The Eight Part Soul

To know

I woke up only to be tilted back and fed something before being released. I felt like I was tied up on a chair and without the weight of my sword and bag, I knew my possessions were taken from me.

I felt groggy at best and did not appreciate to be conscious enough and found myself with a stick pointed at my face by a crazy eyed man.

"Now, who are you?"

"Nico di Angelo," I said, in a flat tone that shocked me. What shocked me more was that I answered without second thought.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"I an here to-" But I cut myself short. I can't tell them. For some reason, it's like I'm compelled to answer their questions, the truth.

"Well?" the man prompted after a momentary shock of silence, like they couldn't believe that I managed not to tell them. Apparently what they fed me was like some kind of truth potion. Unfortunately for them, there are loopholes to telling a truth.

"Do a job which is classified," I finished smoothly, with that same flat tone.

"What is this classified job?" the man asked. I raised my eyebrows, nosy aren't we?

"I cannot say as I swore an oath not to," I said smoothly. Jobs like these couldn't be said to mortals, Hades made sure of it on me.

The man looked like he wanted to poke more on it but one look at me seemed to discourage it. He asked a different question.

"Do you know who the Dark Lord is?" he asked.

"Who?" I asked, a different truth. I would have answered, my father, but I think they are talking about someone else.

"Are you a Muggle?" He asked.

"What is a Muggle?" I asked. I have absolutely no idea what he's talking about.

"How did you get in here?" the man asked. He's like a questioning machine.

"Magic," I said, because shadow travel is a form of magic.

The man seemed to be shock.

"Do you know witches and wizards?" he asked.

Witches and wizards? "They don't exist, right?" I held no proof that they existed yet.

The man was mumbling to himself, stick twitching.

So, if that man asked that question, witches and wizards exist?

For most people, they would be shocked. However, I've seen enough weird things in my life, being a demigod and all.

There was one time in shadow travelling back home, I actually crashed in a wedding crisis and was made to officiate a wedding between the Lochness Monster and Yeti and then see the Lochness Monster give birth to Yeti-Lochness hybrids.

After that, I was scarred for life, understood why Will was shaking after giving birth to a satyr baby. Now, I have nothing else to  astonish me, though tender words from the Lord of the Underworld was astonishing. So, wizards and witches, no big deal.

The man was still mumbling and now tapping me on that shoulder with a stick while I was lost on that train of thought with my ADHD.

"What did you just do?" My voice was full of emotion and no longer flat, meaning the truth potion is wearing off. I can lie again!

"To prevent you from using that 'magic' from escaping," the man said.

"What?! This is kidnap, damn it! A crime!" I shouted.

"I have a right in these times," the man said, "You have trespassed at our secret hideout, so certain precautions needed to be taken."

"Precautions? What precautions?" I asked with dread. What in Hades is going to happen?