The Five Demigods

One

Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi: 16, Son of Hades.

Mitch did it again. He'd managed to piss his mom off once again. Not that he cared. In his opinion, his mom was a bitch. She never let him leave the house aside from school, he was never allowed to have friends over, the very few that he had, and whenever he asked about his father, she'd sharply tell him to drop it.

Tonight, his friend Joshua had invited him to a party. He was definitely going. Fuck what his mother said. He never listened anyway. He hated her. Didn't help that she blamed him for his father's disappearance. Or that she was a drunk, and an angry one at that.

He went to his room and laid on his bed looking up at the Supernatural poster that hung on his ceiling. He'd been obsessed with the show since first saw it when he was like, twelve. It was dark and mysterious, and the actors were hot as fuck and he'd gladly call any of them "daddy".

He got up and looked at himself in the mirror.

His usual attire of all black was accompanied by some dark make-up. Nothing fancy, just some eyeliner on his waterline, accompanied with a perfect wing on his eyelid, and some black lipstick.

If you couldn't tell, his favorite color was black.

He jumped out of his window, which wasn't hard as he and his mom lived in a shitty single wide trailer. He made sure he had his phone and wallet with his fake ID in it, and left.

"Fuck you, Nel." He said with a smirk.

What he didn't see was the small fire that had started in his room on his desk.

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Scott Richard Hoying: 18, Son of Aphrodite

"Scott." His father called.

"Yeah?" Scott got up from his bed and went downstairs where his dad was reading the newspaper.

"Tell me more about where it is you're going tonight."

"Tyler invited me. He said its just a get together for the beginning of school.

"Will there be alcohol?" 

Scott shrugged. "I mean, probably. Its a high school party thats run by the juniors and seniors. Doesn't mean I plan on drinking or taking any drugs." 

Rick looked up from the paper he was reading and at his son. He was dressed in soft pastel colors, except for his pants, which were black. His hair was styled perfectly, and his teeth were literally perfect.

"I want you home no later than 1 A.M." 

Scott nodded with a charming smile. "Will do, dad." He stood up and clapped his hand on his father's shoulder before heading back upstairs. 

He looked at himself in the full body mirror he had and checked himself out. He fixed the very few, minor things that needed fixing, grabbed his phone and wallet, and left.

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Avriel Benjamin Kaplan: 17, Son of Ares

"Kaplan!" His friend, Alex, yelled.

"What?!" Avi snapped. He didn't like being interrupted when he was training.

"Some of us are going to this party later. Wanna join?" 

Avi looked at him. "Spar with me and we'll talk." He waved Alex over to the ring in the middle of the gym.

Avi was training to be an MMA fighter. His mother thought it was a good idea since he liked to punch things when he got upset. At least this way, he could safely get his anger out.