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Sylas Astor

The Deceiver

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a character in “Camp Athens II”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

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xxxS Y L A S x A S T O R
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx w i l d xx f e r o x xx \ ˈ w ī ( - ə ) l d \ x





"Who doesn't love a little chaos?"
- sylas astor




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Sy

a g e x // xnineteen

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xbisexual

o r i g i n x // xmoscow, russia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xeris






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x6' 2"

w e i g h t x // x165 lbs

h a i r x // xUsually kept at a decent length, Sylas' brunette hair is always coiffed or styled in a more sophisticated manner. He never allows it to grow too long or be seen unruly.

e y e s x // xUnlike his sister, Sylas as deep rich green eyes. They have similar flecks of gold throughout. Although the color is soft, his eyes are harsh showing a glimpse of the chaos within.

o d d i t i e s x // xSimilarly to Sloane, Sylas has no tattoos, piercings or scars that blemish his body. He is without oddities of the physical persuasion, though that doesn't count for much. Unlike his sister, Sylas can flip his accent on and off like a switch. Whenever he is around others, it's like his accent is gone. But, when talking to his sister, it seeps back in.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xSylas is attractive, to say the least. Of course, it is not a pretty boy or typical appeal but the oddness in his appearance is part of his appeal. He has a striking gaze that is seductive, inviting while also intimidating, usually looking like he is either undressing you with his eyes, or planning your murder. He has a charming smile that occasionally borders on sadistic. His build is tall and slender, but still muscular but not in the meat head kind of way. Sylas carries himself with confidence and poise, like a man with the world on a string. His handsome and charming appearance is misleading, deceiving almost anyone into thinking he is just another guy.






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I N G E N I U M
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c h a o s x m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas does not compare to his sister in mastery of their abilities. Although he can manipulate chaos, he doesn't have the same level of control as she does. Whenever he is emotional, it seems to ooze from him into those around him without his knowledge or control.

e m o t i o nx m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Of all of his abilities, this is the one that he excels the most at. He is able to extort negative emotions in another and amplify them slowly, without the other's knowledge.

i n v o k e x v i o l e n c e x // x Sylas does not use this ability as much as one would think. Instead, he prefers to effect the repressed emotions, letting them boil to the surface and evolve however they may.


m a n i p u l a t e x p r e c e i v e d x r e a l i t y x // x Sylas has effectively done this only a handful of times in his life, and struggles with it greatly. Instead, he usually relies on Sloane to do this for him.


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d e c e p t i o n x // x No one realizes it when he is doing it, and no one ever will. Sylas has an entire persona that makes him seem as simple and ordinary as the other gents at camp.

c o m b a t x // x With an expensive education, Sylas was educated in the art of fencing and martial arts. Even though he is lanky, he can pack quite the punch and hold his own in battle.

m a n i p u l a t i o n x // x Sylas can mold people like putty in his hands. He reas micro movements like a book. HIs sensory knowledge of others emotions guides him, allowing him to say and do the perfect things to get people to bend to his desires.



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s l o a n e x // x Not in the way that you'd expect. Sure, he cares for his sister but her over all neutrality in chaotic arts holds him back. On a regular basis he has to motivate her to do what they were made to do, cause chaos.

h i s x e m o t i o n s x // x Unlike Sloane, Sylas doesn't have the poise or control over himself, his abilities or emotions. Whenever he gets more emotional his abilities go haywire and emit from him into those around him, causing their own negative emotions to rise.

h i s x e g o x // x Sylas was raised with the image in his head to follow in his father's footsteps, someday taking up the mantle of ruling over Russia. His been raised with an inflated self esteem, sense of purpose and ego. Because of that Sylas is unbelievably competitive, stubborn and narcissistic.



M E T U M
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w e a k n e s s x // x Sylas is determined to be seen as the best, in all aspects, including in comparison to his sister. He knows she is more powerful that him, but refuses to be seen as inferior.

e r i s ' x d i s a p p r o v a l x // x His mother took Sloane away to raise as a prodigy because she didn't have the thirst for chaos like he did. He's always fought and strived for his mother's approval, and is terrified to lost that.

d e a t h x // x Plain and simple. He loves himself and has no intentions of leaving this world anytime soon.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Sylas knows what he wants and will go to any means to achieve it. But in a nutshell, he just wants to watch the world burn. He is, in so many ways, just like Eris. He’s never been one to play fair, but manipulate and deceive his way to where he wants to be. He feeds on peoples’ strife, enjoying nothing more than watching those around him crumble. He’s a master manipulator and liar, calculating each and every move of those around him. There is always and ulterior motive going on behind his sly smile and magnetic voice.

Deception is a language to Sylas, and he is fluent. He’s outward appearance a permanent façade he wears like a grand charade. The best part of the game is when the villain is hidden in plain sight, right under everyone’s nose, and that is Sylas. He walks, talks and acts like you’re everyday cocky, seductive male. He has a magnetism that lures people towards him. He befriends easily, and seduces easier still. But true intentions lie nowhere behind his words. Deceit is his game and he is a master.

It easily said that Sylas is arrogant. He’s good and he knows it. He is the best, and if he weren’t you damn well better believe he’d make sure he is again. Sylas has a superiority complex that is always hungry. Allowing anyone to be better than him is not an option. He knows he has an ego, and continues to feed it. His confidence turns heads, and you’d think it’d be off putting, but most tend to find him more attractive for it.

With his inflated self-esteem and constant manipulation to get to the top, he is also an avid patriarch. Sylas believes men are superior to women. It is a man’s world, and the world is his oyster. Power and authority belong to men and especially him. Women should know their place and remain there. Nothing pushes him over the edge more than a woman who questions or contradicts him… Especially when it’s Sloane. The man is right. No, means yes. And yes, means more.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


Vladislav Astor, a legend in Sylas’ eyes. He has always respected and looked up to his father like he was a God among men. After all, he did win the heart of Goddess. It takes a spectacle of a man to garner that kind of attention for his achievements. A politician with eye for what the world could be like. Some saw him as a tyrant, others a visionary. He wormed his way into the Russian office before anyone noticed the radical changes the man intended. Now at a seat of power too high for anyone to touch.

His cunning agenda and mastery of slow burn chaos definitely caught Eris’ attention. But of course, Vladislav didn’t think about his own chaos she could invoke… That being in the form of children. In his eyes though, they weren’t children but legacies. Someone to continue on the family name, and the power he fought so hard for. But, unfortunately for him, not everything could go his way. If he had a choice he’d only have sons, but the universe did not favor him that time.

Vladislav, when he did dote upon his children, it was almost exclusively Sylas. He took his boy with him everywhere, grooming him into a politician’s son since he was walking. Sylas had such a natural knack for creating chaos, and deceit. How often did he break the rules, trash the house or anything else and pawn it off on Sloane? Since a toddler, he had the world wrapped around his finger.

So, it was no surprise that Vladislav sent Sloane away with her mother, to try and mold the girl to be more like himself and Sylas. Plus, politics was no place for a woman. For years, Vladislav taught Sylas the ins and outs of everything. How to walk, talk, dress and act. A master at deception, creating an elaborate façade for the world to snake his way to anything he wanted.

Once Vladislav reached true power, it was decided that having his son at his side was no longer a priority. With new power comes new enemies, or that’s the way he worded it. Sylas and his sister were sent to Camp Athens for their own safety. It’d give them a chance to live out of the country where people wouldn’t be trying to make a hit against Vladislav, but potentially also give the Astors a chance to hone their abilities and potentially rise to the top of a new totem pole. The demigods.





h e x c o d e x // x #064C4B x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x bill skarsgård x // x c r e a t o r x // x Scar.- x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Sylas Astor's Story

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows Character Portrait: Kohana Conrad
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xxxxxThe ground began to rumble and shake underfoot. The ground began to crack and splinter underfoot. Then, as if appearing out of thin air, Poseidon stepped forward followed close at heel by Hera, Hecate, Apollo, Ares, and Nemesis. "Enough!" His voice boomed so loud it reverberated all around them, like the earth trembled at his voice. With a tap of his trident on the ground, Hecate obeyed, snapping her fingers. Instantly, both Liam and Sylas were torn apart, shackled and forced to their knees. Poseidon gave the pair a side eyed glance with a sneer. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," he addressed both Ares and Apollo.

xxxxxThe God walked over to Sloane, whom remained knocked on the ground, and offered her a hand up. Once on her feet, he left her aid as quickly as he entered and continued toward the center of camp. Further down the path, Poseidon slams his trident into the ground once more sending a rumbling wave throughout the camp to gain everyone's attention before his voice boomed and echoed throughout the grounds. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

xxxxxStaying behind, Apollo moved his focus to Sylas who looked near on the edge of death. He placed a single hand on the son of Eris and, within a few short moments, all his wounds are mended. Similarly, he does the same to Liam without a word. Once both of the demigods seemed to be repaired, aside from the blood that still stained their faces and clothes, the Gods helped them to their feet. Then, as instructed, Ares, with Liam in tow, and Apollo, with Sylas in tow, proceeded toward the arena.

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xxxxxAs everyone arrived at the arena, Poseidon, along with his fellow Gods were seated in the Pulvinus. They watched, stoic like statues, only moving to exchange hushed whispers amongst themselves. Once all the demigods arrived and took their seats, Poseidon stood and walked to the front of the balcony to address the camp.

xxxxx"I speak for us all when I say, we hoped it wouldn't come to this. But we were wrong. This camp has gone from a training ground for powerful demigods to nothing more than a teen soap opera. Zeus might not care, or only take interest when it's his own children... But not us." He motioned his hand toward the Gods that joined him. "This has gotten out of hand. Camp Athens is spiraling out of control. A demigod was killed by one of you're own last year and it nearly happened again here today."

xxxxx"You all need a lesson in discipline... and humility." Poseidon looked toward Hecate before motioning his hand to the center of the arena. The Goddess stood and proceeded to wave her hands in that direction. As she did, a stone archway rose up from the ground. It stood roughly seven feet tall and four feet wide. A simple looking piece of architecture. Hecate began to chant and with each word a shimmering aura grew in the middle of the arch, appearing to look similar to a portal. As she finished, the chanting seized and she returned to her seat.

xxxxx"We will end this infighting here and now." With each word he tapped his index finger down on the railing before him. "One by one, each and every one of you will pass through that archway. You will enter an illusion where your lies, deceit and dishonesty will be stripped away. Inside you will face your repressed traumas, deepest secrets or darkest fears." He stood there in silence for a long moment, looking between each and every demigod. "You will believe it is real because it will feel real. Your mind will not register that it is an illusion until you are no longer in it."

xxxxx"We would not be here if it were not for you both," he said looking between Liam and Sylas. "But in particular you," he added point at Liam. "You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

xxxxxPoseidon turned away from the crowd and returned to his seat. Once settled in his chair, he slammed his trident against the ground before calling out to the demigods. "Sloane Astor. Step forward."

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Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Sloane didn't get a chance to stand up before the ground began to rumble beneath her. She looked around confused as her hands tried to find something to stable herself. Then appearing out of thin air, a large intimidating man stepped forward, followed by a pair of men and a trio of women. "Enough!" It wasn't until she saw the trident that she realized it was Poseidon. Sure, he was in Olympus during Alex's trial, but who paid attention to the other Gods at that moment?

One of the dark haired Goddesses, Sloane didn't know whom, stepped forward and with the use of, what she assumed was, magic, restrained both Liam and Sylas. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," Poseidon then said, addressing the two men in his company. One seemed to be a bit more uneasy at the appearance of Liam. He didn't say anything, but his worried expression made her wonder if it was Liam's father, Ares.

Surprisingly, it was Poseidon himself, who stepped towards her and offered her his hand. Everything that had transpired was shocking enough, but being aided by a God was not something Sloane had expected. But she didn't refuse the help. Her petite hand rested in the God's like a child's. He helped her to her feet, then carried on as if it never happened. And as he walked away, further down the path, he slammed his trident into the ground again. The seismic wave rolled under foot, throwing her off balance. Sloane grabbed hold of a nearby tree to support herself as Poseidon's voice echoed throughout camp. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

Her gaze drifted over to Sylas, then Liam. Subconsciously, her hand raised so that her fingers lightly brushed her neck, like she could almost feel her brother's hold still on her. But Sloane couldn't ignore how Liam threw her out of the way. Maybe he wasn't any better than her brother. Maybe he was. She couldn't tell anymore. Everything had spiraled so far out of hand that even the Gods themselves noticed and, worst of all, she was right in the middle of it.

Sloane didn't linger around to watch whatever the Gods were going to do to them, instead heeding Poseidon's word and headed towards the arena. Unsurprisingly, she was the first demigod to arrive, considering she wasn't far behind the God himself. He gestured for her to take a seat in the stands and await everyone else. The whole environment made her anxious and all she could think about being in that amphitheater was gladiatorial fights. And Gods did she hope that wasn't the case.

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Once everyone had arrived and taken their seats, Poseidon came forward and began his lecture. Sloane pinned her hands between her knees, while she listened to him scold them all. "You all need a lesson in discipline... and humility." She slowly looked up as her leg began to bounce nervously. An illusion? And then he said it, what they were all there for. They'd all have to face whatever darkness resided within them. She swallowed hard at the thought and felt the atmosphere drop and grow cold amongst the demigods.

As more words came forth from Poseidon, it all turned into white noise as the possibilities of what could happen in their flooded her mind. Sloane's hands began to shake at the thought while a pit grew in her stomach. She could only hope that she'd be one of the last or maybe she was quiet enough to be overlooked entirely.

"Sloane Astor. Step forward."

Her eyes widened as she looked up in shock. Poseidon motioned his hand to the ominous archway that waited like a portal to hell in the center of the arena. Sloane's knees felt like jello as she stood up and she could feel everyone's eyes upon her. As if she hadn't been tormented enough by all of this, because of her mere existence in the quarrel, she is forced to go first. At this point, she was more than kicking herself for allowing Liam to get involved in the first place. She should have wiped his memory of what he saw and moved on with her life. Yet there she was.

She descended the stairs in silence. All the while, trying to muster whatever courage she might possess. As Sloane entered the center of the arena, her eyes fixated on the archway. It only seemed to grow more oppressive and foreboding with each step she took. The last thing she wanted to do was anger the Gods more, so she tried not to waste any time. She inhaled sharply before extending her hand out before her to feel the ethereal portal. Luckily enough, it felt like nothing beyond a cool breeze. With one more breath, she closed her eyes and entered.

As she stepped through, everything washed away. There was no fight, no trial or arena. It was just another day... or night, as it seemed to be. All of Sloane's anxieties, worries and fears washed away. And for a moment there, she was at ease.

It was long past dusk, and Sloane was returning back to Liam's cabin after a long day of... Well, she couldn't quite remember what she was doing. Just that she lost track of time. She ascended the steps up to the entrance and reached for the knob. Just before she took it in her hand, she realized that the door was already cracked open. Her brows furrowed in confusion and worry. She hesitated, pulling her hand away slowly. It wasn't like Liam to leave the door open, even on accident. If Rocco got out and camp supervisors found out about the dog, he'd have to get rid of him.

Sloane decided to peek into the windows, but it was just as dark inside as it was out. She exhaled a shaky breath before pushing the door open and slowly stepped into the cabin. "Liam?" she called out, hoping to hear a response from the silence. But nothing. She continued to enter the room, step by step. Further in, one of her feet found something wet, which caused her to slip and fall to the ground. Her face turned into an expression of disgust as she lifted her hands out of the wetness, but it was too dark for her to see what it was.

As she rubbed her fingers together, all of the lights turned on. It was so bright, Sloane, instinctually, raised her hand to block her eyes. After a second or two to adjust, she withdrew her hand to find it covered in red. She gasped, panicking as she looked around, finding that slipped in blood. Frantically, she searched for the source, finding Rocco dead a few feet away on the kitchen floor. Sloane screamed as she scrambled to her feet, using the back of the couch to help herself up.

"Liam!", she screamed as she desperately searched for him. Sloane's shaky hand opened the bedroom and found him standing there. Without thinking, she ran over to him, half burying her face in his chest. "Liam! It's Rocco! He—" Her voice trailed off as she realized he stood stoic and frozen like a statue. He said nothing, nor acknowledged her all but crying before him.

The lights then turned on illuminating the bedroom. Sloane looked up at Liam, who was unchanging, staring straight head with a blank expression. "Liam?" She took ahold his arms and tried jostling him. "Liam! What's wrong with you!?"

"Nothing is wrong with him," Sylas said as he slowly emerged from the corner, making his presence known.

"What did you do!?" she yelled at Sylas, before turning her attention back to Liam. "Come on, Liam. Snap out of it." Sloane grabbed a hold of his face, trying to force him to look at her.

"What I promised I'd do."

"God damn it," Sloane cursed under her breath. She kept Liam's face held in her hands as she closed her eyes. With everything she had, she tried to break him free of it. Sylas holds no power over you. He cannot control you. Countless things she tried, but nothing worked. It was like her powers hit a wall it could not breakthrough.

"He is the puppet," Sylas said as he raised his hand. In sync, Liam's own hand lifted and cupped the back of Sloane's head. "And I am the master." Liam's head then flew forward, slamming into her own. The pain was splitting, making her dizzy and disoriented. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she cupped her forehead and stumbled backwards.

"You couldn't shield him from me forever."

"No... No!" She cried out. "Liam! Please! Fight back! You're stronger than he is!"

"I think not," Sylas mocked as he, and Liam, stepped forward. "Kill her," he ordered.

Liam closed the distance between himself and Sloane. She tried to back away, but her head still spun. She only managed a step or two in some direction before his large hand was around her throat. His fingers tightened as he began to lift her off the ground. Sloane struggled and gasped in his clutches, trying to break free. But she wasn't strong. And with every hit or kick, her energy drained and drained fast. With each breath, she strained more. Her vision began to fade to black as she started losing consciousness.

"You know what, I changed my mind." He laughed. "Drop her."

With no ounce of care or gentleness, Liam threw her to the ground like a discarded toy. Her head hit the wall with a sickening thud leaving behind a fresh streak of blood. Sloane remained crumpled on the floor, coughing as she tried to catch her breath.

Liam slowly approached, standing over her like a terrifying angel of death. While Sylas crouched down beside her. "You never learn that [i]I[i] am the one in charge. I didn't want it to come to this. But you left me no choice." He stood back up and took a couple steps back. "Kill yourself."

Before Sloane had a chance to react or try to stop him, Liam pulled out a blade and ran it across his throat. His blood rained over her like a sick nightmare. Her arms raised to protect her face as she let out a blood curdling scream. The kind of scream that pierces your ears and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

When she opened her eyes, Sloane was laying on her back in the dirt in the center of the arena. The ringing of her scream echoed off the walls. She laid there gasping for air in a stunned silence. As a fraction of her wits returned, she ran her fingers over her head where it hit the wall. She looked over her hands to find them absent of blood. And in a final moment of panic, she looked to the crowd finding Liam still in his shackles... but alive.

With a hard swallow and a sigh, she caught her breath and moved to her feet. Sloane was in such a state of shock, that she didn't think to return to the stands but headed for the exit. Before she could leave, Hecate appeared before her blocking her way out. "Ms. Astor," Poseidon called out from across the arena. "We ask that you remain until everyone's judgement has concluded."

Sloane looked between Hecate and Poseidon, giving a brief nod. She wondered her way over to the stands in a daze, taking a seat as far away from the rest of the campers as humanly possible. And then she simply sat there, staring blankly at the ground between her feet, waiting for this all to come to an end.

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Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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After their morning job, the boys took their shower and soon went to the Main hall where Iliana was. The trio ate in silence, that was until Nelly came in. After interacting with Wes, the redhead got to the main hall.

"Morning guys! Do you 3 always hang out together?"

"We're use to it. We'll branch out eventually since I want to get to know everyone here. Besides, I hate staying alone for too long."

Nelly sat with them since no one else was here at the moment.

"Where are you from, Ethan, you're certainly not from where Heath is from."

"Tampa, Florida. I wanted to study abroad, so that's how I ended up staying with Heath."

"Oh nice! I am from Baton Rouge, Louisiana."

"Really? I would never guess with your lack of accent."

"Haha! It's because my mom and I traveled a lot throughout my life."

Heath and Iliana were content to listen to the two banter. Soon Nelly and Iliana finished their meals.

"Well, I want to take more pictures of the place. Any of you want to join me?"

Iliana shook her head. She needed to take a shower herself and figured she'd explore the grounds more.

"Thanks for offer, but want to work on my book a bit more,"

"If you wait a few more minutes, I'll go ahead and join you."

Things settled, the four soon separated after Ethan finished his meal. He and Nelly left together and soon Iliana left after letting Heath know what she was going to do. Heath ended up finishing his meal in silence.

Iliana had just finished her shower when the announcement came.

"Everyone to the arena, immediately."

Iliana recognized the voice immediately. It was Poseidon. She only met the god once and that was even before Alex's trial. He'd been with Zeus when her mother needed something from Zeus and Iliana was with her mother at the time when she was small. The god was very intimidating and it looked like his daughter was following in his footsteps for Liv was also intimidating in her own way. Knowing she didn't have much time, Iliana quickly changed and found directions to the arena via the dryads in the trees. By the time Iliana got there, Heath, Ethan, and Nelly were there. Seeing Poseidon and some other gods there, Iliana wondered what the problem was. She gave Heath a puzzled look, but he just merely put a finger to his lips.

Heath knew something serious had happened if the gods were getting involved. He scanned those currently present and was quick to notice Liam and Sylas, along with Sloane. Heath had been the fourth one to arrive since the main hall wasn't far from the arena. He'd been luck a camp staff person been nearby. Careful to not make any assumptions, Heath waited patiently for Poseidon to speak up or any other god present for that matter.

Soon the rest of the campers made it to the arena and Poseidon spoke up.

"I speak for us all when I say, we hoped it wouldn't come to this. But we were wrong. This camp has gone from a training ground for powerful demigods to nothing more than a teen soap opera. Zeus might not care, or only take interest when it's his own children... But not us. This has gotten out of hand. Camp Athens is spiraling out of control. A demigod was killed by one of you're own last year and it nearly happened again here today. You all need a lesson in discipline... and humility."

So that was it, there had been another fight. Heath again looked at Liam and Sylas. There was no evidence of them fighting though. Apollo was here though, so maybe that had something to do with it. But before Heath could think of anything else, Poseidon had Hecate summon something, something Heath was not expecting. It appeared to be a portal or gateway of some kind. Soon Poseidon spoke up again.

"We will end this infighting here and now. One by one, each and every one of you will pass through that archway. You will enter an illusion where your lies, deceit and dishonesty will be stripped away. Inside you will face your repressed traumas, deepest secrets or darkest fears. You will believe it is real because it will feel real. Your mind will not register that it is an illusion until you are no longer in it."

Heath felt Iliana shutter. She herself was shaking in fear, knowing exactly what she was bound to see. She had seen too much in her young life. It was something she wished for no one to experience. Heath put an arm around her in comfort as the sea god finished speaking.

"We would not be here if it were not for you both," he said looking between Liam and Sylas. "But in particular you," he added point at Liam. "You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

Heath wanted to curse. He hated when he was right. He didn't understand where Sloane fit into this, but what was done was done. Soon Poseidon called for Sloane and the first trial began.

Nelly couldn't keep her eyes away from what was happening. Sure she wanted some excitement to happen, but this wasn't what she had in mind. Seeing Sloane's fears made real though made her nervous, and she normally wasn't the kind to worry. So Sloane was scared of what Liam could do or what she could do? It was obvious she feared her brother too. Looks like Sylas was an expert in manipulation. Nelly wonder what else he was capable of.

Ethan could feel his own temper rising. Sure he was an easy going guy, but if there was one thing Ethan didn't tolerate it was someone messing around with someone's head. Ethan was the kind of person to prevent chaos from happening so if he could, he'd do something about Sylas right now, but no, he'd only get in trouble. Beside, Iliana needed him more for he was using his serenity inducement to keep Iliana calm. The girl wasn't even looking at the trial, but couldn't block out the sound or the emotions of what the trial was presenting.

Soon the trial was over and after Sloane sat down, Poseidon spoke up, "Heath Taylor! Step forward!"

That caught Ethan and Iliana's attention as the two looked at Heath. Heath saw the fear in Iliana's eyes and the concern in Ethan's.

"It'll be all right, Lia. Take care of her, Ethan," he said, squeezing Iliana's hand one more time and getting up.

Iliana tried clinging to her brother, but Ethan gently made her let go and hugged her as Heath went up to the portal. Heath took a deep breath before entering it.

He entered his home after coming home from the grocery store.

"Lia! I am home! Lia?"

The house was still, no sound whatsoever. A chill went up Heath's spine. His sister was still getting over her imprisonment. And the house was too quiet. Putting down the groceries, Heath quickly went to Iliana's room. No one was there. He searched the whole house for her before remembering the locator pendant he had. Grabbing it, he found himself rushing outside. Where was she? She had to be around somewhere. It felt like forever but he finally found her by a cliff.

"Lia! What are you doing?"

Iliana, tears streaming down her face, spoke to him, "I am a monster Heath, I don't deserve to live. I can't take this anymore!"

Suddenly the blonde jumped off the cliff, Heath screamed and rushed after her, only to see her vanish beneath the angry waters below. Screaming and crying, he slammed his fists into the ground. He couldn't protect her, not even from herself. Looking up, he saw Athena and Demeter.

"You promised me you'd keep her safe, Heath!" Demeter cried.

"You disappoint me, Heath. You're not my son anymore." Athena claimed, coldness in her voice.

Ashamed of himself, Heath felt himself sink beneath the ground. He tried getting out of it through his intangibility powers, but it was no use. Soon he because trapped within the ground and could not breath anymore.


Heath gasped for breath as he found himself collapsed on the ground. It had felt all too real for him. Losing Iliana, failing her mother and his mother, and becoming trapped within the ground. Looking he saw that Iliana was alive, frantic, but still alive and he sighed in relief. Iliana had multiple times tried getting out of her seat to get to Heath, but Ethan and even Nelly kept preventing her. She had been crying the whole time. Seeing how he needed to get up, Heath staggered up to his feet, and left the arena. Finally letting Iliana go, the blonde launched herself at Heath and the pair hugged each other before sitting down down and waited for the next trial.

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Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor
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Typically one to learn from mistakes, Evelyn did herself a favor by keeping herself company in the morning. As dull and against her nature as it was. Not that any harm could come from offering the likes of Ethan and Heath an apology over breakfast for her more stand-offish and challenging side shining through at the beach.

Her finger swirled around a slightly overgrown patch of grass and she found herself tempted to tug, pulling it from the earth. The moment she acknowledged the thought, she released and calmly pat over the ground, almost in apology for ever having such a destructive thought. Turned out there was still a lot brewing in her mind, the uneasiest being a new found lack of confidence in herself. Before camp she knew exactly where she'd stand on certain topics and how she'd react to things. That sense and predictability of self were now lost.

Evelyn got a harsh awakening. The ground all but vibrated and shook violently from under her. "Everyone to the arena, immediately," the source ordered. Evelyn obeyed the voice that could emanate such power without a second thought. She thought herself one of the earlier arrivals, given her brisk pace, but there were a few before her. Among them, the Eris siblings, and the mean-looking brute. But the men of the group were shackled. That was interesting to say the least. If Gods were to restrain the demi-beings they must have done wrong and have been deemed particularly out of control. If it weren't deserved and Sylas under such a watchful eye of a god or two, she might have shuffled nearby.

While scenarios ran through her head, only imaging such a case, she found herself a seat. She entwined her fingers with her two index's tapping her lip. Whatever she thought of, why ever they were here, she knew it'd be short of reality. Thankfully Poseidon drew some mercy by pronouncing why they had gathered at least and why so many gods were present.

"We would not be here if it were not for you both. But in particular you," Poseidon gestured to the bulkiest of men. Evelyn paused. "You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

The gods were certainly gifted with punishment. But somehow she imagined he wouldn't be bothered by other's suffering and turmoil, even the anger that could be directed towards him as a cause, aside from those he had a shred of care for. Evelyn's eyes shifted to Sylas. Nor would he care, aside from when his own was exposed.

Sloane was called to go first. Evelyn was entranced to see a major adversity of hers and how the gods magic worked. As things unravelled, it got progressively worse. Sylas seemed to have wrapped Liam's own mind up. It might have been like watching a movie, but this featured people she knew and real potential to happen making the scenario a cocktail of engaging and disturbing. She was doing her best to scrutinize the scene and behaviour of the illusions, right up to Liam slitting his own throat, causing blood to spurt on Sloane.

Evelyn turned her head away, sickness seeming to creep into her stomach. There were a few monsters in one vision, but Evelyn knew the biggest in Sloane's mind. Frankly, she felt for the girl. As the trials went onward, it seemed inappropriate to move positions for comfort. Evelyn resumed her habit of tapping her lips, sitting in wait.

Heath was called. Another she was most anxious to peek inside of. His test featured losing and failing Iliana, the godly parents and being buried to an extent. The pressures of being the good son of Athena. The shifting and movement in her peripheral did draw her attention to Iliana, trying to burst up from her seat to reach him sooner. But it all had to play out. Once they stepped into the arena, they were alone. They had to face their adversities alone. But at least in the end, when they returned to their seats, they had each other.




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"I still owe you that date," he commented with a sad chuckle. "I had it all planned out too. It was going to be tonight... Andy was even going to help me set it up. Camp has a funny way of messing a lot of things up."

Despite his sadness, Trinity smiled, happy he had even remembered it. A date, she would think, would be one of the first things to sweep under the rug in camp but not in Wes’ book. “It's okay, there's no time restriction on when it has to happen.” Even she was a little surprised to hear herself offer assurance rather than squirm at the idea of an official date. But there it was. And camp was camp.

Somewhere in their talk, she dozed off peacefully against Wes. She tried to stay awake for him but comfort and tiredness won out.

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She woke in half a daze. It took pushing her blonde mess away from her heavy eyes and a look around to figure she fell asleep and Wes carried her to his bed. But the funniest part was no Wes. Trinity frowned a little, pushing herself to sit up. Thankfully there was a note on the bedside table atop of some clothes. Somehow, it gave her comfort that he'd be back and that he wasn't just lending her his space.

However, the comfort and peace of the morning wasn’t long lasting. Suddenly the cabin shook, and Trinity pinged wide awake, holding her hands out half expecting to be thrown off balance. A voice ordered them to a meeting point. The next she had to do was get changed with the clothes Wes left on the bed side table for her. “What the fuck?”Trinity whispered to herself, looking all around as she hiked up some basketball shorts. She hoped for explanations but given she was alone in a cabin that wasn’t hers, she probably wouldn’t get that.

She all but barrelled out the door. “What is happening?”

Once arriving at the arena, Trinity got a feeling of dread seeing the Gods waiting as every camper filed in. It took Trinity a decent study of the environment for her to see her brother tied. Half or full blood, no matter what he did, he didn't deserve to be bound like some prisoner. She straightened, a hand grabbing Wesley's knee, fighting the reflex to free Liam or have some outburst and protest against the treatment. But before she could even begin to dive into the internal debate of logic verse instinct, Poseidon began to speak. Her eyes flickered to the god, hearing what summoned most of them and what was due for the demigods.

A part of her wanted to clutch her hair and scream or maybe growl that Liam got so much bad limelight. But there was no time to act out because Sloane was made to go first. To see just what was in store, Trinity waited attentively but restlessly, eyes glued to Sloane as she walked through the archway and how her world transformed.

Dead dog. Void Liam. Asshole brother. When Liam plucked Sloane up and was strangling her, her eyes sought the real version of the son of Ares. But it took an abrupt turn. Sloane's trial even brought a gasp to Trinity's lips seeing Liam slice his own throat like that. She brought a hand to her throat to suppress anymore audible reactions, or maybe imagine it hadn't happened. Although not much beat the sound of Sloane's screams and the horrific scene that played out before them. When it ended, it brought some relief to Trinity. So that was the potential of Sylas...and that's what Liam had dragged himself into.

The brunette tried to walk away with what dignity she could after that but Poseidon order she stay. A rule that applied to them all, she imagined. “Wesley...” she muttered to express her anxieties. But the next demigod was called upon.

And so Heath's vision played out in front of them all. And the next one would. Then the next one... Trinity's eyes would seek out Liam now and then. The same way her hand would grab Wes a little tighter occasionally. Because soon, their time would come.


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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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Wes wasn't necessarily in a huge rush or anything, but he was trying his best to get to the mess hall and back to the cabin before Trinity woke. So, it was safe to say his pace was brisk as he followed the paths through camp. He wasn't paying attention to anyone he passed by, nor did he particularly care. He looked like he was straight out of bed, still wearing his pajamas, and to be honest, he still hadn't completely woken up either.

Unfortunately, other people were more morning people than he was. As he was walking an all too peppy brunette approached him, matching his pace. He was content with saying nothing. Honestly, Aphrodite kids had to deal with weirder things on a regular basis. Came with the whole natural allure. But this girl seemed to want to have a chat. "Hi there! I don't think we've met yet right? My name is Penelope, but I prefer Nelly. I am Hermes's daughter. Might I ask for your name and who your divine parent is?"

Wes all but stopped where he was trying to catch up with the fast talking and everything thrown at him so fast. His brows furrowed as he tried to process it all, while also trying to think of his own response. "Uh... Wes and Aphrodite." He stood there awkwardly for a moment before continuing. "Alrighty then. I have to go get breakfast for my girlfriend and I. Nice meeting you, Penelope that prefers Nelly." That was the best farewell he could muster while still tired. Then he continued toward the mess hall.

He had barely made a full plate for Trinity when he felt the ground tremble beneath him, causing Wes to lose half of the food to the floor as he steadied himself. He looked around at the others that happened to be there to see if any of them were the culprit or knew what was going on. Before he could ask anyone, a loud thunderous voice echoed throughout the room. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

For a moment he stood their wondering if he had actually woken up that morning. Perhaps it was all a dream. He looked down at his lack of shirt. It'd make sense for a dream... Being caught in a strange situation half undressed. He sighed. Wes contemplated running back to his cabin to grab Trin and perhaps a shirt. But whomever demanded their attention did seem like the patient or understanding sort. He looked back at the food longingly, before scoffing and heading out of the hall toward the arena.

Wes managed to run into Trinity, just before entering the arena. He didn't know if the implications of her in his clothes and him shirtless in pajamas mattered to her. He couldn't help but instantly feel a bit guilty as they walked together to take a seat. Hopefully, it didn't cross her mind in light of whatever was going on. It wasn't until they both got situated that Wes realized the Gods in the distance, watching them in silence as they all filed in.

Trinity's hand grabbed at his knee, getting his attention. Wes's gaze followed hers, tilting his head upward to catch a glimpse of what she saw... Liam and Sylas in shackles. He gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, while his other hand reached across his lap to take a hold of hers. "Hey," he whispered. "It'll be ok." He wanted to say more, but Poseidon stepped forward and demanded their attention.

It seemed the more the God said, the more uncomfortable he got. Then he pointed blame at Liam. Wes, subtly glanced over at the son of Ares, trying not to draw Trinity's attention. His face saddened at the look of him. Poseidon didn't say what exactly happened, but there was no doubt that there must have been an altercation of some kind. He could feel the anger radiating off of Liam. "Sloane Astor. Step forward." Wes's heart sank for the poor girl as she was forced to go first, like a guinea pig to show everyone else what was in store.

Sloane stepped through the archway and what played out before them was like a horror film. The dead puppy was enough to churn anyone's stomach, but he actually tensed at the sight of Liam like a statue. He watched, intently, as Sylas made a puppet out of him and bent him to his will. It made Wes shift, uncomfortably. Seeing the demigods potential and how easily he could manipulate someone else was... terrifying. Then the son of Ares slit his own throat, drawing a gasp from Trin and causing Wes to turn his head away. But it was the scream. It ran down his spine like a sickening chill, making the hairs on his arm stand on end.

He felt bad for Sloane, especially as she tried to leave but was denied. As if the torture of facing what scared them most wasn't enough... They'd have to sit and watch each other go through that pain, over and over. He slowly slunk further back into his seat. It was going to be a long day.

"Wesley..." Trinity said quietly. He could hear her fear, something he also felt. He swallowed while nodding slightly.

He pulled her a little bit closer, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. "I'll be right here," he reassured her as he slid his fingers between hers.

Then Heath was called forward. Someone Wes wasn't familiar with at camp. While part of him was curious to see how the demigod's trial played out, he couldn't also feel like he was invading everyone's privacy by watching their secrets and fears play out before him. He wanted to look away, but no matter how much he tried... Curiosity took over and he had to look.

Part of him was slightly relieved that Heath's judgement didn't involve as much blood. But, unfortunately, it did not lack in death. His brows quirked up at the sound of Iliana's voice, curious to see that perhaps she was not always mute. Yet, no sooner than hearing that, she threw herself from a cliff. He winced again. Gods, this was rough. He didn't know what he was more worried about, his own trial or Trinity's. All he could do was take a deep breath, and try to remain as calm as possible... for Trin.




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Sylas remained on the ground, the dirt turned to mud from his own blood. It was hard to breath, making him cough through the fluid that blocked his airways. The ground rumbled and Gods stepped forward. He had difficulty making out whatever they were saying. But one minute he went from lying on his back to being on his knees with his hands shackled before him. "Take care of them, then meet me at the arena," one of the more intimidating Gods said before heading down a path.

He remained knelt on the ground as Poseidon called for everyone to go the arena, leaving himself and Liam behind in the care of two other Gods. Sylas presumed one to be Ares based on the looks he gave the son of Ares. And once the other put his hand on him, healing all of his wounds until the only proof that he was bloodied was the stains in his shirt, he knew it was Apollo. Sylas didn't saying anything, but nodded his head in brief thanks, only because it felt like what was right.

Once finished, Apollo and Ares helped them both off the ground and lead them to the arena in silence. They made sure to keep a distance between the two in case they decided to lash out again. Sylas had no intention of inciting anymore anger out of the oaf, not yet anyway. It seemed what little bit he had done had caused quite the domino effect. He was more than eager to see how this would play out, but he dare not let that be seen.

The Gods lead them into the arena, making them sit in the stands, closer to the other Gods, to keep an eye on them. Sylas took his seat, making sure there was several feet between himself and Liam. He watched as demigods slowly entered, taking their seats sporadically around the colosseum. Then, a striking redhead enter and for a brief moment their eyes met. Surprisingly, to anyone else, he felt a bit ashamed, having Evelyn see him like that. His gaze fell to his hands until she looked away. Whether or not she enticed him so, he doubted that seeing him like this or whatever else the Gods had up their sleeves would make her desire to come anywhere near him.

Poseidon began his inevitable speech that gained everyone's attention. While Sylas couldn't be bothered by what the man said, it was the topic of custom tailored judgement that caused him to listen. "We would not be here if it were not for you both," the God looked between himself and Liam. "But in particular you. You will go last," he said to the son of Ares. "You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

His curiosity piqued when Sloane was called forward. A tactical move by a powerful God. It was a bold move indeed, something Sylas himself would do if he were in Poseidon's shoes. While he might not have someone in his life that it would pain him to see suffer, there was no doubt that it'd make Liam writhe in his seat seeing Sloane go through her illusion... and first. Plus, he was also interested to see what dark and twisted fears toiled in that mind of hers. Others might feel for her and sympathize, Sylas would only see fuel. That's what this whole judgement was to him... a way to see how to get under everyone's skin.

What played out before them, was nothing short of what Sylas expected from his sister. Part of him was impressed that she thought he was capable of such deviousness. She knew him better than he had thought, but better yet, she was scared of what he was capable of. There was no doubt of that. Then there was a scream... nothing like he'd ever heard before. It was blood curdling and sharp... Authentic.

And then there was Heath. Disgustingly boring boy who never seemed to know how to remove his head from the ass of his other siblings... Who, quite frankly, Sylas forgot their names. They bored him. But nevertheless, he watched. Death of a sibling and being severely inadequate to his parent, the later he could understand on some level. His gaze slowly drifted over to the boy and his reunion with his mute sister. Added to his mental check list, to get to Heath involved the mousy blonde. Good to know, although he doubted that knowledge would ever be anything of worth.




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Andy wasted far too much time in the shower. She had been clean for awhile, just enjoying the steamy water on her sore muscles. She was already starting to feel better, in no small part due to Cherise's healing. If it hadn't been for that, she'd probably still be immobile in the med hut. So, sore muscles and ribs was a welcomed preference. But even she couldn't stay locked away in her shower all day. With a sigh, she finally shut off the water and stepped out.

While she was feeling much better, Andy still wasn't near one hundred percent. She opted for clothes that seemed to be easier to get into than some of her others, not that her wardrobe screamed girly girl or anything. The most difficult part was wiggling into her jeans. Thankfully it didn't really hurt, most of her pain was in her torso, but her strength still wasn't back to its prime. So, she had to do a little jig and jump to get them up over her hips.

After slipping on a pair of sneakers, Andy headed out towards the hall. It didn't take her long to get there, and to no surprise, she found Mason had already beat her there and was halfway finished with his breakfast. She made her way over to the food, where Wes stood half dressed and half awake making his own plate. She flashed him a brief smile and just before she was able to grab a plate, the ground began to roar and vibrate beneath them. Her hands reached out and took a hold of the table until everything subsided. And as she turned to look toward Mason, a deep voice carried across camp. "Everyone to the arena, immediately."

Then everything was quiet. Andy didn't bother getting food. She hurried over to Mason instead, looking confused and worried... Like everyone else in the hall did. "What the hell was that?!"

She knew there was no way Mason would let her out of his site when something strange like this was going on, especially in her condition... No matter how much better she felt. This was one time Andy didn't argue. She grabbed an apple before heading to the arena with Mason so he wouldn't nag her about how she didn't eat later, although she doubted it'd get eaten at all.

It wasn't long before they were at the arena and by the time they arrived, nearly everyone was there. Right away she noticed the Gods who were sitting and waiting for their arrival... including her mother. Hecate tried to make eye contact with her, but Andy looked away and continued into the stands. She took a hold of Mason's arm and lead them over so that she could take a seat beside Trinity. She looked over at her friend, giving the blonde a weak smile. But she never said anything. After all, what was there to say?

Andy sat there silent as Poseidon began to address them all. At first, she thought they were just being scolded. A slap on the hand and a finger wag, nothing more. But then he spoke of illusions accompanied by a portal created by her mother. A chill instantly went down her spine at the thought. Andy couldn't fight the panic that began to overwhelm her at the thought of what she'd encounter in there... the underworld? Her brother's death? Or worse, the thing she's been refusing to do or acknowledge?! As the fear began to sink in, she took hold of Mason's hand needing a false sense of security as they went into whatever was ahead.

And then it began, with Sloane no less. The girl walked through the portal and the whole atmosphere of the arena changed. It was like watching a strange immersive play, like a movie playing before their eyes in real time but there was also a weird detachment. It wasn't a spectacle but like looking into someone's mind and watching their thoughts play out. It as private and personal, and it made her feel anxious like reading someone's diary knowing they could round the corner any moment and you'd be caught.

Sloane's trial was terrifying... like something someone would only see in a horror movie. All the blood, manipulation and death. Andy found herself wincing and looking away when Liam slit his throat. Then when she looked back Sloane was covered in his blood like Carrie before letting out a high pitch scream and then the illusion faded. She felt like there need to be time for that to process, for both Sloane and the on lookers. But Poseidon wasted no time and called up his next victim, Heath.

Andy didn't know much about the boy beyond the time they shared in the closet two nights prior. She didn't know what to expect when seeing his own struggles. But his judgement also included death... Why did she feel like that was going to be a reoccurring theme? Heath's didn't seem to be as bloody or intense, but it made it no less emotional. It seemed with every death, her hand only seemed to hold Mason's tighter. Gods she wanted this over quickly.

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Sylas was one lucky bastard; for the only being on this planet that could rip this murderous behemoth off of him would be a god, and he came. A small group of them. He was on top of the child of Eris, thick fingers eager to feel the air strained at his stupid little throat. It felt good; the thought of taking someone’s life like this. That’s how nasty the rage inside of him genuinely was, and it believed it was the right thing to do. It believed that there was no other way in this world than dealing in ruthless death.

By the time he was pried off and shackled, his clothes were bloodstained and his jacket had ripped at the seams; as if he had become Hulk, only less dramatic. He didn’t bother looking over at any of the gods, especially Poseidon. Who were they to scold anyone for pettiness anyway? His eyes were still on Sylas, and his chest heaved heavily. It almost seemed like a snorting sound came from his nostrils, akin to an overly excited bull ready to barrel out of its holding place.

When all got to Pulvinus, the rage had yet to fully subside. For some reason, Sylas’ power still lurked in there like a shadow. The fact that he was still alive was enough to make Liam hungry for blood.

"You will go last. You will sit there and watch as every single person here suffers through their trial because of you. And because your judgement is clouded due to some girl... You will suffer through watching her go first, knowing you can do nothing to ease her struggle."

Liam tried his best not to scoff, but his eyes rolled nearly to the back of his skull at the implication that he was to blame for everything. He looked over at his father and spit over in his general direction, "Rumor around the Myth mill is that none of you asshats have any room to talk about fighting over a girl. And you Ares - you like seeing you children caged like animals. Don’t you? First it was my sister, now it’s me. You’re a little bitch, and I swear - one day, you’re going to regret the day I was born." The son of Ares couldn’t care less that his voice boomed in warning for everyone to hear him. He began to laugh a little at this; still feeling that murderous rage snaking through his blood. Liam was never one to not say exactly what was on his mind.

"I don’t give a fuck, Fishboy. Now everyone here will remember how much you’ve all abandoned your children." At that time, he meant every word of that. It would do some of these Demigods well to see their own fears, or whatever it was that Poseidon was doing to them. He raised both of his shackled hands, lifting a finger, "I wonder if that little girl - what’s her name, Alex? I wonder if this would have been her treatment had she been anyone else’s child. In fact - where is she? The rest of us have gutless duds for godly parents. So unlucky." His eyes met various Demigods in the arena as he spoke.

At this point, after having to see his own sister imprisoned on his first day here, and now himself - his view of the gods were only getting worse. "I wonder how everyone else feels about that..." He’d let that linger in the air for a little bit, then it was Sloane center stage. He didn’t think this whole ordeal was going to be that bad, but he was simple-minded enough like that. He remained in his spot, shackled, and leaned back. He hoped his aura radiated enough threat to keep everyone else away from him. In fact, anyone that was more sensitive to emotion would probably stay far, far away. He chose a place surrounded by no one, as he didn’t want to be bothered. He said his piece and made his promise with daddy.

His attention focused, and as the effects of Sylas’ magic died out, likely due to whatever was going on in Pulvinus, he started to remember what he did. His eyes widened for a second, and as he watched the brunette descend the steps. He pushed her. How hard did he do it? Why did he touch her? He couldn’t think of any reason why he would do something like that. He didn’t remember anyone telling him to, but that was the nature of Sylas’ power. The worst part is that Liam was so enraged that everything Sloane told him about their powers had leaked out of his brain alongside his common sense.

Guilt washed over him like the heaviest fucking wave ever created by an ocean. He stood up, and the way he tried to break through the shackles actually started to make his wrists bleed. "Sloane! he called out, and just as he started to barrel toward her, a voice stopped him in his tracks. Hera’s voice echoed through his mind, and he could not do anything but obey, sit down. Do not move. The giant that was Liam plopped his ass down once more. There was nothing more he could do at this point.

The scene that played before him started out simple and… carefree. It was just Sloane looking for him. It almost felt like it was a natural thing - her coming home, and maybe he was there waiting for her. But that turned into a horror scene right off the bat. It didn’t scare Liam, but boy - OH BOY - did it really piss him off. There was Rocco; dead in a puddle of his own blood, and she had to find the pup that way. Liam knew this wasn’t reality, but she didn’t. He could feel his anger rising again, as if it were possible for him to get any madder. Was it possible?

They were all about to find out.

Of course, Sylas was there - like the troublesome little snake he was. Liam shot Sylas a glance, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

It’s not real, he reminded himself in a thought. But why was every inch of his body quaking with anger? He couldn’t move his body - not one limb, yet he shook like a rabid, frothing canine. All that rage radiated from him like a searing heat, enough for even those that were not sensitive to emotion to notice. He wanted to erupt at every second of watching himself do things he wouldn’t do.

He wouldn’t do that. Would he? He already did. Didn’t he?

Liam’s death by his own hand hardly phased the man himself. Death was of no concern to this child. In fact, death felt better than living at this point. Men like him and Sylas, maybe they didn’t deserve anything good.

When Sloane stepped out of her own nightmare and her eyes met his, he just looked away.

He didn’t give a fuck about anyone else’s crap. There were only two things on his mind - the children of Eris and anger. Anger at his father, the gods… Alex. How’d a fight earn a harsher punishment than murder? Why was he being treated like some monster? Why does everyone else get away with everything else? Sloane softened him. He let his guard down. That was him. This man sitting here right now, and the one in her trial - that was Liam.

"You want the monster? Fine. I’ll be the monster," he murmured under his breath, not caring if anyone else heard that. Who was going to do anything about it?

For the rest of the trial, he'd just sit there. He didn't look at anyone. He no longer shook violently, and it almost looked like his breathing was calm. There were just his emotions, buried deep within that now aloof facade.

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Daniel turned off the Valis cabin appliances and hurried to the arena for this urgent summoning. He fell into a seat automatically, not caring for once who he ended up by, eyes only intrigued on the congregation of Gods and what was in store for him and fellow peers. From there, Poseidon laid down the law. Daniel's eyes shifted to the Witch-Goddess curiously as she summoned an archway for more of a sense of what was happening. The answer came after, being nothing but bad news. And for calling the attention of the gods and hell to pay, Poseidon even said who they could thank: being Slenderman and Mr. Roids. Usually, one to try find a bright side, Daniel couldn't and he gave a dirty look to the perpetrators. Basically, they all had to be exposed and raw for everyone to see because a couple of campers acted out.

One Sloane Astor was called first and Daniel didn't doubt for a second about how Poseidon told them they'd feel and know nothing else other than the illusion the moment they stepped through the portal. So good luck to her. Because he didn't know the girl, he naively expected less drama. Maybe like giant spiders, but no, they got a whole emotional, brutal and personal horror show. Once again fortifying what a vulnerable time this would be for them all. Nobody could escape the gods' powers or bury their own secrets, traumas, fears. The worst would come.

"Heath Taylor! Step forward!" Another person's deepest fears were put on display for them to see.

"Daniel Vadas!" A part of him wanted to shrink down and go back to having identity issues so he didn't have to stand and expose fears as well as face some buried trauma. But the combination of Poseidon and Ares stern gaze moved him onward and through the portal.


He found himself in the hall, something oppressive in the air. Around him the demigods looked like they used to, demigods he hadn't seen in a year, even Wes in his peripheral had two arms. Daniel stepped up to Andy. "You okay sis? You look like you're ready." And that she was, dressed in battle gear, light armor and armed. He gave her a weak smile before pulling her into a long hug, and he kept holding her for a time.

"I'm kind of terrified," she admitted in a whisper.

Something churned in his gut saying he didn't want to let go. Once he did, bad things would happen. He didn't want anyone to step out of the hall. But he let her go, like it couldn't be helped and tapped her chin unwillingly. "Wish I met you sooner."

"Yeah... Well, we're going to survive this so you can bug me more."

Those words made his heart sink. Oh no. This was worse than de ja vu. Daniel demanded he stop and do something different. Lock the doors, teleport away, etc. but it was like his body was on autopilot and two consciences were clashing. He approached Alex next, dropping off a comment to ease the tension. She sighed and bumped past him, and he couldn't even avoid her literal cold shoulder. He strode to Trinity next, looking for comfort in a plan the Valises hadn't given but most the demigods had already dispersed outside, prepared for a fight as individuals. And he himself followed in doomed footsteps.

Stonemen charged at the demigods, finding gaps through the barrier set around camp and they fought them off for the most part though Daniel felt off balance and like it was all too hectic to handle. They were playing heavy defence. But then the barrier that bought them time started to flicker and crash, making way for the giants to barrel through.

This is when it happened. He wanted to back away, even if his peers thought him a coward, he'd rather run and survive for another day. But he stood his ground, set to make the same mistake, and forced a giant to its knees with his powers. He gave the extra pull with all his might and power, appearing to make the giant's chest leap outward. Stop! Look over your shoulder. Let go! No matter what his voice demanded or how he hoped somebody else could alter this nightmare, he knew what was due.

A harsh pain suddenly emerged, puncturing through his body like a pin cushion, the tip of a blade poking out his chest. The giant smirked. The steel withdrew slowly and the battle continued on around him. "And..-" he couldn't say her name as breath left him. Shortly after, so did his whole life.

From that moment he faced a void. There was nothingness. No Styx, hospital room, Elysium, Underworld. Emptiness. And him all alone. Of course he tried some magic but to no avail. "Mom?" he called, pacing around.

Slowly, his limitless cage did begin to take on some cloudy shapes. The first that materialised was a pyre. Some demigods gathered around but no tears were shed and there was some bullshit organic speech made. "A good friend and acquaintance to us all, he will be missed." Daniel scoffed unimpressed, meanwhile people phased right through him when returning to their cabins. If this was the departure he got as the last farwell...where was Andy!? Or Mason. Despite his suspicions he did try snapping his fingers in a couple of demigods faces, demanding attention but he didn't exist to them.

It took a bit of wandering to locate his sister, but when he found her she had reserved herself to crying and scribbling on some paper. Daniel hated to see her in such a state so he crept closer. "I'm still here, you're not alone." But Andy didn't even twitch. He frowned stepping closer to see she had a small fire going, and she tossed in a locket, symbols etched into the table. "Hey, no, no, whatever voodoo you're doing, stop."

As expected his sister didn't respond. Hecate emerged from another room. "You're sure about this?"

Daniel's eyes narrowed into a squint and he peeked over Andy's shoulder spotting a memory spell. Before he could order not to, they were off with the chanting. Daniel stood there stunned she could do such a thing without second thought- even if there was a second thought, she did it regardless! Hecate was partly to blame but Andy he had more hope in, she had to have more sense than that. His heart pounded dangerously at the betrayal and consequences to follow. Andy's face went blank and her emotions seemed to subside, and she wiped away some tears like they were foreign.

Image "The effects of war toll us all. But at least you didn't lose anybody important," Hecate said.

His eyes lifted to a glare on his mother before he turned and walked away. Daniel paced off to inspect the domino effect of the spell. No photos of him, no cabin or possessions, no furniture, no gravesite. They had plunged him into a state of non-existence entirely. "What have you done?"

Somebody had to remember something or see him. He tried several attempts to get attention, from ghosting things to trying to shake his peers, the frustration and reality only settling in with every passing second. He'd rather the blissful abyss.

"Hey." A gorgeous brunette offered an assuring smile, emanating instant comfort, warmth and trust.

Daniel mirrored her smile and started towards her. Of course, if anyone could pull a miracle, it'd be her. Somebody passed through him, wrapping Cherise up in an arm and they walked off together.

Daniel fell against a wall in defeat. Before he knew it, his palm then fist struck at it a few times before sliding down. Erased from existence entirely.... He hugged his legs and hung his head down wishing there was no after life for him. That he died and the lights simply went out.

A breeze hit his skin and Daniel lifted his head from the ball he was morphing into. He was in the arena - no. He was back in the arena. A tear escaped his eye from what he was suppressing in the illusion and he returned to his seat with what left over dignity allowed.




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He had showered, headed to the hall for something to eat, and just at the tail end of his breakfast, Andy came through. She only had to wait a little longer but he guessed patience wasn't her virtue. However that turned out to be the least of his worries.

The ground shook beneath them. Mason tried to jump to his feet, but as quick as it came it subsided, followed by a voice ordering them to meet in the arena. Mason gave the same startled and confused expression as Andy had to him when she flashed by his side. "What the hell was that?!"

He held her for a second though the semi quake had gone. "I have no idea." He looked her over, checking she was okay. The only outstanding condition being her emotional state, like a lot of people's in that moment. "Stay close, okay?" Mason rubbed her arm before releasing her.

The only thing to do from there was listen to the voice and head to the arena. When he saw the Gods lying in wait for them, he felt immediate dread and they all willingly signed their executions, trapping themselves in the Gods mercy. But, he had to note, at least there was no Zeus. Where was the big guy?

Mason let himself absently get dragged along with Andy expecting to see Zeus emerge and punish them all for not bowing before Alex and Ajax. Although there was no Zeus taking the reins, Mason wasn't far off the truth. Poseidon dove into a lecture of how pathetic there quarelling was. He didn't mind the scolding so much even if it did hit home but then there was the catch. A supposed solution that Mason hated right away. They'd enter an illusion where they bare all. It seemed he wasn't the only one to dislike the idea as Andy grabbed his hand, her demeanor changing into a frightened deer's.

He clenched her hand leaning towards her, eyes on the portal as Sloane approached. "It'll be over quickly. You and Daniel will thrive in an illusion."

Turned out watching the first victim's to the Gods punishment wasn't very quick or painless. The girl had layers of issues in her illusion and they all got to see it. Mason swallowed guiltily for offering Andy sweet nothings. Then Sloane was told to stay and watch everyone else's. Great.

The hair model was called next. His illusion was also soul bearing and a spectacle for everyone. Somewhere in the seats the emotional mute was getting antsy and causing scene. He supposed it did hurt seeing the ones you love in pain. Meanwhile Andy was gripping his hand tighter. "It's okay," he whispered.

Like the universe had to counter everything he said, Daniel was summoned next. Even he looked weary about the whole process. Once Daniel's began to play out, Mason quickly recognized it was the beginning of the war last year. Daniel had a giant down, and Mason found himself in Iliana's shoes for once, wanting to lunge out of his seat and help him or support him as one would a football game or something. Come on, buddy. He saw one of those stonemen slip behind him. The blade ran its course, piercing through Daniel and Mason winced.

Where was he at that time? Why wasn't anyone watching Daniel's back? Mason risked a look at Andy in the corner of his eyes as Daniel's hell rolled onwards until he was some forgotten ghost. Mason thought on that for a bit. A life without Daniel ever entering, or, knowing about him. He guessed if there ever was some poltergeist at camp, it'd be Daniel driving himself mad in loneliness.

Mason followed his friend all the way back to his seat. He'd be okay. Once they finished up here, Mason would see him and they'd talk some things out.

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xxxxx"Rumor around the Myth mill is that none of you asshats have any room to talk about fighting over a girl. And you Ares - you like seeing you children caged like animals. Don’t you? First it was my sister, now it’s me. You’re a little bitch, and I swear - one day, you’re going to regret the day I was born."

xxxxxAt first, the Gods were silent. No, they did not take kindly to being spoken to in such a manner. But they would have their moment. Throughout the angered son of Ares' tirade, Poseidon moved to his feet, turning his attention fully to the boy. Although no words fell from his lips.

xxxxx"I don’t give a fuck, Fishboy. Now everyone here will remember how much you’ve all abandoned your children. I wonder if that little girl - what’s her name, Alex? I wonder if this would have been her treatment had she been anyone else’s child. In fact - where is she? The rest of us have gutless duds for godly parents. So unlucky... I wonder how everyone else feels about that..."

xxxxxOnce the noble speech had finished, Poseidon took a step forward toward the railing of the balcony. His eyes were piercing as they did not waiver from Liam. "I have listened to your words, no matter how disrespectful they were. And now you will heed mine." He briefly looked over to Hecate. "Bind him in place and for everyone's sake, silence him."

xxxxxWith a wave of Hecate's hand, a chain appeared in the concrete between Liam's feet. It stretched to about knee height and connected to the restraints between his hands. It then tightened, just enough to keep his hands restricted to his lap. Then a simple gag wrapped around his head, not too tight or uncomfortable, but enough to keep Liam from running his mouth further.

xxxxx"I have no control over Zeus. You and I both know that, boy. So, while I may agree that Alex Valis deserves to be here just as much as you, if not more, that is not within my power." He slammed his trident down into the ground, demanding the boy's respect and attention. "You may judge our misdeeds however you like. But perhaps you are too thick to comprehend that we might be trying to keep you all from repeating our mistakes."

xxxxxPoseidon began to pace along the length of the balcony railing as he continued. "While you may not like the love you get from your parent. Nor the rest of you from your parents," he added motioning to the rest of the demigods. "It is what we are capable of. You forget that we are Gods. And whether you like it or not, we have responsibilities that are more important than just you." He pointed his index finger at Liam.

xxxxx"You are an adult," his voice practically hissed. "And you demand to be treated as such. But you have to earn that respect and act like an adult." Poseidon had no other words. He left his scolding at that and retook his seat.

xxxxxAnd while, one would think Ares would have strong words to say, he did not give his son the satisfaction of getting angered like Liam so wished. He didn't even look in his son's direction as he addressed him. "You embarrass yourself with your foul mouth, boy." He hooked his thumb under his chin while his index finger rubbed above his upper lip. "You disrespect me... And you disrespect your sister with your poor attitude and carelessness." He shook his head and let out a deep sigh. "You disappoint me."

xxxxxThen the Gods were silent. They sat stoic like statues as Sloane's trial played out before them like some macabre play. Her screams echoed throughout the arena when she finished. Once she returned to the stands and took her seat, Poseidon abruptly stood up, slamming his trident into the ground to gain Liam's attention. "You see that! You see what your anger and lack of control has accomplished. The girl you fought so valiantly for... won't even look at you. So sit there, in your arrogance as your dig yourself deeper into the hole of your own making and suffer. Because with each word that falls from your lips, you isolate yourself."

xxxxxPoseidon picked up his trident and pointed it at the demigods. "Not all of you deserve this. But discipline isn't enough." He began to address everyone. "You laugh in the face of authority. So I am left with no choice but to punish them so that you learn." With his next words, only briefly, there was softness and compassion. "I enjoy this no more than you. But if you continue to test me, I won't be so forgiving."

xxxxxThere was silence for some time. Two more trials passed without another outburst. But the quiet was short lived. At the calling of Rae's name, she too had words she wished to be shared. Same note, different tune. She began to ruffle feathers enough to draw words from Artemis. But again, Poseidon waited. "Hypocrites is too light a term for the gods. Isn’t that right, mother? "Yet, I will go before you have to move a finger and strain yourself for your daughter. Just know that I do plan on being a changed woman when I come out. I will remember this injustice as a personal slight against my person. I do hold grudges."

xxxxx"As do I, Ms. Meadows," He sad coldly as he looked towards the fiery red head and then the crowd. "If one more person speaks out of turn and disrespects myself, or the other Gods. I will lock you in Tartarus for a month... so help me."

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Sloane didn't know what was worse, the trial or fighting. The Gods weren't perfect, nor did everyone like them. But yelling at them was just stupid. They were naive to think that they would idly sit by and accept such disrespect. That's not how you talk to a God... hell, that's not how you talk to your elders. Liam's words only stirred the already chaotic pot that was the arena. So much, that Poseidon hardly let her take her seat before using her as an example.

"You see that! You see what your anger and lack of control has accomplished. The girl you fought so valiantly for... won't even look at you." If it was possible to close in on one's self, then Sloane was doing it. Her arms crossed tighter over her chest as her body turned away from the prying eyes of the crowd. When would this be over? Gods did she just want this to be over.

She relished in the silence while it lasted, but it was short lived. Whether or not she agreed with what was being said, Sloane found herself wincing as Rae stood up and began to scold them like Liam did. It scared her. She didn't want to be punished further for other people's actions, and part of her was tempted to tell them all to shut up because they hadn't been in the illusion yet. They didn't know how truly horrible it was. Running their mouths could only make things worse and Sloane didn't want to know what worse was.

Her jaw clenched at Poseidon's threat. While the prospect of a month in Tartarus was daunting, Sloane couldn't help but be the tiniest bit relieved that he only geared that threat toward the perpetrator, and not the entirety of camp. She wouldn't fair well in that pit, nor would she go peacefully if Liam's fat mouth got her put there. She did her time for whatever crimes she did or did not commit, and she'd be damned if someone made it worse for her.

When Rae finally went through the archway, Sloane found herself to be a small bit curious. Before everything unfolded, the girl was a nice person to have a conversation with. Someone she thought she could befriend over time. While Rae's outburst didn't deter that, per se, it did make Sloane the smallest bit sour toward her. And even with that sourness, Sloane still grew uncomfortable watching the girl struggle through fire and smoke to try and reach her friend, only come up short.

None of these became easier to watch. Each of them disturbing and uncomfortable in their own right. It was one thing to watch scenes like this unfold in movies or books, but when it was people you know suffering a traumatic event that is real to them... It was terrifying. Sloane didn't know how she could still be so rattled by her own trial, yet sympathize for those that followed after her. The day only seemed to be getting longer and more terrible with each passing moment.




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While others grew uncomfortable as Liam shared his two cents with the Gods, Sylas found himself fighting a smirk. Of course, the oaf was pretty spot on with his accusations. The Gods were shits. Arrogant, hypocritical shits. But he, at least, had enough sense not to say it to their damn faces. It was asinine. How could someone be stupid enough to say that to a God? Well, Liam was. And while every word that dripped from his mouth painted him in a worse light, it only reaffirmed that he was the instigator and Sylas was the victim. Liam was digging himself a hole that just kept getting deeper and deeper, and the funniest part was Sylas didn't do anything beyond sit by and watch.

Poetic, in it's own weird sort of way.

Sylas didn't know if he was happy that Liam got silenced or sad that he couldn't continue to dig that hole deeper. But either way, he wasn't put out when it came to watching more trials unravel before him.

Daniel was the next to step forward. Sylas didn't particularly know much about him, beyond the fact that Andy was wildly protective over her brother, and he made eyes at Evelyn during the party. Sylas never claimed Evelyn was his, nor did he blame another man for appreciating an attractive woman. It still made him the faintest bit jealous, although he would never admit that. But whatever envious thoughts filled his mind quickly left as he watched the man die before him. And while, he would think that would be the end of the scene, it wasn't.

It all had some strange familiarity of deja vu, although Sylas himself knew nothing about it. Daniel wasn't playing out a scene for the first time, but almost seemed to fear something he already experience. Death. Now that was a new one. Sylas never knew someone who died and came back. Camp's very own Lazarus. And sad enough, that proved to be the most interesting part of the demigod's trial. The rest played out in a boring, predictable pattern of everyone forgetting him after he was gone.

Then, more angered shouts at the Gods. This from an attractive red head he hadn't gotten the pleasure to get to know. He made a mental note to speak with her at some point. But even when he didn't mean to draw comparisons between Rae and Evelyn, his mind drifted down that path all on its own, while the sounds of bitching faded to white noise. Rae was pretty, but that mouth of hers was quite obnoxious, at least for his first taste of it. But she still lacked that je ne sais quoi that Evelyn had, that intrigued him.

Whatever other fleeting thoughts might have plagued his mind vanished as Rae stepped through the portal and managed to regain Sylas's attention. The trial was simple, but painted the woman's fears plainly. Fire, the loss of a dear friend, and uselessness. Quaint, simple and so easy to toy with. He hadn't quite made the decision if he wanted to torment the girl... or stimulate her. But he was never one to turn down knowledge, especially the useful kind.

And then, Evelyn was called forward. Sylas found himself leaning forward in his seat with greater anticipation than he had for any of the others... even his sister's. He sat and watched intently. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but when the man pulled out a gun and held it to Evelyn's throat, Sylas's whole body tensed. He had to keep telling himself it was just an illusion... yet, it still made him uneasy. Gods why did this woman vex him so? He couldn't turn his eyes away or fight the churning in his stomach at the low life before her. And when it was over, he found himself relieved. Evelyn's trial only seemed to leave him with more questions than answers, but his interest only seemed to grow.




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Mason could tell she was frightened. Andy was never particularly good at hiding it. "It's ok," he whispered, trying to reassure her.

She nodded her head, trying her best to not be so scared. But then Poseidon called forward the next demigod... Daniel. Hearing the God say his name all but knocked the wind out of her. Andy's heart sank. She watched, reluctantly as the war from last year played out before them like a nightmare. She knew this dance. She saw it all a year ago. Yet, she found herself still hoping... hoping Daniel would turn around fast enough to stop the blade. But he didn't...

It pierced right through him and Andy buried her head in Mason's shoulder. Tears filled her eyes as she heard Daniel's weak plea for her before breath left him. Memories of her frantically trying to save his life played on repeat in her mind. She couldn't bring herself to look until she heard his voice again. "I'm still here, you're not alone... Hey, no, no, whatever voodoo you're doing, stop."

It was strange... seeing herself. Andy watched, squinting her eyes to try and make out what the illusion of herself was doing. Once she realized, she wanted to call out, to tell herself to stop. But she didn't. She just sat there frozen as her doppelganger wiped Daniel's memory from existence. "Oh Gods..." she whispered, bringing her free hand up to cover her mouth. How could she feel such guilt for something she didn't do? Andy didn't understand, yet it instantly began to weigh so heavily on her.

Andy didn't move her eyes from her brother, as he slowly made his way back to his seat. I should wait. I should give him sometime alone, she kept telling herself. But she couldn't. She gently squeezed Mason's hand, before whispering softly in his ear. "I'll be right back."

She waited until Rae finished arguing with the Gods, and her trial began before she got up. Andy moved quietly through the stands and took the seat directly behind Daniel. She waited a moment before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around him. Her cheek gently fell to rest upon his shoulder as she just held him, for as long as he'd let her. "I'm sorry," Andy whispered an apology for something she didn't do. "I love you," a tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke quiet enough that only he could hear. "And I thought about you every single day that you were gone... So did mason."

Andy's arms tightened around him slightly. She had to make sure he knew that. No matter what. "I will never ever forget you... The memories we've shared are far too precious and I wouldn't trade them for anything." She then raised her hand to wipe away his tear with her thumb. Then placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Ok?"




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To say that Wes didn't like this, was an understatement. He could feel the tension, unease and fear that carried the weight of a tsunami. It was palpable. Nor was it aided by people with big mouths like Liam or the feisty red head. That wasn't to say he agreed with the Gods' methods, but angering already angry Gods seemed like a really really bad idea. He would curse them all later, sure. But not here. Not to their faces. And definitely not before he had to go through that damned portal. His goal was to make this as quick and painless as possible... Which, to be honest, neither were possible. But that didn't stop him from trying.

So, like a good boy, Wes sat and he watched. None of the trials were easy to watch, regardless if he was well acquainted with who was being displayed before them or not. No one liked watching other people suffer... Or, no sane person anyway. Especially not someone who was more empathetic like himself. He could feel everything they did and all he wanted to do was give them all a hug. But... that might be weird coming from a guy they don't know, who was half naked.

Then... hell. "Wesley Preston. Please step forward."

Wes wanted to stay brave, not for himself but for Trinity, who already seemed on edge. He gave her hand a squeeze and flashed a reassuring smile. "I'll be right back. Ok?" he whispered, before placing a kiss on her cheek and then standing.

On most occasions, Wes wouldn't be too bothered being caught in the middle of camp in just his pajama pants. The important parts were covered and, after all, he was a child of Aphrodite. So, it wasn't like the view was appalling. But they were already being stripped naked before everyone by showing the things that frighten them the most... He didn't want to be half naked while doing that. Plus, for the first time, possibly ever, he felt a bit embarrassed. Sure, most people at camp knew he lost his arm in the battle the year before. But there was something about broadcasting it to the world as he descended the stairs, bionic arm glistening in the sunlight.

He stopped just before the archway and took a deep breath. Wes allowed himself one more look toward Trinity, to give him strength, before he stepped through.

Suddenly it was night and the camp was in an uproar. Demigods ran back and forth passing around weapons, fortifying the circumference of the field, and hugging their loved ones in a brief farewell. Wes, swerved through the crowd dodging shields and spears as he made his way up to the main hall.

Deja vu. It was like last year's battle all over again. There was a pit in Wes's stomach as a phantom pain pinged in his absent right arm. His gaze fell to the metal gears and cogs as he clenched his fist. Not again. He wasn't going to be the victim again.

Wes pushed his way through frantic demigods and rushed into the main hall. Inside, the more predominant camp warriors stood around as Ajax began addressing them like a Centurion preparing his men for battle. "—We've never fought an enemy like this before, so we all need to remain alert and agile. Stick to the plan. If someone falls..." His voice trailed off. The silence saying what he knew. We had to leave them behind.

"Ok. Liam, Trinity, Alex and myself will be frontline offensive. Hitting it with all that we got. Andy and Daniel. I want you two to flank it and catch it unaware. Mason—" Before Ajax could delegate a role for Mason, he turned away followed after Andy and Daniel as they left. Even in battle he didn't seem keen on following the son of Zeus's orders. Ajax kept giving orders to the demigods, until everyone was dispersed aside from Wes, Alex and himself. Without a word, the siblings started to head toward the exit, preparing for battle.

Just before Alex stepped through the door, Wes caught up to her and gently grabbed her arm to stop her. "Hey, wait!" She turned around with a slightly disgusted sneer on her face, looking down at his hand. "What about me?"

"What about you?" she responded, not seeming to catch his drift.

"Where do I go?"

"I don't know. That's not my problem." She shooed him away. "Go help in the med hut or something."

"Med hut!?" Wes said surprised. He then walked around Alex to stand before her. "I'm not going to go sit and wait to help the wounded. I want to fight. I can fight!"

"You're not my problem! No one wants to have to look after your ass and their own. Do you remember the last time you tried to help?" Alex waited a moment for Wes to respond, but he had nothing to say. He just stood their, silent, as Alex spoke to him like he was a thorn in her toe. "You lost you're arm and took one of our best warriors away from the battlefield. You are a burden and a nuisance." She shrugged his hand off her shoulder. "Just stay out of the way and try not to lose you're other arm." With nothing more to say, Alex turned and left the hall.

"Alex?!" Wes called after her confused. But he didn't follow. He remanded standing their, dumfounded. He knew he wasn't the best warrior, but that never stood in the way of people encouraging him before. Yet, there he stood like a scolded puppy. He wasn't going to stand by as those he cared about fought the battle for him. He couldn't.

He hurried outside and scanned the scurrying demigods for yellow hair. Wes pushed his way through the crowd grabbing the shoulder of the first person with long blonde hair. "Trin—" As he turned them around, he realized it was Heath rather than the daughter of Ares. "Eh... Sorry." He released the male and kept shoving his way through the horde, grabbing anyone with golden hair that he could find.

The crowd of demigods seemed to be thinning as Wes grew closer to the perimeter. Standing by the barricade, was Trinity. Just as he took a step toward her and parted his lips to say her name, someone else called out. "Trinity!"

Theo came out of the group of campers and ran over to her. He took her in his arms. Then... before Wes's eyes, he placed a deep and lingering kiss on Trinity. Wes froze where he stood, his heart sinking to a pit in his stomach. He wanted to storm over there, rip Theo off of her and deck him. But he didn't. He remained still, his expression falling and his purpose for seeking her out in the first place fading from thought.

The pair shared their embrace for what felt like an eternity before pulling apart just far enough to look into each other's eyes. "I love you." The words stung, sharper and more piercing than anything Wes had ever felt before. It was something he had been waiting so long to hear... yet the words were uttered to another man. His knees nearly buckled under the weight of a simple phrase. It took his breath away and for a mere moment he thought he might be dying.

Wes's ears rang with a piercingly sharp white noise. it dulled his senses. He didn't realize that Theo had left and Trinity approached him. Not until she took his arm and repeated his name. "Wesley?"

"Don't call me that," he snapped, pushing her hand away. "You don't get to call me that."

Trinity scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're name? I don't get to call you by your name now?"

"Yes! You were the only person who called me Wesley! And now... now it's just poison." Wes could feel the tears building in his eyes. Gods not now. Trinity could chew him up and spit him back out again. Yet, in front of her, even when she broke his heart... he was weak. "What was that?!" His voice got louder as he pointed in the direction that Theo disappeared.

"What?... Theo?" Trinity said like she was the one confused.

"Don't. Don't play coy with me. I'm not an idiot!" Wes was breathing heavily as anger and sadness coursed through him. He was restless, pacing back and forth as he ran his hands through his hair. "You kissed him. You—" his voice cracked as he tried to find the words. "You told him you love him?"

Trinity shrugged her shoulder like it was no big deal. "He wanted to say good bye before the fight... in case we don't make it. What is your problem?"

"After... After everything we've been through? That's it?" Wes stopped pacing, letting his hands fall to his sides in defeat. How could she be so passive... like this was nothing? Like it wouldn't effect him. "I loved you..." he nearly begged. His voice cracked unable to remain strong as a tear ran down his cheek.

"After everything we've been through?" She mused, cocking her head to the side and squinting her eyes. "Do you mean you hitting on me constantly when I wasn't interested?" Trinity took a step toward him before continuing. "Or maybe you mean when you kissed another girl at a party... And when I got upset and left, you practically yelled at me that you loved me." And another step. "Or perhaps it was the time you butted your big nose into my fight and got your armed ripped off, leaving me to take care of you taking me away from the battle where I was needed! Or the guilt laid on me because of your injury, or because I might have been able to save Daniel. But I was busy... Taking care of your pathetic ass!" She took one more step closer before shoving Wes backwards.

Taken by surprise, Wes stumbled backwards a step. His eyes were wide as every word dug deeper and deeper. "You've been a parasite that latched your eyes on me the second you got to camp. Everything in your world revolves around me and it's suffocating." The anger and frustration was boiling over, and he felt every single ounce of it. "In your twisted head, you think because you told me you loved me that you've laid claim to me!"

"I'm not yours! I never was!" Trinity all but screamed it at him. "I kept trying to push you away... But you couldn't take a fucking hint!

Wes had heard enough. The sting from her words was too much and one more might very well kill him. He retreated back toward the center of camp, demigods watching his walk of shame after hearing their, not so quiet, fight. And as he trudged away, her voice called out after him one last time. "Get off my battlefield. Before your incompetence gets someone killed!"

His eyes closed as his head fell, trying to hide the silent tears as they rolled down his cheeks. Wes came upon the med hut and stopped a few feet before the entrance. He spared a glance toward the dark woods, where the imminent threat closed in, shaking the ground beneath their feet. He could go into the hut, be obedient and out of the way like they wanted. The camp's albatross, always in the way. Useless.

Or...

He pivoted on his heels, turning towards the forest. Wes didn't bat an eye as he walked past demigods who whispered amongst themselves as they watched him. "What is he doing?" and "Where is he going?" Without hesitation, he hopped over the barricade and disappeared into the tree line, unarmed and unarmored. The sounds of the camp behind muffled and distorted. Only a few feet in, he was completely cloaked in darkness, unable to see his own hand before his face.

Then silence.

Time slowed as something whistled through the air and pierced his abdomen. It was sharp and stung, but somehow didn't ache as much as the hushed whispers and derogatory remarks that spiraled in his head. It took centuries for the blow to send him toppling over backwards. And as his back slammed into the ground, it was like a light flipped on. Wes laid on the ground in the dirt, staring up a blue sky painted with clouds as his hands tightly clutched his chest. He lied still and unmoving before he was finally able to gasp for air.

Wes quickly lifted his head, frantically running his hands across his stomach looking for a wound. His chest heaved deeply as he tried to catch his breathe, blinking back the tears and confusion. When he finally looked up a sense of dread overwhelmed him. He shifted onto all fours and began coughing, nearly getting sick in the middle of the arena for the whole camp to see.

It took Wes a moment to calm himself and move to his feet. He slowly shuffled his way back to the stands. But he didn't dare to look up and meet everyone's gaze, especially not Trinity's. Part of him wanted to sit back down beside her, to get her comfort and reassurance. But more of him was disgusted with himself. He didn't want to be a burden on anyone, like he always was, and opted to sit alone.

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To say the Daughter of Apollo felt comfortable with this situation was a lie. Despite the fact that she sat next to Daniel, who was seated next to Rae, in a calm and warmly smiling disposition meant very little. There was no doubt that emotions were running thick in the air - with worry, doubt, fear, bitterness. Her fingers played with the hem of her oversized polka dot sweater, but she tried her best not to appear anymore awkward and apprehensive as everyone else did. After all, she was supposed to be smiling.

Unlike others, she had no words to share with the gods. It wasn't her place, and she didn't enjoy being the center of attention. At least, she wasn't going to let people know that she might enjoy it a little. Her dark eyes drifted to Sylas, head tilted slightly to the right - then flit toward Liam. Her gaze was owlish - curious and large, but they withheld judgment. She had no idea what was going on. Aside from the fact that she knew Sylas had been hurt just the other day, who was she to start imagining scenarios in her head? There was no way to know who was at fault, or if any of them were. Honestly, she just wanted to stay out of it.

Her teeth chewed at her lip as everyone began to embark on their own personal hell, and she wondered exactly what she would go through. Cherise could hardly be as attentive to everyone else as she should have been because she was scared of what was in store for herself. What secrets would come out? She had many shadows to cast, being as bright as she is. Didn't she?

Demigods were facing scenarios like death in scenes that had far too much gore than she wanted to see. They faced loss of all kinds - mental, emotional, personal... a loss of a sense of self. Secrets and desires were laid bare, and people's true faces were shown to everyone that they wished to hide from.

Daniel's would have been confusing had he not finally confessed to her just the other afternoon. Cherise wondered how it must feel to watch one's own self be so easily erased from the memories of their loved ones. A pang of sadness hit her when she realized that people could be erased in this world as easily as one breathes. The gods wouldn't really do that. Would they? She looked up at them quietly as Daniel came back to his seat.

As a comfort, she reached over to him and gently took his hand to hold in his lap without any words.

Then it was Rae's turn, and she watched the Moon-child proudly march herself toward the arena. That woman never did anything without expressing herself to the fullest. Part of Cherise worried deeply for the outcome of the Demigod's threatening words, but... certainly, Rae wouldn't allow herself to become so warped. She never did anything like that despite her brazen personality.

Cherise saw... hesitation in Rae's trial. She understood in a way. Rae always came first in everything. That was just how she chose to survive this world. To see and hear her best friend stepping out of the illusion without realizing that it was over for a long minute or two was painful. Cherise cringed and wished that it would be over. Rae decided not to sit by anyone, and Cherise chose to leave her be because she knew that the woman's dignity and pride were deeply bruised.

How could she be a part of two people's insecurities? The thought made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She didn't like the idea of being any kind of burden. She looked down at her feet, and before she knew it... it was her turn.

Cherise stood up and quietly marched down toward the arena. The woman trembled noticeably, even nearly tripping over nothing at all. She exchanged a brief glance with her father, and he silently gestured encouragement. Of all the gods, he was - at the very least - one of the nicer ones.

When Cherise stepped through the archway, a bare foot landed in something... wet and warm. It smelled like fire, but it also smelled like rain. It felt like she had been in flight or fight mode - in the middle of a battle that had the Sunchild split into two. There was a sense in this scene that this particular unrest had been a long time in the making - a seed watered over time with envy, jealousy, bitterness, etc - so that it could blossom into this violent bloom of war. It was clear that she didn't know her place in this mess that was Camp Athens.

As she walked, people were fighting. Powers could be seen as far and wide as ever - crashing with one another. People ran around her, but no one came after her. They didn't have any faces. They were just bodies with familiar powers and something like... feelings. She knew who they were, and she knew that they were friends. Cherise considered everyone at Camp Athens to be a friend until they showed themselves as the enemy.

People were dying here. She didn't know who to run to or who to leave behind. Who were the enemies? Who were friends? Where were the archaic beasts or the monsters of myth?

You need to choose a side, Cherise, voices whispered to her like a choir in tandem. She knocked an arrow and raised her bow, encircled by these faceless entities.

These entities began to throw their powers at each other - all of them missing her by fractions of a centimeter. Bodies were dropping, she spun around trying to figure out who was the threat and who was not. The feelings that attached themselves to these beings spanned the spectrum from amorous and platonic to confusion and dislike. She loosed an arrow and it plunged into one chest, then she notched another one to do it again.

She thought she had gotten rid of all the negative emotions, so she dropped to her knees and scrambled to save the ones that were attached to love and friendship. When all was done, she stood up and looked around. Faces revealed themselves for only a split second before vanishing, and her eyes widened. These faces were seen by her eyes only, leaving the Demigods to wonder who was who as they looked upon her illusion.

No one was who she thought they were.

A knife plunged into her from behind, and she fell onto the blood-soaked ground. At that moment, just when her final breath was about to leave, the illusion shattered and she was back in the arena. Cherise stayed on the floor, believing that she was dying when she was actually just laying there face down, breathing just fine. Crying quietly. She wondered how she could make such horrible mistakes.

It took her a few seconds to realize that she was on the arena floor. Cherise stood, wiped away her tears, and moved back to her seat. Nothing made any sense as it stood right now. She looked toward Daniel and wondered if he caught his face among those with the arrow in the chest, and she placed her hands in her lap.

She looked up at her father and wondered if maybe this was him trying to tell her that there was a deep wound in this Camp. She thought now that it might not do to be Switzerland in this place. Since she had been here, she hadn't paid close attention to what was happening. Instead, she allowed herself to be swept up in something that easily blinded even the most observant person. Cherise had to train, learn, and find her place. If there was a wound somewhere in this place, maybe she could help it heal before it split the Camp into two.

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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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Andy sat next to her and Trinity mirrored her poor smile. Beyond that, the two didn't converse and paid attention to the illusions.

Wes and herself were undoubtedly due up at some point, but hearing his name struck a panic chord in her. She wasn't sure who squeezed who but she felt anxious and restless that he had to go through the archway that converted most peers to silence and sadness. These trials were breaking people. "I'll be right back. Ok?" Trinity did the stupid thing of letting his hand go.

In his world, Alex was a bitch, which wouldn't have been all that surprising, except even Trinity knew Wesley was in her good books and she didn't speak to him that way. Wes and Alex adored each other. She hated seeing him regarded so poorly. But whatever she wanted to do to the illusion of Alex..she wanted to do to the vision of herself worse. Trinity watched and listen to herself tear Wes apart, her face contorting between confusion and pain. It nearly drove her insane to watch. Watching his heart break, broke her own. But the final straw was when he abandoned himself to the enemies in the woods. Trinity jumped to her feet, but a sharp look from her father demanding not to cause a commotion too made her pause and jaw twitch. She sunk back down watching Wes embrace his doom with no care for himself.

She frowned when he came to, begging for him to look at her but he never did. God, this was such bullshit. In typical Trinity fashion, her sadness and stress turned to frustration. She was frustrated at the gods, frustrated at Wes...Why couldn't he just keep fighting? Why did they all have to go through this crap? Extort Sylas' and Liam's fears for them all to see. Punish them! Or better yet let Liam get it out of his system and do some pest extermination. If Alex got a free pass why couldn't he?

The reel of nightmares rolled on, Trinity watching with her arms crossed, unenthused and aching to punch something. And then finally, the one that deserved it was called upon like music to her ears. Boy did she make sure to perk up and tune in to his little slice of paradise. A mountain of familiar bodies laid as corpses causing her to arch a brow while Sylas contained the bloodied sword. Liam, Wes, her. Again, it was an odd sensation to see yourself in another's head, whether as a bitch or lifeless. But did they need more proof to evict him from camp? He just "hypothetically" killed them all to appease the goddess on top of them all. But boy did it get better when Sloane came along and stabbed him. Suffer. And the thought looped on repeat.

Of course, Trinity considered moving next to Wes. But another part of her didn't want to move because neither of them needed her lecture right now or eyes on them. Maybe he wanted to be alone anyway. Meanwhile, she needed to be alone when she was feeling so destructive and hateful. She'd be called upon sooner or later anyway.

"It won't be long now..." she heard Andy speak her mind.





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Welsey, Cherise, Nelly. Evelyn watched them all but not with the same intrigue as before. She couldn't quite analyze, decipher and invest in others illusions when her own plagued her mind. She shot a wry glance to Nemesis now and then but her mother was trained and intent on the trials that exposed themselves. Subconsciously, she cupped her wrist where Reece had his vice grip on her.

"Sylas Astor. Step forward." Evelyn's eyes lifted from her wrist to the son of Eris. His test was one that would hold her utmost attention, since he was not only an enigma but part of the cause they were all here. Somehow she was expecting a last trick pulled from his sleeve, something to somehow distort his true demons.

But he couldn't escape it either and the illusion played crystal clear for them all to see. Sylas was blood soaked and exerted with a pile of bodies before him. Her gut churned as her eyes worked from bottom to the top to reveal significant features of the demigods and her own corpse among them, and a woman – a Goddess, standing on top of her body. To treat them as disposable insects made sense for the Goddess, but Sylas showed no flicker of emotion. Thanks to his illusion, he now demonstrated where they stood for him. They were just objects in his playground until he wanted something else. She wasn't excluded from that category, and she wouldn't let herself forget it, staring at her own lifeless body.

She winced as the one assumed to be Eris shoved her body further from the pile. Meanwhile, Eris and him discussed his failed duty to wipe everyone from camp. Then Sloane appeared and finished the job, plunging the blade through his chest. Evelyn's breath hitched in her throat. There it was. The illusion of Eris verified his insecurities. "My dear boy. It was never going to be you."

Evelyn watched him experience his life fade away all too intently. Did he have regrets? Life flashing before his eyes or was all his energy consumed on trying to grasp onto life with a family that he simply wouldn't be good enough for?

The illusion faded and like many that experienced death, Sylas was left gasping for air and clawing at reality again. Evelyn cupped her throat finding herself daring for him to look at her, even if she did find it unsettling. But he did his best to avoid everyone's eyes and return to the stands.

What was it she was feeling? Beyond the horror and shock there was...disappointment. Sylas had said he was bad and, she knew manipulative, but then there was monstrous and completely inhuman. A league of his own. Still he reacted in no way. She averted her cold judgemental gaze, not realizing how tense her whole being was until Sylas was completely seated again. Evelyn hugged herself. Then before even she could help it, she was on her feet and moved to Sloane's row.

There was no interrogation, nor silent questions or pleas for answers, fake smiles or greetings. Evelyn's only intention was a united front sitting with her. Evelyn considered some dialogue rather than sit with her in silence, but the only thing she could think to ask was how she was coping. And that answer seemed to be the same all across the board. So silent support it was. Something Evelyn didn't feel the need to justify unless asked.

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Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Penelope Givens
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"Hey, you okay?" Ethan found himself asking Nelly right after she returned to her seat.

"Oh I am just peachy! What do you think Ethan?" Nelly asked sarcastically, taking Ethan aback a bit.

Raising his hands up, he said,"Whoa, sorry, Nelly. I was just concerned."

"Well, try to put yourself in my place before asking. I appreciate the concern though."

Ethan nodded as Sylas was called up next. Now this one had his full attention as well as Heath's. Seeing most of the campers dead was brutal, but what got Heath's attention was the figure of Eris appear. Nelly had to shake her head at the site.

"Hey, I thought Sylas said he was the son of Nemesis? Did he lie to me?

"You sound surprise. This helps answers a few questions for sure," Heath commented as mother and son communicated.

Being a son of Eris was different from being a son of Nemesis. Sylas always seem to come off as very outgoing, but something had been off. And Liam might be a big physical threat, but Heath would hope he would still need a good reason to go after someone, but who knows. What was interesting about Sylas's trial, at least from Heath's point-of-view, was they did have one thing in common, both didn't want to be a disappointment to their mothers, only Sylas went to extremes. Looked like the man was also jealous of Sloane. Heath could see that happening. Eris being the goddess of Discord, Heath wondered if she didn't mind that her offspring had a chaotic relationship between them. The real question was would Sylas be willing to go that far to please Eris. Doubtful, for their be hell to pay if he truly tried something so heinous. Eris would no doubt be in some trouble too if she ordered such a thing.

Nelly couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy towards Sylas. Not having any siblings she knew of, well she didn't have any she grew up with, she didn't know what she would have done in Sylas's position. She never felt any jealousy at all. Seeing Sylas's state after his trial was over made her wonder what his next move would be. She would certainly be more wary of whatever he said or do now though.

Iliana felt nothing for Sylas, if she was being honest with herself. She couldn't stand those who lied or manipulated others. Of course with her own current emotional state, she was in no place to judge either. She knew she was capable of terrible acts. Still, to her knowledge, she never did anything intentionally try cause harm, she hoped.

Up next was Poseidon's daughter herself. Now for Heath, Liv was a complete enigma since he never interacted with her yet. He only recalled her during Alex's trial. He wondered how the Valises and Duke were doing at the moment. No doubt others who didn't know the trio left would have noticed their absence by now. Deciding not to think about it, Heath focused on Liv's trial.

The trial was another unique one, at least in Nelly's opinion. She had briefly interacted with Liv the other day, but not enough to get an opinion on her. She didn't know what to think of the trial. The idea that Poseidon had so many offspring over the years didn't surprise her though. She wouldn't be surprise if her own father had more. Hermes opening told her once that he had been with a lot of women, but did have his standards though. Still, the ever curious Nelly did read up on the myths of her father's exploits. She didn't a few of them, but never bothered asking since she didn't know if she could handle them. She'd like to think that a few of them were just glorified lies. Of course she had to remind herself that Hermes was considered the god of Liars also.

Iliana had the courage to look at Liv's trial. She recalled how the girl had warned her the other day. Who was this girl? Did she fear her own pride? Iliana couldn't get a good reading on her, but it was obvious the trial still affected the demigoddess. Poseidon sounded like an overbearing father, at least from Liv's perspective. Still he had a point in that trial. Iliana never thought for once she was better then anyone else. If anything she wished she didn't have the abilities she had for they seemed to do more harm then good.

Soon the trial ended and Poseidon said the next name.

"Ethan Knox, it's your turn."

Iliana and Heath looked at their friend instantly. Ethan had been secretly dreading this moment. After seeing so many trials, he had an idea of what he could be and was not looking forward to it. Looking at his two friends, he gives them an awkward smile.

"Well, let's see how I do."

Standing up, the redhead went down to the trial grounds and rubbing his hands together, he entered the portal.

A sense of dread crept up Ethan's spine as he ran. It felt like he'd been running for hours and his energy was almost spent. Oh sure, he jogged everyday, but he was no expert runner. Still he had to get away. Someone had found out he wasn't human and now he was running for his life. He tried reaching out to his mother for help, but couldn't. Surely she'd be here soon. After all, Demeter had saved Iliana at some point. For now though only he could rely on was himself. He couldn't involve Heath or Iliana. Lia had especially suffered enough. It was dark outside, Ethan might as well been running blind. He could hear shouting again. They were coming. Feeling panic set in, Ethan continued to run, even though he lungs were burning for air. He had no means of quickly getting away either. The voices seemed to get getting closer now. The fear in his heart made it feel like it was about to stop.

Staggering, Ethan could run no more. With no choice left, he turned to face his fate. Soon a group of people surrounded him with torches and other weapons. They had no faces for they were all in masks.

"I am not a monster. I have humanity in me also."

"You are a freak! A betrayer to humanity. People like you shouldn't even exist."[/color]

This whole time, Ethan kept trying to use his serenity inducement, but it failed him.

"My father loved my mother. I have every right to exist just as much as any of you."

"Aw yes your father, don't worry we already took care of that b---ard."

"WHAT?! No . . that can't be true! He would never harm a fly!"

Ethan could feel his anger rising. Someone had tried hurting his father once and paid for it.

"Need proof huh? Check this out!"[/color]

Suddenly the head of Cedric Knox was brought in. Something snapped in Ethan as he hollered in agony and he instantly physically attacked those that did this to his father. However the mob was too big and soon they attacked him. Ethan didn't have any way of fighting back and found himself on the ground as the mobbed attacked him with their feet and clubs. By the time they were done, he was bleeding and bruised from head to toe. He still still retained consciousness though and heard one of them speak again.

"Don't worry, freak. You and your father will always be together."

Everything went black after that. Soon he woke up, but something was wrong. Ethan was lying on his back and seemed to be in an enclosed space. He saw the head of his father right next to him. Something wasn't right. He tried moving but realized he couldn't move much. He manage to move his hands to the top of him and felt wood. Everywhere he felt there was wood. Panic start to sink in. He was trapped inside one of those old wooden coffins. He started screaming for help. Was he . . . buried alive?! His breath quickening, he tried drawing upon his architectural manipulation ability, but couldn't because of his mental state. He kept hollering and crying over and over, until he couldn't anymore. After that, a deathly silence.


Much like others, Ethan found himself on his back when he opened his eyes to see the ceiling of the arena. His voice was sore from screaming so much. The images from his head wouldn't leave. He had to take a few minutes for his emotions to start calming down. He did something he hadn't done on himself in awhile, used his own serenity inducement on himself. His mother had taught him that after that one time he snapped. Finally, after what felt like forever, Ethan managed to get himself up and he quietly returned to his seat. Iliana moved to sit between him and Heath and placed her head on Ethan's shoulder. Ethan pulled her tightly in. He was calm, but his mind was still not at peace.

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Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Ethan Knox Character Portrait: Heath Taylor Character Portrait: Iliana Remington-Taylor Character Portrait: Liv Pfeiffer Character Portrait: Cherise Boyse Character Portrait: Liam O'Connor Character Portrait: Penelope Givens Character Portrait: Rae Meadows
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T H E OXS M I T H
son of artemis
Location: Arena
Mood: Confused
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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?"