever horrors resided in the Mansion of Night, she didn't want to see either. She figured she had enough haunting memories to last her a lifetime.

The better option was to run in darkness...

The throbbing got louder still, sending vibrations straight up Lucia's spine. It felt like someone was knocking on the bottom of the world, demanding to be let in. She sensed the walls opening up on either side of them. The air smelled fresher—or at least not quite as sulfurous. There was another sound, too, closer than the deep pulsing...the sound of flowing water.

Lucia's heart raced. She knew the exit was close. If they could make it out of the Mansion of Night, maybe they could leave the dark brood of demons behind.

She began to run faster, which would have meant her death if Percy hadn't stopped her.

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"LUZ!" PERCY PULLED HER BACK just as her foot hit the edge of a drop-off. She almost pitched forward but Percy grabbed her and wrapped her up in his arms. He squeezed her closer the moment their bodies made contact.

"It's okay," he promised whispering against her ear. His lips grazed her hair. "I've got you..."

She pressed her face into his shirt and kept her eyes closed tight. She was trembling, but not simply from the fear she's had to endure.

Percy's embrace was so warm and comforting that she wanted to stay there forever, safe and protected...but that was not an option with everything going on.

She had to face reality. She couldn't afford to relax. She couldn't lean on Percy any more than she had to.

He needed her, too.

She gently disentangled herself from his arms, but kept her body pressed to his side. "How did you know...."

"It's water, I'm still not looking. I don't think it's safe yet." He said. "I can sense a river...or maybe it's a moat. It's blocking our path, flowing left to right through a channel cut in the rock. The opposite side is about twenty feet away."

Lucia mentally cursed at herself. She'd heard the flowing water, but she didn't consider that she was running headlong into it.

"Is there a bridge, or—?"

"I don't think so," Percy said. "And there's something wrong with it."

Lucia concentrated. Within the roaring current, thousands of voices cried out-shrieking in agony, pleading for mercy. The voices were so loud and clear, she felt as if they were surrounding her, shrieking right next to her.

Help! they groaned. It was an accident!

The pain! their voices wailed. Make it stop!

Lucia didnt need to open her eyes to visualize a black briny current filled with tortured souls being swept deeper and deeper into Tartarus.

"The fifth river of the Underworld." She guessed.

"I liked the Phlegethon better than this," Percy muttered.

"I—Shit—I can't remember the name but it's the River of Pain. The ultimate punishment for the souls of the damned—murderers, especially."

Murderers! the river wailed. Yes, like you!

Join us, another voice whispered. You are no better than we are.

Lucia's head was flooded with images of all the monsters she'd killed over the years.

That wasn't murder. she protested. Not when I was trying to save my own life! It's called self-defense!

The river changed course through her mind-showing her the mortal demigods and creatures she was forced to fight and often wound during her time on the Princess Andromeda. It showed her being merciless as she followed all of Kronos' orders. Finally, she saw Beckendorf's signal to Percy, seconds before his death...

I...I didn't want to hurt anyone...

Suddenly, Agatha's burnt chest stared back at her, blood spilling from the hole seared inside her as her body fell limp on the ground.

That—That's different! I—

She saw her close friend Bianca di Angelo, disappearing in the collapse of the metal giant Talos.

Zoë Nightshade, her friend slain on Mount Tamalpais.

Lee fletcher...Michael Yew... Silena Beauregard...who were all dead and gone.

You could have prevented it, the river told Lucia. You should have seen a better way.

Then there he was.

Ethan.

His hand in her grip, his tearful eyes looking up at her. The blood and poison spreading over his armor. His hand slipping away from her as he hurtled down to his awaiting death.

His blood is on your hands! the river wailed. There should have been another way!

Lucia had wrestled relentlessly with the same thought many times since his passing. The fact she was blamed by his own cousin didn't help the guilt that churned within her. She'd tried to convince herself Ethan's death wasn't her fault—that she didn't play a role at all.

Ethan had chosen his path and this was his fate... Lucia didn't control fate...And she was sick of this destiny-centered world still acting like she ever had much of a choice in her life. Especially when it came to her relationship with Ethan and what led to it...

Still... she didn't know for certain if his soul had found peace in the Underworld, or if he'd been reborn, or if he'd been washed into Tartarus because of his crimes. He might be one of the tortured voices flowing past right now, calling out to her...

You murdered him! the river cried. Jump in and share his punishment!

Percy gripped her arm. "Don't listen."

"But—" Her lower lip trembled, "It's all I can hear—a-and—"

"I know. They're telling me the same stuff.." His voice sounded as brittle as ice. "So focus on me. I think...I think this moat must be the border of Night's territory. If we get across, we should be okay. We'll have to jump."

"You said it was twenty feet Kelphead!" She screamed,

"Yeah. You'll have to trust me. Put your arms around my neck and hang on."

"How can you possibly—"

"There!" cried a voice behind them. "Kill the ungrateful tourists!"

"Catch me!" She squealed, Lucia jumped, and in seconds Percy cradled her up in his arms. His hands linked under her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice, "Hmm I've gotten good at that—"

"Percy! Go!" She shouted authoritatively.

She couldn't see how he managed it. But she figured he used the force of the river somehow. Maybe he was just scared out of his mind and charged with adrenaline. Whatever it was, she was just glad that if he failed she could swim—Then again this wasn't a river she particularly wanted to have a dive in.

Percy leaped with more strength than she would have thought possible. They sailed through the air as the river churned and wailed below them, splashing Lucia's bare ankles with stinging briny liquid.

Then—They were on solid ground again.

"You can open your eyes," Percy gasped, breathing hard. "But you won't like what you see."

Lucia blinked to see the dim red of Tartarus.

Before them stretched a valley big enough to fit an entire city. The booming noise came from the entire landscape as if thunder were echoing from beneath the ground. Under poisonous clouds, the rolling terrain glistened purple with dark red and blue scar lines.

Lucia gagged, her hand covered her mouth and she looked away. "Yeah no, that's nasty. See that's why Will is head medic and I'm just a tool collector. Oh gross—It's slimy and it's pulsing—!"

"The heart of Tartarus," Percy murmured.

Lucia's eyes flickered hesitantly to the center of the valley, which was covered with a fine black fuzz of peppery dots.

They were so far away, that it took Lucia a moment to see what it actually was.

An army —Of thousands. Maybe tens of thousands of monsters.

They were gathered around a central pinpoint of darkness. It was too far to see any details, but Lucia had no doubt what the pinpoint was. Even from the edge of the valley, She could feel its power tugging at her soul.

"The doors.." She mumbled out.

"Yeah." Percy's voice was hoarse. He still had the pale, wasted complexion of a corpse. Lucia imagined she looked just as bad. She knew she felt exhausted. So she imagined herself keeling over like a zombie.

She realized she'd forgotten all about their pursuers. "Wait what happened to Nyx...?"

She turned. Somehow they'd landed several hundred yards from the banks of Acheron, which flowed through a channel cut into black volcanic hills.

Beyond that was nothing but darkness.

No sign of anyone coming after them. Even the minions of Night didn't like to cross the Acheron.

She was about to ask Percy how he had gotten them so far when she heard the skittering of a rockslide in the hills to their left.

She drew an arrow. Percy raised Riptide.

A patch of glowing white hair appeared over the ridge, then a familiar grinning face with pure silver eyes.

"Bob?!" Lucia exclaimed, she was so ecstatic she jumped up. "Oh, Bob! It's you!"

"Friends!" The Titan lumbered toward them. The bristles of his broom had been burned off. His janitor's uniform was slashed with new claw marks, but he looked delighted. On his shoulder, Small Bob the kitten purred almost as loudly as the pulsing heart of Tartarus.

"Michu michu hello." Lucia nodded with a smile, and the cat responded with a meow.

"I found you!" Bob gathered them both in a rib-crushing hug. "You look like smoking dead people. That is good!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." Lucia huffed a loose hair strand out of her face.

"Urf," Percy said. "How did you get here? Through the Mansion of Night?"

"No, no." Bob shook his head adamantly. "That place is too scary. Another way—only good for Titans and such."

"Let me guess," Lucia trailed off. "You went sideways."

Bob scratched his chin, evidently at a loss for words. "Hmm. No. More...diagonal."

Lucia laughed loudly at his endearing expression. Here they were at the heart of Tartarus, facing an impossible, grand army—she would take any ounce of comfort she could collect.

She was ridiculously glad to have Bob the Titan with them again. She kissed his immortal nose in appreciation, which made him blink.

"We stay together now?" he asked her.

"Yes," Lucia smiled toward him in agreement. "Time to test if this Death Mist works."

"And if it doesn't..." Percy stopped himself.

There was no point in wondering. They were about to walk into their own death trap. If it was revealed that they were alive and breathing demigods, thousands of thousands of monsters would make sure to change that.

"Together....we win?" She wrinkled her nose up, the statement came out more of a question than anything, but just saying it gave her more confidence.

Percy's ghoulish figure gave her what seemed to be a smile.

"Doors of Death," He uttered, "Here we come."

A/N: Big update cause it's been a while since i've posted my dear Luz.

FYI Blood of Olympus will be the most unlike the original books but I think you will all enjoy Lucia's journey in Greece and the final battle, as well as all the other angst fluff and stuff I have in store :).

New chapters will be coming soon and Updates will be more frequent for Greek tragedy and all my books in about 2-3 weeks when I'm done taking my summer class. Hopefully, I can get more done sooner but I'm letting you all know the estimate.

I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter and stick around to see more!

with lots of love
—V