From one child of Death with another, it is an eye for an eye. A leg for a leg. That's what you've been taught all your life, being the child of death. Even for those who did not deserve to live longer than they should have or died before they could ever live.
That's how you felt about Hazel, a daughter of Pluto, the Roman version of Hades, but took on the roles of the riches that filled the underworld with colorful life. When you first laid eyes on the teenage girl, it was easy to sympathize with her. This is why, from one child of death towards another of riches, you decided to bring her back to the living world once the Doors of Death were left open. You wanted to find a way to help Hazel with her curse, a way to pay back your debt. Find the savior, a descendant of Neptune, break the curse, and free yourself from your own curses and debt. But whoever was her savior, a descendant of Neptune, was not who you were expecting it to be...
"You know him, don't you?" Hazel asked you as soon as the two of you sat down on the rooftop of Plutos' shrine. Diamonds and bones decorated the rooftop, though the diamonds were her fault, a symbol of her curse. "Percy Jackson? Is he..."
Her question faded away as soon as she saw the dark look on your face. While it was not directed towards her, she knew it was a signal for her to stay silent. But that didn't help her curiosity, especially when she first introduced you to Percy Jackson, the silence was deadly. "You know him though, don't you? You have to know something. It's not so much a secret like the rest that you've kept from me."