Master of Death

Act 2 - Chapter 9

Harry and Draco watched from a distance as the final battle broke out, several of his most trusted reapers crouching behind them. They all wore cloaks to protect their identity, should they be found, though that was unlikely since Harry had made them invisible to the living like reapers were usually. Harry had gotten a clear vision that informed him that he was not to intervene.

So, instead they watched the demigods. They were low on medic reapers and a few of the other positions and needed to recruit some more. A demigod battle was the perfect place to find good reapers, since demigods tended to make up their best reapers.

Harry had been upset when Thalia had been brought back to life. She had been one of his most trusted reapers at the time, despite the little experience she had. She had quickly worked her way up the ranks and had reached the Elite Team in only eight years. It usually took at least a hundred to even be considered. Death had even given her the position to watch over Percy occasionally when he went on quests.

As he was watching the battle, he saw one of the demigods he had been keeping his eye on knocked down by a monster while carrying an injured demigoddess. He sighed sadly as the monster brought its axe down, killing the demigod immediately. One of his reapers collected his soul and Harry gestured for her to bring the demigod to him.

The demigod looked at him fearfully. "Are you Thanatos?"

Harry chuckled. "I assure you, Death is not cruel as you might have heard. But no, my name is Hadrian. I am the Master of Death."

The demigod calmed down slightly, recognizing the name from the man who helped in the Titan War. "I'm Will."

Harry smiled in slight amusement. "I know," he said. He turned to Draco. "Dragon, would you go check the medical tent?"

Draco nodded, kissed Harry softly, and walked off towards the tent that was pitched behind the border of Camp Half-Blood. It would be a safe zone unless the monsters managed to win the battle. Just to be safe, there were four armed demigods guarding it.

Will watched Draco walk away before turning back to Harry and frowning when he realized the immortal had turned his attention back to the battle. "Ummm... Why am I here and not in the Underworld?"

Harry didn't turn away from the battle as he answered. He was watching his son closely and frowned when he noticed his fatigue even as he fought expertly with Θεριστής. "I have an offer for you. We can speak further at the end of the battle."

Will sighed and sat down, also watching the battle. He didn't speak, only watching sadly as he saw several of his siblings get shot down.

Harry sent Lucy out to fetch one of the hunters that had fallen. She returned with the young-looking girl that Harry knew was closer to a thousand than the nine she appeared as. She scowled at Harry and Will, eyeing the males of the group warily. It was clear that she had a fear of men rather than a hatred of them, though she hid it behind angry glares and insults.

"Sit," Harry said softly. "No one here will harm you."

Hesitantly, she sat beside one of the female reapers. She was silent as she studied the males, trying to determine if they were going to try anything, but they barely even glanced at her.

"Gerald, bring me that Mitchell kid," Harry said as he checked his iPad. The Son of Aphrodite was set to die in five minutes and Harry had been watching him with more interest than some of the more skilled fighters.

Gerald tilted his head but nodded and went to find him.

"What do you want with Mitchell?" Will asked.

Harry just smiled mysteriously. Their Diplomatic Division was lacking and Harry had a feeling that Mitchell, while not the best fighter, would be a good diplomat with some training.