S H A T T E R E D [WILL BE DELETED]

Chapter VI

Author POV

Chemme sighed heavily. She unconsciously ruffled her hair, as she leaned into the blank white wall. She hates this. She hates this place. She hates this planet. She hates everything. She even hates the wall.

Chemme punched the wall with her bare hand in frustration. As she lift her hand, the once smooth wall had a big cracked that not-so-surprisingly spreading.

Forget that. Chemme especially hates the wall.

Stupid wall, she thought as she kicked the wall, more softly this time.

Oh no, she didn't worried about how much she'll have to pay for the stupid wall. She doubt they even realize there was a cracked in here, seeing that she only live with Nekros and Aeras in here. Anyway, she have more than enough to pay for this wall, even if you tripled the price, and then triple it again, and triple it. Yeah, the point is she, no, Archangels, have an unlimited moneys, seeing their father is the Creator of All.

What she worried was Nero and Destiny. She wasn't worried about them physically — they were more than capable to defended themselves, but she worried about their mental. She know everyone was having a mental breakdown, even their Father, in a different way.

She can't sleep yesterday night. She was crying soundlessly in her bed, thinking of her old life before she become like this. She know Nekros and Nero was out of their bed that night, though where, she don't know. She heard the usually calm Destiny threw a thing once, while screaming wordless in the early morning. She even heard Aeras' shower running all the night.

She sigh once again before grabbed her flame colored suitcase, and started packing.

She can't undo what'd happened. So she might suited herself in here before she started breaking everything near her.

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The first thing Aeras do when they got into this cursed 'home' was locked himself in the bathroom. Oh, how he remember that the similar thing was happened yesterday night. He'd locked himself in his bathroom, with shower kept making his entire body wet, and do nothing. That's what exactly he do now.

He stand still as the water harmlessly running above his body, not even bothered to take off his clothes. His lips curved into a small smile as he remember exactly what'd happened in the Throne Room before they were sent here.

"For the amusing news, The Archangels wouldn't just introduced themselves to Camp Half-Blood to help them in this war. They have to gained the campers' trust. In order to do that, I decided to disguise Archangels as demigods, and they have to act like they're 12." Father's tone was complete serious, although I may or may not saw a glimpse of amusement in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say, Father?" Nero's voice was piercing cold, that even us Archangels flinched at this.

Father stay still, and locked his eyes with Nero's. "You heard what I say, and that's final, Nero. You'll be separated into 2 group: Nero with Destiny while Aeras with Nekros and Chemme. I'll change your body into 12 years old's, and your appearance will changes as well" his tone was final.

We nodded as he asked silently if he could changed our appearance now. He shot us a black silverish energy. The energy circled us, and without warning, they attacked us.

As they made a contact with my skin, I shivered a little. It was a strange sensation. It was as if we were in a cold water, but the cold didn't impale us, instead it was give us a tingle sensation, cushioned even. I automatically close my eyes.