Betrayed But Never Forgotten

Introductions (part 2)

Pipers pov

 Just in case you don't know the fake names here they are:
Percy: Torture
Annabeth: Alpha
Claire: Omega
Piper: Charm
Luke: Stealth
Zoe: Arrow
Biannca: Star
Seelina: Beauty
Charles: Ignite
     

I was grateful Chaos appeared when he did; otherwise, Percy might have exploded with rage. I turned around, smiling beneath my hood as I witnessed the gods and cabin leaders stunned into silence.

"Ch-Chaos, wh-what brings y-you h-here?" Zeus stammered. I had to resist the urge to laugh at the king of gods reduced to stuttering, but I maintained my composure to keep up appearances.

"I came to ensure my warriors were being received with proper respect," Chaos said, his voice resonating with authority. "It seems that is not the case. I suggest you all reconsider your attitudes and show them the deference they deserve, or we will need to have a more... serious conversation." With that, he stepped through a swirling portal and vanished.

Claire stepped forward confidently. "My name is Omega."

"Why aren't you using your real names?" Athena inquired, her gray eyes calculating.

"One more word from anyone here, and I will personally escort you to the depths of Tartarus," Percy growled, his voice unnervingly cold as the shadows in the room began to gravitate toward him. Many had believed Percy could never embrace darkness, that he could never become a second Nico – but here we were.

"As I was saying," Claire continued, "I am the daughter of Chaos and first in command of the Chaos warriors. My power equals that of the Big Three combined, and I could eliminate them if I so desired." She stepped back into line, and Annabeth moved forward.

"I am Alpha, second in command of the Chaos warriors, Queen of hand-to-hand combat, and the most intelligent being in the universe. My power rivals that of the Big Three gods." Annabeth's voice carried an edge of authority as she returned to her position.

I strode forward next, deliberately flicking my cape back to reveal my impressive arsenal of weapons. "I am Charm, Queen of Beauty, third in command of the Chaos warriors, and equally as powerful as the Big Three gods. You will respect me." I infused my words with charmspeak, watching as everyone in the room nodded in agreement – everyone except Aphrodite, who muttered, "Charmspeak user," under her breath.

I returned to my place as each warrior stepped forward to introduce themselves, establishing our presence and power to the Olympians.

When Silena finished and stepped back, Jason stood up from his place at Zeus's throne. "How can we trust you if you won't reveal your identities?"

I silently slipped my hand to my belt, gripping my dagger behind my back – just in case.

"That's for us to know, and for you to shut up," Percy replied coldly.

Jason rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Or is it because you're a coward?"

Before anyone could blink, Percy and Luke had their weapons at Jason's throat – Percy's sword, Nightmare, pressed against his neck, while Luke's dagger, Hydroi, hovered at his temple.

"What did you say?" Percy growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"N-nothing," Jason stammered, eyes wide with fear.

"No, what was it you said?" Percy pressed the blade harder against Jason's skin.

"Nothing," Jason mumbled, his eyes crossing as he tried to look at the blade at his throat.

"You know, where we come from, liars are punished by death. Isn't that right, Stealth?" Percy's voice was eerily calm.

Luke let out a chilling laugh that sent shivers down my spine. As much as I hated to admit it, Percy had become terrifyingly intimidating – reminiscent of Tartarus itself (and I would know, having been there a few years back).

"It's unfortunate we need you for this war, or we could hang you right now," Percy said, slowly withdrawing his sword from Jason's neck. As he stepped back, he leaned in and whispered, just loud enough for us to hear, "The next time you lie to me, I will show you your deepest fears."

Percy straightened up and addressed the throne room. "We will be staying at Camp Half-Blood. No one is permitted to enter our cabin without express permission. We begin training the demigods in two days." Without waiting for a response, he created a swirling portal to Camp Half-Blood – or as I was beginning to think of it, Camp Half Hell.

This was going to be... interesting, to say the least.