Sam Monroe — born Sam Olympiades — was the son of Hades & the goddess Persephone.

The Isle of the Lost had never truly felt like a home to him or his almost absent home-sicken crazed father. They had both been wrongfully kept there due to the power that flowed through their bloods. King Adam, or The Beast, was afraid of it. His father's biggest rival besides Hercales.

So it was a massive surprise to him when he, along with a few of his 'friends' – Mal, Evie, Jay & Carlos — when it had been announced they would be the first VK's to attend Auredon Prep upon the request of Prince Ben.

The first introductions were a few weeks ago, went as predictably as expected. Not many of the students were particularly fond of the five of them especially him. Unsurprisingly, the other four had been given the task by their parents to steal the magic wand. Something he truly couldn't care about in reality.

No, Sam – despite the ostrinisation from his peers paired with the typical bullying on the occasion – he lapped up his new found power & freedom he had been given. People left him alone just because they feared him. Those whom challenged him, often got their comeuppance in someway. Either through pranks, a simple death glare, a brutal sarcastic comment or his fist.

Either way, it was bittersweet victory that forced its way into his heart, gifted graciously with deep longingness that he had began feeling a few days ago.

He sought.... love. Oddly enough, though not unfounded. His father was a deep rooted romantic, inherited, alongside his mother's natural compassion & gentleness. However, Sam knew it wouldn't be easy to find within Auredon Prep.

Yet he wasn't easily diswayed from the challenge. He was gonna make it wish it hadn't messed with him in the first place. But he knew he had to be patient. He was smart — his father taught him well.

The girls of Auredon wouldn't be easily swooned. Though he was handsome, charming, mysterious, incredibly strong, smart, and vulnerable when needed...... these girls weren't enough of a challenge to him. After all, he wanted true devotion.

Not the likeliness of shallow, greedy, self-centred, toxicity from the girls there. He was a son of a God regardless, they loved that idea.

He needed a woman.

An authentic, unapologetic woman. Someone whom matched him, & gave as much as she could take. He needed that chase — that fulfilling exciting chase, that his father had participated to gain his mother's affections, all those years ago.

Such a feeling hadn't been achieved yet so far. But again, patience is a virtue in the face of love.

It would come in time.

Maybe sooner than he thought?.

One Day

Sam, like always, sat perched between the roots of one of the trees that made up the border of the forest that surrounded one side of the school. He could see everyone from here. Something he loved.

Jocks were practicing upon the outstretch of the pitch nearby. Various students occupying the benches, in grounds or by themselves, as they conversed with their friends or studying. Cheerleaders practicing their routine for the upcoming game. & no doubt his fellow VKs were somewhere hanging out without him, plotting to get that damn magic wand.

Like any typical day at the school for any teen.

Sam's knees were raised — his back rested against the oak trunk behind him. As he occasionally took bites of his own lunch, or just mindlessly, passed smoke from his lips sourced from the cigarette in his other hand.

Decked in his gothic punk typical black leather 'VK' attire. Short black hair lightly gelled, casually styled, yet messy — the few blue strands inherited from his father clear as day. Black eyeliner gracing the outline of his eyes. While his piercings sat unnerving in his lobes, or the double helix in both ears or his labret.

Tranquility wasn't something Sam often came across often, but right now.... it was practically biting him in the ass.