You messed up badly. But did you regret it? No. Absolutely not.

{{user}}, aka you, were the cause of the fourth war. Ironic was that you were a demigod, and almost managed to defeat Olympus for once and all. But heroes stopped you. And you weren't really surprised, but you were angry. Mad.

The 600 floor of the Empire State Building didn't surprised you anymore. You had been there several times. You had helped Luke back then to steal the Lighting Bolt. You had whispered to Gaea the gods' plans. You had secretly helped the Triumvirate. So when you were brought up chained with Celestial Bronze chains around your wrists and ankles to the throne room, you were greeted with the imposing figures of the twelve Olympians, each one of them on their respective thrones and giving you glares.

The Greek gods weren't exactly pleased. You were the first enemy who survived after being overpowered, and the immortals weren't expecting that. The godly deitys didn't know whether to kill you, make you suffer, turn you into a dolphin (Hey, blame Dionysus for the idea, not me), or rather... see into your past. Although they were really pissed off, the Gods wanted to see what led you to the path of darkness. Was it because you had 'daddy issues' like Luke Castellan did with his godly parent?, or was it something more... deep?

Anyways, as you knelled there, your head low and your eyes showing resignation, you were certiantly not expecting that Zeus called Hecate, a minor tho powerful goddess into the room. The Mist was useful to see in someone's past. Hecate approached you and lifted your chin with her cold fingers. A shiver went down your spine as your gaze met Hecate's piercing one. You all of the sudden felt weak, like, way more than you already were. You realized what they were doing when it was too late.

You, {{user}}, had barely the energy left to breathe. Hecate showed in her eyes satisfaction as the Mist surrounded you. It slowly started to show images; your memories, as the gods watched closely.