Virgil was fuming. Patton had never thought he'd need to use that word before and, even then, it was still an understatement. His cousin was pacing the living room and Patton could see, if only for a moment, spirits of the dead solidify before his very eyes as they tried to calm Virgil down.

There were two regulars, beyond fresh spirits and wisened apparations. One in a posh looking outfit with large sleeves and large shorts. He had a large, bloody stain across his head. The other was terrifying. He had a large, triangular hat that was perched on his head. Half of his body was burnt, leaving him a myriad of scars.

"He's a little, stuck-up, brat!" Virgil complained to the burnt spirit. So far, no one had noticed Patton sitting at the foot of the stairs, watching on silently.

"Calm, Virgil," Said the burnt spirit, his arms flickering as he grabbed Virgil by the shoulders, forcing him to stop pacing. Anyone else watching would've seen Virgil stop on his own accord. Anyone else would just see Virgil with his black eyes suddenly white, hovering slightly. Patton could see it all, though. Kind off.

The one in the funny suit swept behind Virgil, hugging him from behind. "Trust me, I will hurt that little bitch for smashing your head through a window, Virgie. Roman will pay."

"I'm just his problem! I don't know what his deal is with me!" Virgil whined angrily, sucking in his cheeks in annoyance. "Can't he just, like, not hate me?"

"I'm telling you now, Virgil, he's getting on my nerves. It won't take long for me to curse him now." Smirked the burnt one. Patton could see he had a yellow outline - this meant he was a vengeful spirit. Yes, Patton once stole Logan's' Book to look up auras. It's not his fault that he could half see ghosts.

The one with the funny suit was floating above Virgil's' head. "And I'll force you to bring me back just so I can smash a mace into his head." He had a green aura. He was an impulsive spirit.

Virgil smirked slightly, the cuts over his head healing rapidly. "I wouldn't need to be forced for that, Remus."

"My dear Virgil, I still keep in contact with the Frenchman who beheaded my second wife. I could request his assistance in thy troubles." One said with a bow- he was a very fat man, his stomach swollen, and was dressed red robes lined with fur with a crown placed on his head.

"Tempting, Henry, tempting... How is Anne? Last I heard, she and Catherine Two were getting along rather well." Virgil said, breaking away from his anger briefly.

The fat man, Henry, beamed. "I'm proud my wives are getting along. Even Catherine One has forgiven me."

Virgil smiled and he gave a small incline of his head in mutual respect. But he inhaled and the anger returned to his whitened eyes.

"Commander, I know I group of Celts who could assist here too. If this- this Roman beast refuses to treat you with respect I will happily introduce them..." A spirit offered. He was missing a leg and had bandages wound around his chest, dressed in camouflage and a tin hat.

Virgil nodded and clenched his fists. "When my father found out, he'll make everyone think twice about crossing me."

"Virgil!" Gasped a turbaned man. Virgil snapped round to look at him and then nodded in a silent conversation Patton just couldn't hear. Suddenly the world seemed to zoom out and Patton was following Logan downstairs with the others.

Patton frowned, pausing at the first step. "B-But I was just down there..." He mumbled, confused. Nevertheless, he hopped down each step at a time, arriving back in the living room quickly.

Virgil was hovering, eyes wide and staring and white. He was staring blankly ahead, rotating slowly. It was unnerving and creepy. He was doing a very good job at pretending to be communicating with the dead - Patton knew he wasn't, he'd be able to see it.

Virgil raised his head and his blank eyes seemed to focus in on Roman, who took a step back automatically. Black dots appeared in his eyeballs and slowly struggled its' way to the usual, beetle-sized, black eyes. He dropped to the ground, his gaze not leaving Roman's' face. Virgil blinked and let emotion flood back into his face. He crossed his arms, retreating inside himself briefly. "What do you all want?"

"Virgil, we're not here to fight with you-" Logan began.

"He is," Sniffed Virgil, jabbing a thumb in Roman's' direction. Roman scoffed.

Logan breathed in, trying to keep his cool. He'd nearly lost it with Roman and he didn't need his temper to snap just yet. "Virgil, we're moving from that now. Did you speak with Patton about what happened?"

Virgil's' eyes found Patton's' and they widened ever so slightly. He now knew that Patton had seen him talking to his dead friends. "Yeah, I did." He lied.

"What did you tell him?"

Scowling, the skinny god folded his arms. "I told him that I was panicking because I was told that my dad is getting angry so I tried to find somewhere better to sit then under a desk in case I went into something called a 'panic attack'. I found the bedroom first but didn't want to disturb Roman so I sat at the edge of the bed and then he kicked me." Virgil explained, sticking his nose up in the air.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Joan asked, looking perplexed. Virgil shot them a look with those dead, empty eyes and Joan tried not to flinch. "J-Just I know that Patton is the son of Jupiter- Zeus! A-And that Logan is the son of Athena and Roman's the child of Aphrodite... So... I was-"

"You were curious?" Interrupted Virgil, raising a single eyebrow. Joan swallowed and nodded. Virgil sighed and extended his hand for Joan to shake. "I am Virgil, son of Hades. And every single mortal is my friend."

Joan frowned quickly, shaking the god's' hand swiftly before snatching it to his side. "I'm not your friend."

Virgil smiled. "Not yet." Joan swallowed again, paling.

"Oh, shut it, you freak. You don't have to scare everyone just because your only friends are dead!" Roman scoffed, tossing his head back as he began to inspect his nails.

"And you don't have to act as if you're the most popular just because a few female centaurs try to stalk you along with other desperate, little whores, just begging  to fall into your arms!" Virgil fawned, placing his hand against his forehead as he swooned backwards mockingly. He would've fallen if it hadn't been for the quick appearance of a Zulu warrior to catch him and push him back up.

Roman, Logan, Thomas and Joan all squeaked in surprise at Virgil falling and then being pushed back up again. Patton tried hard not to giggle.

"D-Do you really talk to dead people?" Thomas asked, trying visibly not to quiver.

Virgil smirked. "Well, of course, I do. I know whoever dies and they flock to me because I'm the one thing that moves in their stagnant death. I have new friends every second and I feel them when they come to my home. Every second, I feel more power flooding to me." Now Virgil was being scary. His black eyes were beginning to rot away in their sockets, revealing a large darkness behind them that began to tear up with a gloopy liquid. Joan gagged fearfully as Virgil took a step forwards while the black liquid began to leak down his face. "I am inevitable! I feel your life draining, slowly before it gets faster and faster! Kings bow to me, cultists worship me and I am everyone's' favourite."

"J-Just stop it, okay?! You don't have to try to scare the mortals!" Roman protested, yanking at Virgil's' arm. Suddenly, the young god was back to normal and he jumped out of Roman's' grasp with an oddly flushed face.

The god seemed to shrink slightly, although he obviously didn't. His eyes flickered white for a moment and then hastily returned to normal. "Thomas, I'm going to get the most emo clothes you have and wear them. And the others should probably do the same." He pushed past the others, arms folded protectively around his chest. Virgil paused halfway up the stairs, then called down, "I'm taking the black jacket with the purple patches, by the way!" And then he was gone.

"How did he know?" Thomas asked incredulously, his fear sapping away quickly under confusion.

Joan shrugged. "A ghost probably told him."

Logan ignored the mortals, swinging to face Roman. "How did you get him to stop? One moment, you are attempting to force each other to Hades and, the next, he's jumpy at your touch!"

Roman shrugged. "I don't know! Pat?"

"I think I might know..." Patton said slowly, squinting at the ground thoughtfully. "But I won't say because Virgil is my child."

"I thought you were cousins?" Logan asked.

Roman gasped. "I thought you were gay!"