Delusions

1 | DREW

Drew's eyes shot open. She already knew something was off. Different. She sat up and her suspicions were immediately confirmed. The Aphrodite cabin was miraculously free of all beds and bunks besides her own. Well, except for the fact that her uncomfortable bunk had been replaced with a lush, extravagant white, pink, and gold four poster bed. The Aphrodite cabin seemed to be decorated more for a single person than an entire cabin full of people. The best part was it was exactly how Drew would decorate it if she was in charge of the process.

Despite the cabin being her dream, that didn't stop her from being utterly confused. "What the-" She froze when she heard a knocking on her door. Drew cleared her throat, perplexed. "Ah, come in?"

The door burst open to reveal Piper McLean. That would usually be completely normal. Annoying, but normal. This was the Aphrodite cabin after all. The part that surprised Drew was Piper's outfit. She knew Piper had no sense of fashion and always called her by the name of 'Dumpster Queen,' but she never expected to see her in actual trash.

She wore filthy rags that clung to her body, practically falling apart. Her hair was even more of a rat's nest and her skin was caked in mud. Her eyes seemed empty and broken, not daring to make eye contact with Drew. Piper immediately fell to her knees, bowing before a shocked Drew.

"Piper?" Drew frowned, too astonished to even use a crude nickname. She always pictured something like this, Piper bowing before her, but she never imagined it would actually happen. Piper's charmspeak has always been more powerful than hers, as much as she hated to admit it. Plus, Piper was too much of a stubborn bitch. She hated Drew as much as Drew hated her.

And now all of this actually was happening. The Aphrodite cabin cleared for no one but her. Piper bowing before her. It was luxurious. She had to relish this because she admittedly had no clue how long this dream would last.

"Dumpster Queen," Drew said, much more confidently, a smirk spreading across her face. She received no reply. "Ah, speak."

"Breakfast is ready, Mistress. Everyone is delighted to experience your presence," Piper said, not moving from her position.

"As they should be," Drew titled her head. As much as she loved this, it still didn't mean she wasn't confused. "Is there anything else you could, um, tell me? About... everyone?"

Piper frowned. "I suppose so, Mistress. Whatever you request. The Demeter-Ceres and Dionysus-Bacchus slaves have cooked you a grand meal for breakfast, nothing but the grandest and most expensive of food. The Hephaestus-Vulcan slaves have prepared your throne and your entire desired setup to make you more than comfortable. Gold and pink of course. The Ares-Mars slaves are standing guard as always. Some are waiting for you outside, matter of fact.

"The Apollo slaves have prepared your entertainment revolving your usual demigods you like to have fun with. The Hermes-Mercury, Athena-Minerva, Aphrodite-Venus, Artemis-Diana, and Hades-Pluto slaves are all waiting your further almighty instructions. The Olympians are chained and ready for their humiliation and your further entertainment. And of course, as always, Perseus and Jason are ready for you," Piper explained.

Drew blinked, processing all this information. "Did you just say the Olympians are chained? For my entertainment?"

"Of course, Mistress."

"And Percy and Jason... how are they ready for me?"

"It's a surprise every day, Mistress," Piper said softly. "I suggest you get dressed for the day, Mistress. Thank you ever so much for letting me grace myself with your glorious presence."

Drew just rolled her eyes. "Begone, Dumpster Queen."

"Of course, Mistress," Piper stood up and bowed once more before scurrying out of the room.

Fascinating.

Drew climbed out of her bed, heading over to a door. She opened it up to reveal a full walk in closet, practically the same size as the cabin, stacked with all sorts of different kinds of clothing, jewelry, shoes, and accessories. Smirking to herself, Drew began to raid the closet. In the end she ended up picking a skintight golden dress that was far too short on both sides of it, golden heels, and a dainty, golden, laurel crown that she rested atop her curls.

She fixed her lips into a pout before strutting out of the cabin. Sure, she was still confused, but this was all amazing and she'd happily go along with it. She'd figure it out eventually, right?

Walking outside she saw four Ares-Mars campers. She recognized them as Clarisse LaRue, Frank Zhang, Sherman Yang, and some rando. They were clad in rose gold armor standing stiff, blank expressions on their faces. They all stood around a golden Palanquin Chair, each at a different corner. Her eyes stared lustfully at the chair which she practically leaped onto, pink cushions comforting her.

"Good morning, Mistress," The four demigods said before lifting the chair up and carrying Drew away, each step in total unison, their strength not wavering.

They finally made it to the pavilion which had now been decorated in pink. Drew jumped off the Palanquin, a giggle escaping her lips. She made her way into the pavilion, swaying her hips, but immediately froze in her tracks, shocked at the sight before her.

Each demigod from both camps (excluding a few, of course) lined the walls of the pavilion (which had been greatly enlarged), chained to the ground and bowing their heads down. They were just as filthy as Piper had been. Even more surprising, none other than the very twelve Olympians (including Hades and Hestia) were all chained to the ground in front of them, dried golden ichor and dirt caked on their skin, their heads drooped in defeat. Drew couldn't believe it.

She walked down the large isle on a hot pink red carpet of sorts while the demigods and gods chanted, "All hail Mistress Drew," over and over again, monotonously.

Two very familiar boys stood on either side of a gold throne at the end of the hot pink isle. Perseus Jackson and Jason Grace, to be precise. Percy was shirtless, his hair disheveled as usual, a smirk on his face as he leaned against the throne. Jason stood on the other side, looking incredibly charming in a navy Italian suit, his hair neatly groomed, a catching smile on his face.

Drew couldn't help but grin as she approached the two boys. To her surprise, Percy immediately leaned forward and pressed his lips against her one, heatedly kissing her. Minutes later they finally pulled away, out of breath, Percy still smirking and Drew giggling.

Her giddiness lasted as Jason twirled her around and proceeded to kiss her as well.

Drew had no clue what the Hades was happening, but she wasn't complaining. This was amazing.