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L I A M · O ' C O N N O R
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xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ m o n i k e r (s) || None to note.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || Twenty-two.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Male

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || Wexford, Ireland

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s e x u a l i t y || Heterosexual

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r e l a t i o n s h i pxxs t a t u s || Single, uninterested.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r a c e || Demigod.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p a r e n t || Ares.

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§ e y e s || Bluish-Green

§ h a i r || Shaggy Brown

§ h e i g h t || 6' 7"

§ w e i g h t || 290 lbs

§ s k i n || Tan

§ s c a r s || Riddled with them. There is a noticeable stab wound at the left waist, and it was obvious, at some point, that he had a deep gash on his right shoulder. The man wears his scars like trophies of a life well-fought for.

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§ d e s c r i p t i o n || Tall, brawny, intimidating; he towers over almost everyone he meets, and uses that to his advantage. While he might not be too book smart, his rippling physique dominates the battlefield. What do you need a brain for when your muscles have muscles? No one. He's blessed with sun-tanned skin, a hard body, and a rugged appearance. He tries very little to be well-put together, opting for that five o'clock shadow that can easily turn into a full blown beard.

His attire is typically casual; t-shirts, jeans, a pair of gym shorts.

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§ Liam is genuinely as destructive emotionally as he is physically. If one is looking for a man that treats women like throwaways, thinks he's the Olympus' gift to the world, and has a generally nasty attitude - look no further. This is your guy. While the ladies might fall head over heels for him and his good looks, he's known to kick them out of bed in the morning and probably calls them the name of his last lay. If he ever puts himself in an emotional relationship, it is probably not a healthy one and tips eerily in the direction of being controlling and ruled by his way or the highway.

He's a man of vice and violence; drinking, smoking, illegal fight clubs. This is just the tip of the ice-burg, and what lies just beneath it is emotional insecurity and huge attachment issues. He's valorous and ready to put himself in the throws of danger, but there is no genuine cost to him. Nothing exists, or has existed in his past, that gives him a purpose other than this drive to live on the edge of death and in the pursuit of the next thrill.

Yet, who knows what could be in store for him. A place where he can be himself, where people might understand and know how to tame the feral beast, could give him something other than the cold reality of living to eventually die Not that he isn't okay with that - so long as he takes a few people with him.

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§ Liam's Ares given abilities allow him to conjure weapons on the fly. He also has a physique that is superior to even the most elite human athlete, and it only helps that his always conditioning himself and seeing how much further he can take his body. He knows that he is resilient, and while he carries scarring, it takes a lot of force to tear his skin. Lastly, he is a master of forcing his opponents to teem with rage - hoping that if they are invigorated with negative emotion, he might have a fair fight.

His biggest strength (or weakness, maybe) is that he's a go-getter. If he wants it, he gets it and he doesn't need anyone else to tell him otherwise. While he has certain vices that betray his lack of discipline over how often he seeks out the thrills of life, he has steadfast discipline regarding his body and his training. For better or worse, he is loyal to his side of whatever conflict he becomes a part of. He's willing to throw himself into the fray of battle as not only a master of navigating combat, but also as a leader or just a meat shield.

On the flip side, he has some massive weaknesses, and they primarily have to do with his inability to form a secure attachment with others. It seems impossible to find a way to be his friend because this severe lack of empathy gives him the inability to lie. While not lying might be a good thing, he is also honest to a fault. He tells everything how it is and beats around no bush. People find him frustrating - especially women. He's a monster, really. His social skills are bad, his way with women is awful, and his treatment of other men like they are the dirt beneath his big feet leaves him very much alone. He knows it, too, which makes him vulnerable to his own self-destructive ways.

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§ Liam had a violent up-bringing, and he never knew why exactly. Born in Wexford, Ireland, his mother stayed at home and took care of him while his dad worked in fields. They'd eventually move to America, settling in New York, where his step-father soon realized that the American Dream was hardly in his sight. They did not have much money, and they lived in a rundown apartment. The schools were rough, the streets were even more so.

As Liam grew up, his teenage years saw a surge if violence. After his step-dad was fatally shot during a burglary gone awry at his place of business, he had to take on surly means of bringing in money. He had a new baby sister to help take care of, and he was determined to bring his family to a place that was safe. In order to do that, though, he needed money. His physique and superior athleticism earned him a name in an underground fighting ring at the good ol' age of seventeen. He dropped out of high school years before that to work, and that was that.

His life spiraled downward rather quickly. He made the money he needed to move his family out into a better part of New York, but he was addicted to living on the edge of living and dying. He became overjoyed and satisfied by the idea of violence, and he delved deep into the abyss of fighting, terrible vices, and just being an all-around unbearable person. His true father finally showed his face, which just pissed him off more, as he was soon carted off to Camp Athens.

He's not happy to be here.

So begins...

Liam O'Connor's Story

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#2021-02-08 22:57:10, as written by Zodia195

Athena- Goddess of Wisdom
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Demeter- Goddess of Harvest
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Up in Olympus where things were much calmer, Athena let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Seeing these trials was not easy to watch, even for her. Heath's trial was the hardest watch for her personally, even though it was very tame. Maybe it was because that WAS her son. Athena would be honest, she was never the most maternal compared to others like Hestia and Demeter, but she still cared for all of her offspring. The outbursts of Ares's boy and Artemis's daughter were very disrespectful, but Athena believed in hearing both sides of the story so she didn't dismiss their words outright. She had been watching the entire situation through a huge mirror in her private chambers. Her thoughts were interrupted though when Demeter knocked on the door and came in.

"Athena, I heard that Hephaetus finished making that pendant for Lia. I know Hecate was suppose to work on it next, do you know where she is?"

"Come over here and see for yourself."

Demeter came over just in time to see Cherise's trial.

"What is going on? What is Poseidon, Apollo, and the others doing?"

"Showing their deepest secrets, fears, and hidden pasts. There was another fight and Poseidon has had enough so he's having others 'bear their souls' so it's an even playing field. Heath has already gone. Iliana hasn't gone yet. I wouldn't be surprised if her trial was about what happened to her father and her imprisonment."

Demeter's face paled.

"No . . . . she hasn't recovered and her mind couldn't handle remember everything. She doesn't even remember she killed her father's murderer."

"She could use this to become stronger though. This could also be a message to others why they must be careful around humans. Have faith in your daughter, Demeter and even if she breaks, Heath and the others will help her mend. Isn't that why Apollo told Cherise a bit about Iliana?"

Demeter, trying to keep herself together, just stared as the trials continue.

xEthan Knox ~ Hestia ~ #8B4513

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xHeath Taylor ~ Athena ~ #808000

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xxIliana Remington-Taylor ~ Demeter
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xxxxPenelope Givens ~ Hermes ~
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ethan was starting to feel uncomfortable as the trials continued. Heath was very rattled after him and he was a very stable person. Ethan, who could be an emotional person, couldn't help but feel his own anxiety rise up as he watched Daniel's trial. Even Heath had somewhat recovered and paid close attention to Daniel's. The man perplexed him so he wanted some understanding of what was up with this guy. However, the trial only confused Heath more. He died? Or did he fear dying? Heath wasn't in the state to think about it more. He felt a lot of sympathy about the last part of his trial though. No one wanted to be forgotten.

Poor Iliana couldn't look at any of the trials. She kept her face covered in her hands and literally buried herself into Heath's shoulder. It was bad enough that she could feel the emotions from those in the arena, she didn't need to see what was happening. She tried shutting her mind down, but couldn't, the emotions were too strong. The despair she felt from Daniel was almost too much. Due to her own emotional turmoil, it had started to rain outside the arena.

Nelly honestly didn't know how she should act at a time like this. It certainly wasn't a good time to be 'light-hearted'. One thing was for sure, she wasn't bound to blast at the gods like Liam did. What was wrong with the guy? He was only going to make himself look worse. Then Rae came up and let her opinion be known too. Her fellow red-head seemed to be the smart type, the fact that she basically back talked to her mother was not a smart movie. Sure, Nelly, had gotten into trouble with her own mother, but even she knew not to talk back in a public setting. Still, she could help but feel bad for both. She thought about her father, Hermes, he was hardly ever around, but Nelly didn't know what he was doing. Her mother raised her to never jump the gun until she knew all the facts. It was one of the most important rules she had as a journalist. She had seen how corrupted journalists or any news media people could get and was determined not to be that way, something Nelly admired. Watching Rae's trial it was pretty standard, but not less scary, especially Rae's reaction. Up next was Evelyn. Now her trial was the most unique. It didn't have any death, but instead something completely different. Who was the guy in her vision? Nelly would ask her later when she got the chance. She didn't expect an answer, but Nelly's curiosity was peaked. After Evelyn, the guy she just met, Wesley, was up. His was another heartbreaker. Yeah she could see why he didn't want to be useless. Heath felt the same way. He knew he was a fighter, but a planner. But everyone did have their place and he was positive Wes would find his.

Finally it came time for Cherise. Concern over Apollo's daughter caused Iliana to look at the girl briefly as she went through the portal. A part of her wish she hadn't done that though for the scenario was something Iliana couldn't keep her eyes away. It was something she would have feared seeing also- civil war. It was pitiful, but Iliana was a bit glad the faces were blurred, otherwise she would have probably gone berserk. Once the trial was over, Iliana made a mental note to check on her and Wesley after this was over and also Sloane.

As soon as Cherise took her seat, Poseidon spoke up, "Penelope Givens, step up!"

Nelly took a deep breath as she stood up.

"Whelp, wish me luck guys," she said with a nervous laugh.

Anyone could tell she was scared. Wanting to get it done and over with, Nelly walked quickly to the portal. She did hesitate for a minute, looking at her fellow campers, she gave one more brave, but fake, smile with thumbs up before going through it.

She was exploring and in her natural element. She'd been lucky to get permission to explore a tropical rainforest. If only she could share this moment with her mother. She could tolerate the humidity. She was from Louisiana after all. Looking at the environment around her, she notice that it was starting to get dark. Time to set up camp. Setting up her tent, she heard a bunch of noises, but it didn't bother her, at least not a first. Was that crying? What a strange thing to hear. Unless it was a baby animal looking for it's mother. The need to check it out overwhelmed her senses and she decided to investigate it, taking her water, compass, and flashlight with her. She couldn't find the source of the cry, but she came across something odd though. It looked like a newspaper article on the trunk of a tree. In big bold letters, the headline was this-

Disgraced Journalist Linda Givens sent to an Asylum

"WHAT?! This is so a lie! Mother was never crazy!"

Reading the article out loud, the story went out one of her mother's articles caught attention from the wrong people and they set about to bring out her downfall, from playing tricks on her to talking about her past love affairs, even with a local state representative. Nelly found herself shaking as she collapsed to her knees. Lies! All lies! She kept repeating the words over and over, not realizing she was shouting out loud. She had to get out of here and help her mother! Rushing back towards her camp, she suddenly stumbled over a tree root, and fell forward, but instead of falling into the ground, the ground vanished and she fell into a deep hole. Suddenly she saw spikes coming at her at a fast rate. Having a fear of needles and a low pain-tolerances she cried out teleported herself out of her situation, only to end back up in fairly normal situation. She was in the home of her mother, only she was 6 years old and crying.

"Mommy, I had a scary dream . . . . ."

The auburn hair woman just looked at her with a smile.

"Sorry to hear that dearies. Lunch is ready, I'd thought I try something different. It's peanut butter and jelly. Try it, you might like it."

The little girl took a bite of it, only to suddenly start choking as her face swelled as well as her neck. She could hardly hear her mother break out into a scream as she collapsed and started shaking like she was convulsing. Was this how she died? Those were her final thoughts as everything went black.

"OH F--k!" Nelly gasped as air returned to her lungs.

Scrambling up, she quickly checked her neck before remembering everything had been an illusion. That last one had been an actual memory though. Not a fun way to discover she had a nut allergy. Lucky for Nelly, her father had suddenly turned up at that exact moment with Apollo in tow. He had to literally dragged the sun god with him when he saw Nelly collapse. Being a fast traveling god had it's advantages. Making sure she was okay though, Nelly got up, although she discovered there were still tears in her eyes. The idea of anything happened to her mother terrified her as nothing else did and she knew she'd be contacting her soon for reassurance.

"I hope never to do that again," Nelly commented to no one in particular as she staggered back to her seat.

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#2021-02-13 21:27:32, as written by mjolnir

sylas astor
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Sylas continued to remain silent and vigilant as more trials unfolded before him. First there was Wes, the glorified big brother of camp. And while his trial might have seemed harsh or sad to the others at camp, Sylas couldn't help but agree with some of the things the people in the illusion said. The son of Aphrodite has yet to prove himself to be competent in battle or anything else for that matter. If there was a battle tomorrow, he'd also want him off the battlefield. People like that just get in the way and end up getting more people hurt than helping.

Next was Cherise, a sweet, yet naive girl... Or, at least, that's how she seemed the few times Sylas had encountered her. Similarly to Wes, she seemed to be the type where 'most' people at camp liked them. Nice, friendly... Which just makes them a liability. Her trial also included a battle, but this one seemed far more interesting. No looming monsters or impending doom. This was civil war. Demigod against demigod. No punches held, no quarter given. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't felt the scales tip toward this outcome more and more each day. All and all it was a trial that would make the highlight reel for him.

Then there was the strange girl he shared the closet with the other day... Penelope. Sylas didn't know what he expected from her trial... more? He watched the whole thing unfold only to leave him in a strange state of confusion. So, her mother is nuts and she has a nut allergy, poetic. Hardly anything was useful from that, unless he wanted to kill the girl. He might be an ass, but he hardly saw her as a threat. It'd be a waste of his time and effort to murder her.

And then... the worst. "Sylas Astor." As his name was called the shackles between his hands disappeared into a fine dust that was swept away in the wind. "Step forward."

It wasn't facing his fears or whatever dark repressed secrets that frightened him. It was being stripped naked before all of camp. Sylas had this facade and he wore it quite well. It let him move behind the curtain, but remain in plain sight. He worried about what could be revealed before everyone. Once even a glimmer of the real man inside shines threw, it'd make his life a living hell for the remainder of his time there. Not to mention what Evelyn thought... She vexed him in a way he couldn't explain. It could be fleeting, but at the moment it wasn't. He warned her that he was a bad man, which is more than he does for a lot of people. But words are just... words. This would be actions.

Sylas sighed softly and pushed off his knees as he stood. He made his way down into the center of the arena and appear before the portal. He dared not look to anyone before stepping through, nothing they could do or offer would ease his discomfort.

It was dark. There was something heavy in his hand that made his shoulder ache from wielding it for far too long. He let it fall from his grasp. The sound of metal clanging against the ground rang through his ears. Sylas opened his eyes and looked down, finding his sword on the ground in a crimson tide.

His chest heaved heavily as tried to catch his breath, winded from over exertion. Sylas wiped sweat from his brow that dripped from his forehead. Was it sweat? It felt heavy on his skin and didn't burn his eyes. The fluid was sticking in his palms every time he opened and closed his hands. He looked down. Blood.

As his eyes fixated on his fingers, something else came into view from his periphery. A hand.

He gulped as he follow the appendage up the arm, across the shoulder, along the neck to the face. Liam's face. Then halfway across his torso was a leg, Trinity's leg. And her arm was pinned beneath another body, Wes. And then another and another. One body after the other piled and strewn across one another. A grotesque mound of corpses like a poor man's Spartan wall. Sylas's gaze followed the mountain of death, staring into each set of lifeless eyes until he found a crimson lock of hair. There she was. Evelyn. Her body draped across the peak like a discarded toy. And on her back, stood a pair of feet.

Eris, like the Goddess she was, stood upon the lifeless platform looking down at him. She looked untouched by the massacre, as if she had be set down on top like the star on a Christmas tree. Untouched. Her toga was without a single drop of blood. She carried no weapon. Her hands were bare and still as they rested clasped before her. "Is this it?" She asked. The Goddess took a step back. She hooked her right foot under Evelyn's corpse and gave it a shove. Sylas stood in silence as he watched the red head twist and contort inhumanly as her body rag dolled to the bottom, landing at his feet in a puddle of blood.

"What?" His hands trembled as everything began to spin. There was a pit in his stomach that knotted threatening to expel whatever remained inside.

Then, slowly, Eris descended the hill like a grand staircase. Not once did she miss a step or falter. She found footing against Mason's head, Ajax's back, Heath's chest, and so on, as she made her way down to him. Like in slow motion, she leaned down and picked up his bloodied sword, holding it in her hand as if she studied it. "I said to kill every demigod at camp." Her voice sounded almost annoyed at his lack of following a simple instruction.

Sylas stood there confused, brows furrowing as she scanned the mound, looking between it and his mother. "I did what you asked. Camp is empty!"

Without another word, a small figure stepped out from behind Eris and wrapped their delicate hand around the hilt of the sword. Sloane. The petite brunette studied the weapon as she stepped forward. "She said every demigod." And before he had a chance to say another word, she took his weapon and plunged it through his chest. "You missed one."

Sylas clutched his chest as his legs buckled, sending him down to his knees. He started coughing and wheezing as the blood filled his lungs.

Eris took a step forward, taking ahold of his chin to tilt his head up to look at her. "My dear boy." She wiped a bit of the blood from his mouth. "It was never going to be you."

With that and nothing more to say, the Goddess took Sloane's arm. Then with a single blink they were gone, leaving Sylas inches deep in a bloody pool of his own making. He tried to crawl, but only made it a couple feet before falling onto the ground. One more cough and gasp for air, then everything went cold and the vision faded from his eyes.

One second passed. And then another...

Then Sylas shot up, coughing and gasping for air. Each breath he took was sharper than the last. His hand furiously ripped open his shirt, searching for the wound but found nothing. Yet he still could feel the cold metal and sharp sting. He stubbled to his feet. But it was only when his gaze found the Gods in the pulvinus and the demigods in the stands that it all came rushing back.

He was embarrassed... And raw. He hated it.

Sylas didn't dare meet the gaze of anyone as he quickly made his way back to his seat without a word. And remained there unchanging like a statue.

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#2021-02-19 20:48:54, as written by mjolnir

andromeda bolton
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"Ok," was all Daniel said as he ruffled her hair a bit before leaning into her embrace. Andy remained there awhile longer, wanting to make it all the more clear that he was ok. It all sucked, there was no other way to put it. Watching each other, one by one, walk into an illusion to face whatever darknesses their souls held. Some people didn't deserve this... Others did.

As that thought crossed her mind, Andy looked up slightly, just enough to scan the crowd. When there was no sight of Ajax or Alex, her brows furrowed. Poseidon or Liam might have mentioned it through their bickering, but she hardly paid attention to it. She thought at least they would be there to watch, even if daddy Zeus kept them from partaking.

Her jaw clenched subconsciously as she rested her chin on her brother's shoulder. Bullshit. They have to go through this shit because of the fighting at camp... And one of the most recent people to be in a fight wasn't there?! Not only was Andy terrified of what she might face but now she was just mad. How Alex got so many breaks just baffled her. If the tables had been turned... If Andy was the one to nearly kill Alex? She'd be rotting in the Underworld.

And wherever they went... Ajax didn't even bother to say good bye. Andy sighed. She wouldn't let the Valises plagued her thoughts. Not anymore.

Her attention was brought back to more pressing matters, when Daniel gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She could tell he was worried for her. Andy wanted to reassure him that she would be ok... But she couldn't make that promise. If what she would see in there is anything like what she's been imagining... She wasn't ready.

Andy watched Cherise's trial, if only because Daniel seemed very concerned by it. She didn't know the girl very well, besides her helping Andy at her brother's request. He cared for her. She didn't know on what level, but she could tell by his body language. The civil war scene that played out felt all too real... and possible. Could camp really be going in that direction? It felt like everyday that passed more and more of them turned on one another.

Then a knife found its way into the brunette's chest causing Daniel to jump. Andy grimaced, knowing all too well the pain of watching someone you care about die. "This is such bullcrap," he whispered. "It's a good way to get us to turn against Zeus's kids, old slendy and big Jumbo over there."

She swallowed hard, pulling away slightly. "...Both of you don't deserve this," Andy said about the pair of them, Daniel and Cherise. "I'm not so sure about myself. I've been in the middle of a lot of conflicts at camp. Not to mention the fight the other day." It was a truth she hadn't quite realized until that moment. Everything Poseidon was talking about, all the fighting... She was part of it too. She was always in the middle of it, Mason, Ajax, Alex.

Daniel turned to look toward Mason and Trinity, which only made Andy's heart sink more. She didn't know what was going to be worse, her own trial or watching everyone she cares about suffer. It really was just shit either way. "Whatever happens in yours, or theirs, we've got each other. It's an illusion, not a prediction."

Andy sighed and nodded her head. She let her gaze skim the crowd once more. There wasn't many of them left. A pit grew in her stomach. "It won't be long before we go. There isn't much of us left..." She gave her brother one last embrace. "I'll leave you to help her."

With her bravest smile, which was lacking, she moved to her feet and made her way back to her seat between Trinity and Mason. As Andy sat back down, she wasted no time in taking back Mason's hand, sliding her fingers between his. She didn't care who saw or what they thought. Her brave facade quickly started to crumble in his presence. She was never particularly good at masking her real feelings around him. And she knew the trials were only going to get worse. "It won't be long now..."

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#2021-02-22 19:36:11, as written by yukoman997

T H E OXS M I T H
son of artemis

Location: Arena
Mood: Confused
Hex: #0000BF

Theo unfurled from his wolf state back into his normal self as he broke the tree line to camp. The best part about living at the edge of camp, among the outermost forest, was being able to come and go as he pleased without anyone really knowing. Still, he had to admit to himself that he had probably been going on his wolf trips a bit too frequently lately, neglecting his duty to "watch over" the camp. Things were just so tense. Theo didn't care for the fact that people he cared for were literally clashing with one another. He certainly didn't like the idea of having to pick a side. Sometimes, it was just easier for him to get away.

Upon approaching his cabin, Theo noticed that camp was eerily quiet. The usual faint noise of mid day bustle from the heart of camp that only he would be able to hear from this distance was notably absent. It did not necessarily draw too much concern from him though. Theo opted for a much needed quick shower and a change of clothes. He stepped out on his balcony for a brief moment to look out over the camp. Hmmmm... not a person in sight. Theo scooped up his bow and quiver, slinging them over his shoulder as he set out on his way. As he made his way down the path, he started to pick up faint murmurs from the direction of the arena. Theo felt an uneasiness come over him. Having everyone gathered in one place at this time of day was uncommon unless something important was happening. Can I not come back to a normal day for once? The noises got more distinct as he came closer and closer to the arena. He was to the point where he could basically pick out certain voices. Theo slowed slightly to listen more intently.

”Wesley Preston, please step forward.”

What the hell? Was that... Poseidon? Why was he here? What in the world was going on? Theo was thoroughly confused. As he approached the arena, he chose to enter with caution. Circling around to the back, Theo peeked into the arena just in time to see Wes disappear into the archway. No one could really see him yet, so he used the moment to take in the situation. There were the gods standing around that ominous looking archway, facing Theo's fellow campers. The campers' expressions were a mix between nervous and mortified. The Valis' were nowhere to be found. They must have left for Olympus in his absence. Theo caught a glimpse of Trinity. She looked bothered, distressed even. Andy looked nervous. Then there were the gods, Theo's mother Artemis among them. They looked annoyed. For some reason, Artemis had her gaze trained on Rae with a look of disappointment that was eerily familiar to Theo. What the hell was that about?

Turning his attention to what was going on with Wes in the archway, Theo tried to figure out what was going on. This whole situation looked downright brutal. Wes was in a battle on the camp grounds. Everyone was there. It’s not like what was going on in the archway was an inaccurate representation of Wes in battle. Then, out of nowhere, Theo heard himself. He was right there, kissing Trinity. Theo felt a twinge of longing as he watched archway Trinity tell archway Theo that she loved him. That moment clearly destroyed Wes, and Theo watched as Wes succumbed to the battle around him. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but Theo actually felt bad for Wes as he appeared back in the arena. He almost came out of the shadows then. He just wasn’t really sure what was going on yet. Staying put, he watched as Cherise, Penelope, Sylas, Liv, and Ethan came in and out of the archway, each one experiencing things just as shattering as the one before.

With his hand keen on his bow, he finally stepped into view of the gathering and spoke up. "Hi... ummmm sorry I missed the memo on the camp meeting, but can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here? Theo's confusion certainly came out in his tone and body language as he glanced between the campers and the gods before setting his eyes on Artemis. "Mother?" basically shrugging the question in the direction of his mother, looking for answers.

Theo's mother smiled at him gently. "Theo dear, I was wondering where you were. Please, relax your bow hand." Artemis spoke calmly, almost too calmly for Theo's liking considering the anxious state of his friends. "Several of us on Olympus decided the drama and fighting was getting out of hand. We are simply here to set the priorities straight at this camp. That being said, we felt it necessary to put each one of you through a trial of sorts. Make you face your fears. Allow you to see the consequences should you as a group continue to put drama before training, or, in your case, not be present at all."

Theo eased up slightly, letting his right hand fall away from his bow and to his side. "Fighting? I've only been gone a day and a half..." his voice trailed off as he took another look at the campers. It was at this point that Theo noticed Mason's face. He had certainly been involved in one of these fights. Theo slowly made his way over to the group of campers. "I assume since I'm here, you have a trial prepared for me as well. Let's get on with it, I guess."

Theo took his seat right behind Trinity, leaning forward to whisper to her. "I wasn't gone that long. What the hell happened?"

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#2021-04-08 06:17:39, as written by yukoman997

T H E OXS M I T H
son of artemis

Location: Archway
Mood: Anxious
Hex: #0000BF

Theo's anxiety rose as he watched the trials, waiting on his turn to come up. The idea of having his deepest fears brought out in this illusion made his head spin. There was no telling what he had coming.

Theo looked on intently as Trinity's trial unfolded. He wasn't necessarily surprised that he got a starring role in her illusion, but that didn't make it any less gut wrenching. Watching Trinity destroy Wes and himself made him wince more than once. Then there was the big revelation. Trinity loved Wes, and there was nothing he could do about it... Theo hung his head when Trinity found herself back in the arena. Looking at her was too hard. Obviously he mattered to her, but apparently he didn't matter enough. He tried to refocus as Iliana went through her trial, as brutal as it was. Her trial felt different, almost more like a memory than a nightmare. As Iliana emerged from the archway, Poseidon's gaze fell on Theo, causing a lump to arise in his throat.

"Theophilus Smith, please step forward."

Time felt like it froze. Mythical monsters, other demigods, war... none of it had ever really scared Theo. This was different though. His friends were about to find out what Theo truly feared. Hell, Theo was about to find out himself. After what felt like an eternity, he stepped forward, pausing at the arch to glance at his mother. She nodded at him softly. Why was she making him go through this?

As Theo stepped through the archway, the world around him changed. Camp, he was at camp. There was a menacing looking army of mythological creatures gathering across the clearing. Were they in a battle? The campers were all staring intently at him, like they were waiting on him to speak. Why would they be looking at him? "What's the plan? Where is Ajax?" Theo questioned, locking eyes with Andy.

Andy's face dropped, "Theo... Ajax is gone. As for the plan, we were waiting on you to tell us. You ARE the leader now."

Theo broke eye contact with Andy. Why was Ajax gone? Why was he all of a sudden the leader? He hated when people were relying on him. He couldn't lead, not with these stakes. This battle was clearly going to be a nasty one. Theo looked across the field again, and then back to the campers, his gaze finally landing on Trinity. Not her, too. Even she was eagerly looking at him, waiting for answers.

"I... ummmm..." Theo was stammering, nerves evident in his tone, "Look, I don't have some big plan. It's not like anyone ever follows a plan anyway. Play to your strengths. Just fight like hell. We're demigods, that's what we do." They were all just looking at him, hanging on every word as if it was gospel. How did Ajax always do this? No wonder he's a mess. This pressure was suffocating. "Go! Let's go!" Theo stepped forward, looking for his vantage point where he could be most effective with his bow and arrow. The campers bumped him as they charged past him. They just took off, no questions asked. It's not like he had come up with a good plan, or really any plan at all. Why hadn't Andy, or Trinity, or even Mason questioned him? Theo shook his head, taking off for a tree at the edge of the woods. The opposing sides were charging at each other. The battle was about to begin, and Theo readied his bow and arrow.

Then the clash happened, and everything became a blur. Theo was doing his best, picking off enemies from a distance. It just wasn't helping much. Things were not looking pretty. These monsters were strong, and there were too many of them. He watched as Daniel and Cherise were swallowed by a crowd of monsters. No... He shot arrows in their direction, but it was too late. They were already being torn apart. Theo scanned the field, his attention falling on Andy and Trinity. At least they were holding their own for the time being. He spotted Evelyn and Sylas getting overpowered by a team of monsters. Ethan, Heath, Iliana, Penelope... they were all going down. Then completely across the battlefield, he caught a glimpse of Rae, unloading her own quiver of arrows as enemies ate up ground between edge of the battle and her tree. Mason was in a sticky situation as well. Theo watched as Andy left Trinity's side to help Mason, but even she was knocked off her feet and enveloped in monsters as she ran to him.

Helplessness... that is what Theo felt in this moment. He could not help the people he cared about. He could not save the camp that was his home. They had all looked to him for answers, and he had none.

"Trinity!"

Wes' voice jerked Theo out of his self pity. He was in as bad a spot as anyone else, surrounded by enemies that even the strongest of them would struggle against. Trinity must have heard him too because she was making a beeline straight across the battlefield to Wes. She got to him, throwing monsters off of him as she tried to pull him together. From Theo's view it was too late, but he fired arrows in their direction anyway. He had to protect Trinity at all costs. He wouldn't lose her too. Trinity was frantic, trying to bring Wes to and fight off everything around her at the same time.

"Wes, Wes, wake up! Come on! Don't do this! You have got to wake up. I need you Wes, come on! Wake up!" Did Trinity really care that much for Wes? Theo had never heard Trinity admit she needed anyone. Could she really not live without Wes?

Then Theo saw it, a huge dog like creature heading right at Trinity. Theo leapt from his tree, transforming into his wolf form on his way down. He had to get to her. Now, would be a great time for Trinity to suddenly develop super senses like Theo. He had to get close enough for him to warn her, but time was short. The dog was faster than him, but Theo pressed on. Trinity would not leave Wes, and she would never see the creature coming. Go... go.. go... Theo was almost there. He leapt in the air, transforming back into himself, stretching his voice as far as he could, "Trinity! Watch..."

He never had a chance to finish the words as Trinity was blindsided by the creature and slammed to the ground. The sound of her scream was too much. Theo dropped to his knees. He had failed. Everyone he cared for was going to die, and it was all his fault. All he could do was sit there, defeated. Theo closed his eyes, accepting his fate, waiting for whatever came. He barely felt it as he was knocked on his back, something with sharp teeth tearing into him. As everything faded to black Theo realized what exactly was killing him.

Wolves...

Theo came to on all fours in the arena. It took his brain a moment to process that everything he had just experienced wasn't real. It was just an illusion, a damn good illusion. That didn't change anything, though. He felt the eyes of his fellow campers on him, as he lifted his head, looking at no one in particular. He couldn't, not in this moment. They all knew now. Theo could never lead. He was just going disappoint everyone. Theo staggered his way onto his feet, and took his place back with his friends, slightly away from the rest of the group this time.

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#2021-04-09 00:03:27, as written by mjolnir

andromeda bolton
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"Yeah." Mason's voice was quiet. He didn't want to admit it anymore than Andy did. "Daniel okay?" He changed the subject, which she didn't know if she was happy about or not.

She never got the chance to respond regardless. Mason's name was called next and subconsciously her hand gripped tighter to his. He unhooked his fingers from hers as he stood. Andy let him, but only to avoid further wrath from the Gods. She didn't want him to go. She saw what it was doing to everyone and she wanted to keep him, Trinity and even herself from experiencing it. But they had no choice.

"It's going to be okay." A lie. No one was ok when they came back out.

Andy curled in on herself as her anxiety only seemed to rise. She crossed one leg over the other. Her left held her abdomen while she chewed on her right thumbnail. With every step Mason took closer to the arch her leg bounced furiously. Somehow she was more scared of what he'd see in there than her inevitable trial. Andy and Mason's relationship was rocky at best. It finally seemed like they had reached stable ground. She was terrified whatever would happen in there could undo everything.

She was silent, almost holding her breath as Mason entered the illusion. Andy's brows furrowed as a vision of herself came to life in his trial. But then there was Ajax... And a child. Her heart sank as her gaze fell back to Mason. He couldn't bear to look at it. She just sat there and watched him, watched his sadness and pain. Gods she hated this. What was worse? Being stuck in your own worst nightmares? Or the people you care about in their nightmares as you watch helplessly? This was all its own new breed of hell.

Then the crash of lightning made her flinch. For a moment Andy could have swore she felt the pain all over again. It was hard for her to watch, each bolt sent a chill down her back. But the fight ended as quickly as it began leaving Mason on his knees with a sword at his neck. She knew he wasn't going to die. She saw enough of the other demigods face their own demise within the illusions. That didn't stop her from wanting to jump up from her seat and go after Alex. But she was frozen in place. There was nothing she could do. Andy turned her head away, flinching as the sword swung down. She waited a long moment as a single tear rolled down her cheek before looking back toward the arena, finding Mason unharmed... Or, alive at least.

Andy's gaze didn't leave him as he returned to the stands. Mason didn't sit beside her though. It seemed he sat almost as far away as possible. For only a brief second he looked toward her. She wanted to beckon him closer, or perhaps go join him. But his gaze fell and he didn't move closer. Neither did she.

Then, as if to add insult to injury, Trinity was called next. Andy tried her best to give her friend a brave smile but it was sympathetic more than anything. At first it was a blood bath, but at Trinity's own hands. She had a bloodlust that made Andy thankful to not be on the opposing side of the blonde. It was an interesting trial, but so far nothing that seemed overly scarring. That was until Theo and Wes emerged. First the pair fought each other until Trin got their attention.

"What are you doing?" Andy whispered under her breath. Trinity should have let the men fight, but now she had no choice but to take them on herself. First she handled Theo, pinning him to the ground with an arrow or two, but that left Wes. Andy's stomach twisted as she watched the lovers fight. She already knew how it'd end before it did and opted not to watch.

When Trinity returned to her seat, Andy did the only thing she could think of. Without a word or a sideways glance, she reached out and took her friend's hand in hers. They sat there in silence, stoic like statues as the next trial commenced. In the blink of an eye her attention drifted as all the possibilities of what she could face inside flashed through her mind. Trinity was one of the strongest people she knew and seeing her broken only frightened Andy more. They were getting to the end which only seemed to make her nerves worse.

Andy only managed to look up when she heard her own voice. No matter how many times she saw herself in these illusions it didn't make it any easier. Theo's trial felt like a strange deja vu, but not. This time everyone relied on him for guidance. Then one by one they died. Her hand tightened around Trinity's as Wes died before their eyes for a third time that day. Suicide, his lover's blade and monsters. She could only imagine how hard that was to watch.

"Andromeda Bolton."

Her heart skipped a beat. Andy looked around at the demigods scattered throughout the arena like her name being called was an accident. But it wasn't. It was only herself and Liam left. She took a deep breath and gave Trinity's hand one final squeeze before moving to her feet. She found herself looking back towards Daniel and Mason for some amount of reassurance although nothing would help. Rather than hesitate, when Andy reached the archway her pace quickened and she entered it head first. The sooner in, the sooner out.

It was dark, nearly pitch black, aside from a feint glow emitting from the far end of the corridor. She was in a cavern of some sort, not man made but not quite natural either. The deeper Andy wondered the more her heart raced. Like a breeze, voices no louder than whispers swept past her, inaudible but pleading. It all felt familiar, but sickeningly so. She wanted to turn back, but the path behind her seemed darker and more daunting. She escaped the Underworld before, she could do it again. Just follow the light.

The cave slowly began to widen. Andy's pace quickened until she was running towards the light. The corridor opened to reveal a large room that still managed to feel claustrophobic. There was barely enough light to see the surrounding walls. And unmoving in the center, like an ominous demon, stood Hades, cloaked in black with a sick grin. "Miss Bolton, good to see you."

"No..." Andy shook her head before she turned around and tried to exit the way she came. But behind her was no path, just another rock wall like those around the room. She groaned out of aggravation and punched the wall. "No. No. No." Her voice pleaded like she was trying to wake herself up from a cruel nightmare.

"What's the rush? You only just arrived." Hades slowly approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

The brief contact of their skin made memories of her last time in the Underworld flash before her eyes. The cold, dark and damp. The torture at the God's own hands. It plagued her nightmares every night, but this wasn't a dream. She couldn't wake herself. Andy slipped from his grasp and shoved Hades backwards. "Don't touch me!"

"Come now? Can't we be civilized?" He held out his hand in a slight surrendering gesture.

Andy backed away until she was butt up against the wall with no where to go. "What do you want?"

Hades sighed, giving up the game of trying to remain polite and cordial. "We have a score to settle," he said nonchalantly as he cupped his hands behind his back.

Her brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

The God diverted towards her, stopping a foot away from her, pointing an index finger. "Don't play coy with me. A deal was struck. Your life in exchange for that pathetic Valis boy."

"I..." Andy searched for the words but came up blank. She had no argument. It was a fair trade. And she would have remained there if it wasn't for...

Hades cut her off her train of thought as he took a hold of her jaw and pressed her head back into the wall. "I didn't have you for a day before my stupid son stuck his nose where it didn't belong. He's soft. Like his mother." He released her face with a shove, nearly knocking her to the ground. He began to pace angrily. His steps echoed off the walls masking the whispers of the lost souls. "You owe me a debt and I demand payment." He turned to face Andy and pointed toward the ground. "Now!"

With the boom of his voice, torches appeared illuminating the room. The flames grew as two gallows materialized in the center of the chamber behind Hades. Two nooses swung free absent a hangman. "A life for a life? That was the original bargain, was it not?" He approached her and took hold of the back of her neck, forcefully leading her to the center of the room.

"Let go of me!" Andy fought against his hold, but Hades's grasp was tight. Each time she squirmed his fingers constricted.

"You will choose!" He shoved her forward, causing Andy to stumble and fall to her knees. When she looked up the nooses that were once empty were then occupied. On the gallows to the right stood Ajax and on the left, Mason. The rope was tight around their throats with their hands tied behind their backs. Both mumbled through their gags and fount their restraints as they locked eyes with Andy.

The panic instantly set in. Tears fell from her eyes. Andy's chest constricted as she gasped for air, unable to breathe. She turned towards Hades, groveling on her hands and knees. "No. P-please," she begged through struggled breaths. "Kill me! Take me! I'll do whatever you want. I won't leave! I won't fight!" She held her hands up above her head, wrists together in surrender.

Hades slowly crouched down to meet her eye to eye. "You already promised me your life in exchange for one of their's and you broke that promise. Your life is not worth two. I want you to suffer for crossing me. You will live. And a day won't go by where you don't think about the life you ended because of your misdeeds." He stood back upright, pushing off his knees. "So... Who will it be? The man you sacrificed yourself for? Or the man who saved you?"

Andy nearly doubled over as she began to sob. "Please..." She sounded defeated. Her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You will choose... Or I shall kill them both!" The God raised his hand, motioning his fingers towards the gallows.

The sound of struggling and thrashing made Andy whip her head around. Before her eyes the ropes tightened around Mason's and Ajax's throats, and began to lift them off the ground. "No!" she screamed as she scrambled to her feet and ran towards the wooden platforms.

Hades snapped and the two men landed back on their feet. "Then choose!"

Andy remained frozen where she stood. Her chest heaved with every breath on the edge of hyperventilating. Her eyes shifted back and forth between the two. Ajax's own gaze was soft. There was no begging or fear. It was like he already knew she would pick him and he was trying to sooth her through a single glance. But Mason... He didn't dare look at her at all. His eyes were fixed on his father. A death glare. He looked as though he had accepted his fate and was ready to die, his only regret being he couldn't take Hades with him.

She had to choose. There was no other way. She was in Hades's domain... And so were they. Andy was out powered and out matched. It wasn't fair, none of it. While the time that passed might have only felt like a few minutes, to her it was an eternity. A lifetime of memories passed before her eyes. Memories of Ajax and memories of Mason, the good and the bad. All of it, every moment. She tried to weigh the two choices, to come to a decision logically. But no matter how many times she went over it, her heart over ruled her head. She knew from the moment they appeared before her. There was one she instinctually wanted to run to and save. It was there all along. Her head fell as she let out a sob in defeat.

Hades slowly walked up behind her and spoke quietly. "You've chosen?"

Under her breath, not even loud enough to be a whisper, Andy said the name. That doomed name of someone she cared about, destined to die. She dared not say it louder, nor would she watch it happen. It was done. She chose. That was the end of it.

"By your lead," Hades motioned his hands towards the gallows, signaling that she would be the one to do the deed.

It was like a punch to the gut. She felt like the wind was knocked out of her. "Please..." Andy begged once more, this time looking into the God's eyes. But there was no remorse, no pity. Just anger.

"If I have to repeat myself once more... I'll kill your brother too."

"Fuck!" She cried out in defeat and anger, before burying her face in her hands.

Somehow, Andy forced herself to move, before Hades could threaten anyone else in her life. She ascended the wooden stairs of the scaffold in a haze. With every step she tried to think of a way out of it, but in the end nothing would work. He was a God. She couldn't beat that no matter how hard she tried. It'd only get more people killed. A trembling hand reached out to grab the lever and she froze. She took a deep breath and looked over at her victim. "I'm sorry, Ajax." She prayed Zeus would show up in the nick of time.

Andy closed her eyes and turned her head away as she pulled the lever. Then there was the sound of a trap door opening and thrashing. She looked over to find Ajax still standing beside her, but in the distance Mason dangled from the rope, writhing like a fish out of water. "No!" She screamed as she leapt from the platform and stumbled into her landing. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted towards Mason. She tried to support his weight best she could, but couldn't hold him and remove the noose. She conjured a knife and quickly hacked at the rope until it snapped.

Mason's limp body collapsed to the ground, taking Andy down with it. He was already dead. Anyone else would have seen it. But Andy was in a furious haze. She quickly moved to his side and pulled the noose from around his neck. "Mason?!" Her voice cracked as she said his name. She leaned down to listen for a heart beat and started giving him chest compressions. But when she finally looked back at him, blank eyes glazed over stared up at the ceiling.

Hades chuckled as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Andy tried to pull Mason into her lap, but as she reached for him her hands passed straight through him. He vanished right before her eyes. "No. No. NO!" She let out a blood curdling scream as she frantically dug at the dirt trying to bring him back.

Andy kept digging, covering herself in dirt, the dust clinging to the tear trails on her cheeks. She didn't stop, not until a gentle hand reached out and touched her shoulder. "...Andromeda."

She pulled away quickly, looking over her shoulder to find her Hecate looking down at her with, what almost looked like, concern in her eyes. Andy quickly moved to her feet when reality set back in. Her gaze quickly searched the crown until she saw Mason sitting there. Then, and only then, was she able to finally breathe, taking in a sharp breath like she had nearly been suffocating. She looked back at her mother with a sad and angry gaze that said everything she didn't need to. She wasted no time finding her way to the stands, taking a seat that was closest to the exit. She wanted nothing more than to be out of there as soon as possible.

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#2021-04-09 00:19:32, as written by mombie

L I A M x O ' C O N N O R
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Liam watched in forced silence and invisible bondage; impossibly still from his restraints, the powers of the Gods ensuring that his rage did not overwhelm the others. He boiled. Not only would everyone blame him for what they are going through, but he couldn’t even control his own emotions. His fuse was ungodly short; a hair away from exploding or imploding, whichever came first.

Most of the Trials did not overly excite him, though some piqued his emotion which were prickling at his skin. When his half-sister was up, he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. They weren’t family-family, whatever that was. Yet something about it rose his blood, if it could have possibly risen to any higher temperature than it already was.

There it was - Ares children, displayed like beasts, killers, pit against their loved ones as if they had no right to that emotion. The collar of Ares was strapped tight to their throats; the leash just long enough to reach something good, only for them to be yanked back into their place. It wasn’t fair to either of them. By this time, words could no longer describe the way he felt. He didn’t like to see how defeated his half-sister looked; like some sort of undeserving animal under Ares’ thumb. If one thread of his restraints would unwind, he’d end up spiraling downward hard.

The last Trial before his was to come was Andy’s. He didn’t know her very well, either, nor did he know anything about the Ajax and Mason situation. Again - the gods sewed more doubt into relationships that might have been stable had they not been the children of shitty parents.

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Liam did not just have skeletons in his closet; he had demons. If anyone looked into that abyss, they'd find that monster looking back at them. That monster was him, Liam. It was evident that he didn't want anyone to view his life, especially Sloane. If it had been any other day before he met her, then maybe he wouldn't care. It was his life. Yet, his life has become wrapped up in her life, and vice versa, which made this whole exposure so... nerve-wracking. That says a lot because Liam wasn't scared of shit. Not until the very moment that his name was called.

He looked up but remained in his seat; unable to speak or move at will, only to glare at the gods as they are so righteously seated with their judgemental eyes. It didn't matter, though. The powers that be, from the gods (whichever it might have been), forced his body up. That same feminine whisper played through his mind, urging him forward. He looked like an inmate being walked to his execution; solemn like it was his last day on Earth. His physical body struggled with the godly command cast upon him, but it wouldn't have done much more than amuse whoever's strings were attached to his limbs.

Before he stepped through the archway, he looked up at Sloane. If he could speak, he would probably apologize for what was about to play out. This was probably going to be the last time he could look her in the face, and maybe even the last that she'd want to look at him. Then, as if pushed by an invisible hand, the beast was shoved through the portal into his darkness.

Little to his knowledge, a little more godly magic would work into his trial. Where it might have done him better to have context into the scenery, a little background into the tragic moments of his life, it would be all but absent. Only the monster would be displayed to the crowd of onlookers. That was true punishment - to let them know that Liam was nothing more than a brutish thug with a nasty pension for assaulting "helpless" people.

The scene that began to unravel was a much younger Liam - a boy that was barely 17-years old but looked like a fully grown adult. Without context into why he had blown up in this way, his mother was crying. The high schooler had flown into a fit of rage, and his mother had her back against the wall, clutching onto his baby sister for dear life. The woman's pose was one of a battered person; her body turning slightly away from him in an attempt to show him her back. That way he wouldn't accidentally attack the infant.

The emotions are strong in this scene; a fit of raw anger that was uncontrolled and devoid of all sense. He wasn't even human. The worst part was that he wanted to stop. Liam loved his mother and sister so much, but his anger was all-consuming and did not discriminate against loved ones and foes. He paced back and forth, his fists covered in bruises and blood, his hands clawing at his face as if his biggest fight was against himself right now.

He grabbed one of the chairs at the kitchen island and threw it at the wall just shy of his mother; the wood splintering, his mom screaming out for him to stop. The infant cried, naturally, due to the stress and the noise. It didn't help that Liam's own emotions penetrated even the little one, causing her to also become unsettled. The entire tiny apartment they lived in was a nasty wreck; he had torn up everything and every person.

And to anyone that was an animal lover, he had killed his mom's annoying cat. Its body laid on the floor in the living room area, which wasn't hard to see through the open-floor design of the impoverished residence.

When that one melted away, more scenes would emerge like a reel of all of his crimes and shitty behaviors. It looked like he just did as he pleased. He treated women like his bitches, even coming close to non consensual physical contact. He did lines of coke, beat men nearly to death in the ring, and generally disregarded everything and everyone he loved or cared for.

In the end, when his memories spat him back out into reality, he was just left with a lot of shame. Most of all, a lot of anger. Yes, he was guilty of a lot of unpleasant things in his life. He wasn't a good man. He never claimed to be, and never wanted to be. He had no reason to be decent. What pissed him off was a lack of context - that everything painted him as some sort of monster without any reason.

This forced him to relive the nightmare and the emotional pain that was losing his father, and that immediately opened the floodgates for resentment.

He could speak, though, as the gods couldn't quite leash him up fast enough, "I'm going to kill someone,". The rage that filled him from sole to crown permeated through Pulvinus. It would affect everyone; especially those more sensitive to emotion. He was free, and his eyes were painted over with some kind of thick red cloud, and he tried to run for Heath like a bull. He didn't even know who he was about to attack; only that it was someone.

Sort of getting within arm's reach of Heath, Poseidon stepped in and grabbed the brute. Liam had clearly lost all common sense. His eyes were glazed over with anger, and they were nearly red in hue. His body had become harder, veinier, like he had hulked out - which would be nearly a correct interpretation.

The bonds were replaced immediately, and the God of the Seas made his intent with Liam clear, "Unfortunately, due to the danger that Liam presents, he will not be immediately returning to camp. We have a special place for animals like him."

With that, Liam was hauled away by several gods, and they dispelled the rage that once plagued the arena to be taken to Tartarus, as was promised.

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