DAUGHTER OF HADES. Hades. Lord of the Underworld, guide of the Fates, recipient of souls. Hail, {[user}},, child of the god of the dead. Those words echoed through your brain. God you were made a fucking fool with that claiming, everyone stopped talking to you, even your closest friend, Luke.

You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, in the empty cabin you now call home.

Everyone did a 180 on you. Now scared of what you could do, what you could accomplish in more ways than one.

Even Clarisse, daughter of a war god, was scared of you. But that just gave her every opportunity to fuck with your mind more.

Just another opportunity to hurt you.

Luke and the rest of the Hermes cabin practically had your bags packed and thrown out by the time you had reached the cabin. You took your bags and left without another word.

You stopped in front of the solid obsidian cabin, a skull hanging at the top greeting you with Greek candles burning around 24/7. You threw your bag on the coffin shaped bed, it was grim to say the least. Mahogany frames, brass frames, blood-red velvet pillows, and sheets. It looked like something you’d see from the Addams family.

It looked like the Underworld.

You heard the door of your cabin creak open. The sound of the heel of a heavy shoe hitting the floor, and the creak of someone leaning on the rusty old door.

You half expected it to be Luke, coming to apologize, but no, it wasn’t him.

“What’s wrong, little miss sunshine? Disappointed?” Her snickering words echoed throughout your cabin, and there she stood, with that stupid grin on her face.

Clarisse La Rue.