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Three weeks had now passed by since the raid on Camp Half-Blood. Kronos's armies were now far more powerful and strong than they had been. Killer Frost and Luke had been rewarded with even more soldiers working for them than they had before. They now had fourteen thousand soldiers, both demigod and monster, roaming their fortified base. The two felt more powerful than ever. They currently sat at a sophisticated drinking session with another one of Kronos' finest, a Titan, even. Hyperion, who was probably the brightest and most charismatic person either of them had ever met. He was appearing in the human form of a young man, golden brown hair and green eyes, simply doting over the two of them as if they were his children. "I've been surveying you, you know. You two are just so deliciously sadistic and in love. I mean, honestly, that raid! Perfectly executed. I'm just enthralled having two of our best soldiers working together so closely. You make such a fantastic and intriguing power couple." "Thank you," Luke smiled, laying on his Hermes charm. "You know, I wish that I had a wife to enjoy my company and to love," he sighed. "What about Theia?" Killer Frost asked. Hyperion chuckled. "Always willing to ask any question, I see. Theia left me about five years ago. Something about how I'm being so 'explosive and unpredictable' lately." "Ah, I see. I can almost feel your pain, me being a mere witch and you a Titan," she nodded sympathetically.
Luke decided that it sounded strange to hear Killer Frost being called a witch. He of course had never thought of her in that way, for his definition of a witch. "Oh, don't belittle yourself in the name of the presence of myself, dear. Love to you is love to me, heartbreak to you is heartbreak to me. It's all the same," he sighed regretfully. Killer Frost nodded in agreement. "Fair enough." "Say, Frosty.... tell me about your first love," Hyperion grinned mischievously. "Or, should I say, your first heartbreak?" "Frost...." Luke said. "You don't have to." Killer Frost only remained stone cold on the outside. "I'm not afraid," she said coolly. "His name was Tom. Or at least, that's how I knew him." "Oh," Hyperion chuckled. "I see. No story needed, I know this one very well," he promised, still amused.
She nodded, as Luke Castellan did his very best to seem unbothered. He was doing very well, since he wasn't bothered too much. Everyone had a first love. He did as well. Almost everyone dated more than once in their lifetime, and Killer Frost was, well, who knows how old? Although, seeing her in Diana Black's body definitely didn't how it. Luke eventually got over Hyperion's question, but not his response to Killer Frost's answer. He made it seem as if that story was a famous one or something. Was it? She is a legendary witch, after all. There was even a brief unit of Killer Frost in the History Of Magic class at Hogwarts, she'd told him. Luke made his way through that drink, absent minded. The one thought seemed to prevent him from wanting to think altogether. Luke began to despise Hyperion as the afternoon continued on.
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"My lady! My lord!" A lower level demigod working for Kronos called as he raced toward Killer Frost and Luke. "Yes?" Killer Frost called as Luke stood a few feet away, making nice with Hyperion, who to his dismay, would be staying to fight once the Camp and wizards arrived. He hated him, but had no choice. He was now breathless. "Sources at Camp Half-Blood have reported that an attack is to take place soon. Tonight." Luke scowled. "They were just off the grid three days ago!" The assistant panicked. "There was a possibility of being discovered, sir." Killer Frost ignored Luke's outburst and stepped forward tensely. "You know what to do. Engage our defenses, ready the soldiers, prepare the weapons. I want guards at every corner of the building, outside as well, I want at least ten armed choppers circling the perimeter in a five mile radius. Speaking of choppas, I want shooters at ever corner of the roof. Now let's go," she ordered as the assistant ran. "This is war." "We need to gear up," Luke announced, running to the nearby as Killer Frost and Hyperion followed.
