Nico di Angelo; Angel of Chaos

Aliens

I decided not to let Shadow be in charge of portaling us anymore.

Considering we appeared thousands of feet above Camp Half-Blood.

I internally groaned.

"Formation Delta!" I shrieked over the high winds that lapped at us.

Immediately everyone's wings snapped flat, catching the winds currents and gliding us until we were falling at a gentle speed.

We were in the formation of a Greek Delta, Δ, and after we had all leveled out, we drew in our wings ever so slightly and began our descent towards Camp Half-Blood.

The looks on the campers faces as we descended was hilarious.

I heard one scream, "Take cover! Alien invaders!"

Sparky seemed to take offense to that.

"Hey! We are not aliens!" She called as we touched ground.

Chiron the centaur stepped-trotted?-forward. He eyed us suspiciously.

" The Gods have informed me of a group of winged protectors coming to defend camp from a terrible force. They said that their leader will be black-winged among white, and that he controls the rumored shadowfire. Prove you are the one they speak." Chiron demanded.

Damn. I thought. I've had to state who I am and summon the shadowfire so many different times today, its crazy.

But I sighed and extended my hands, palms up. I barely had to consentrate to summon the shadowfire. It was just an instinct. Immediately my palms blazed in the cold black flames.

Everyone jumped back about a foot, minus the Angels of Chaos. They were honestly used to it by now, I think.

I extinguished the flames and lowered my hands.

Chiron stayed back, along with the campers, as though I would suddenly spontaneously combust and kill everyone. Yeah right.

"Who are you?" Chiron asked.

I sighed. Again.

"I am Archangel, heir to Chaos, Prince of The Universe. I am the shadowfire user. I am commander of Chaos' top branch in his army, The Angels of Chaos. This is my second in command, Dilexisti. Behind her is Shadow, Siren, and Sparky." I answered calmly.

They each bowed, or in Siren's case, ruffled his wings, as I said their names.

Chiron and the campers stared at us. Finally, a boy spoke.

"Aren't angels supposed to be dead?"

I felt Reyna freeze beside me.

"No. Angels are very much alive." I answered firmly.

"Now, as for the threat, I would prefer we discussed that in private, Chiron." I said cautiously, noting how many small campers were gathered. No need to frighten them with nightmares about some totally psychotic goddess if we had a choice, right?