A New Order of Chaos

Rebellion, Part 2

Lambda knew that sitting besides the Oracle's bed wouldn't fix things.

But he wanted to be, anyway.

After a few hours, he started to grow resentful at the situation, at the hurricane that was going on inside his mind. Nothing had sense, yet a the same time, all the missing pieces fit in a perfectly twisted puzzle than not even him could had made better. He thought long and hard of what could be the reason behind it, but nothing (or, at least, not reasonable one) came to mind.

He felt guilty. Guilty for not mistrust someone who in appearance was perfect and had saved him from a future that he couldn't even imagine. His comrades and fellow Guards sensed that something was wrong, he knew it. But, he also knew that they would had never explained it to him, because of his attachment to... him.

That wasn't the only reason why he felt guilty. He promised something and he wasn't able to fulfill that promise. He also promised himself that he wouldn't let himself feel... of course, that went down the drain and into the shredder the first second he saw her again.

He doubted that she remembered him, but she had proved him wrong. She was the most artistic person in both camps and, like every good artist, knows that behind every action, every gesture, there is a much deeper story ready to be told. She might not like you at first, but that doesn't mean that she'll hate you forever, unless you do something to her or her friends.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of those thought. He needed to wear his mask again, something he didn't particularly enjoy. Looking around and seeing that the kids of Apollo were handling themselves around the other injured, Lambda got up from his seat and slipped once into his true self before hiding for the rest of his time: he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

With no other words, he left the improvised Infirmary to headed to the improvised dungeons of the guest house. Actually and previously known as the basement, the place was now soundproof, which meant that no one would hear a carnage is this happened inside. The previously 'kidnapped' harpy was there, pacing around like caged animal. Which, in some ironic and twisted way, she was.

"I heard the battle..." she muttered, when she saw him in. Lambda was still, at the top of the stairs, closing the door "Not wanting that your fellow friends hear you killing the informant? Tut tut..." she mocked him, but Lambda continued to stay calm. Years of hiding his real emotions had been good practice.

"I won't kill you, that's not why I'm here for..." he admitted, reaching the bottom of the stairs, face still hidden under his hood. This took the harpy by surprise "Now, if killing you is the result of what I'm looking for... I won't feel guilty"

"Well, that's too bad for you... Cause I have nothing to say and you won't be able to get anything from me!" she defied him. Lambda was quiet for a second, before surprising the harpy with a mean right hook to her stomach.

"We'll see about that..." he whispered at her, menacingly. The harpy dropped to the floor and started to cough a little goldish blood out of her, surprised "Yeah, I'm no common demigod or Legacy you ever encounter..."

"I have nothing to say!" she screeched at him, before another blow came into her direction.

"I asked no questions yet!!" Lambda reminded her, his voice tone getting a bit higher. With the harpy down, Lambda had to pick her up and dropped her as a potato sack on a chair "Now, tell me what are the plans of Erebus and Nyx?"

"I won't known!" she spluttered out, gasping for breath. Lambda sighed and smacked her face.

"What are Ouranous plans for Nyx? Has been Tartarus involved?"

"I won't known!!" Another smack to the face.

"Are Ouranos and Chaos working together?! Is he working with the gods?!"

"Monsters! Monsters and titans!" Finally, some answers! Lambda didn't like what he was hearing. Dealing with monsters and gods was one things, but monsters and titans was another one completely different. Rho already warned them about Lamia and her fixation on him and his siblings, which is why he was the most hardworking of all in his free time.

"Which. Titans?" The harpy realized that Lambda was losing his patience, but she couldn't provide and answer "I. Asked. Which. Titans?!" he continued his question with a blow to her stomach again, making her spit blood in a more alarming way "Who were the bastards that allied themselves with?!?"

"I won't known!! We know nothing!!" she replied, but was as if she was pleading, making Lambda disgust. Sneering, he was about to hit again, when he was stopped by several arms around his body. Confused, he looked around to see Beta and Kappa holding him back, while the rest of the guards plus some guests were watching. Some were horrified, while others kept their composture.

"Lambda, calm down!!" Beta ordered him, hoping he would stop struggling. He watched as Gamma walked towards the harpy and checked if her health before calling for Theta. Was it then when he noticed that everyone but him was wearing their hoods down "Beating her down won't get you anything..."

"The enemy wasn't soft, Beta" he argued to his General, before stopping struggling "Next time, I won't be either"

"What caused you to come down here?" Alpha wondered, crossing her arms around her chest.

"We were betray... Who else knows who is being a traitor??" With that statement, all eyes were discreetly to Rho, Nu, Theta and Omicron, the last one rubbing his neck "I trust the campers, but not those who are immortal..."

"Wait, you don't trust us?" Delta pointed out. Lambda noticed his mistake and shook his head.

"Those who pawn us..." he turned to Omicron and stared at him "You were right the first time... And, this time, we have the ways to do it..."