Percy:

We were each given enchanted masks, so our true identities were hidden. Chaos said a bunch of shoulders had the same idea-new name, new identity.

And then we saw it. The Void.

It was amazing, so amazing, it is beyond words.  Beyond comprehension.  Nothing can describe the Void.  A billion colors, a billion layers, a billion dimensions.

"Wow." I said and my friends nodded in agreement.

"Wow is right," Chaos smirked. "Here is the place I was born-where Creation began."

"Wicked." Floga muttered, patting out his smoking hair.

Chaos laughed, and have us a two hour tour. Nekros, Floga, and I would be sharing a room with someone named Iroas, in the Omega Sector.

Astrapi and Pax shared with girls named Bictacia from a planet called Zellot, and Catteleen from Marthog.

We meet the General, Contov Eraaz. He was a pale, broad shouldered guy. About Immortal 25. He had a buzz cut, and wore a strange uniform-the latest armor from Frydogug, his home planet.

He didn't say much, hardly a hello. But he did say he was too busy with a war on Itorp to train us-so he placed the five of us under Iroas. A great sword fighter, if I had ever seen one. Though, the style seemed vaguely familiar. I wouldn't know, he was one of soldiers with masks and a new name.

My mask was pure black, masking my sea green eyes. It covered my entire face, leaving only my mouth on display.  And it could only be removed by the wearer.

Floga's was orange and red-like a flame.

Nekros' was gray and black.

Pax's was a pale pink.

And Astrapi's was blue and white...decorating the sky.

Iroas' was a dirt-like brown. He was always shifting it, he always seemed on edge, like us, but not like us. His was more of a guilty gesture.

He was fast, swift, and agile. He was a great opponent to face, and was a kind-hearted guy, and over time, we grew to be great friends.

Like Chaos said, I started at the bottom, but quickly, I rose in rank. As did Nekros and Astrapi.  Floga and Pax, along with Iroas were great, but didn't move up as easily as we did.

And the five of us only used out real names when we were completely alone, which didn't happen quite often.  We were completely immersed in our new identities, and soon they would be our only identities.

And soon-I was a General.  Then, along with Nekros and Astrapi, we moved through the sectors like water.  Samuel was still the Commander, but he used to be do nice and kind to us, but now he saw us as a threat.  But I didn't need to lead to earn respect.  I had won respect on the field of battle. 

500 years later, I was the Commander, Astrapi was my Second in Command, and Nekros was my Third in Command.  Iroas was the General of the Alpha Sector, and Floga, Pax, and four other friends we made-Angel, Forge, Star, and Belleza were the Top Alpha Soldiers. Angel and I were more than friends-we were actually married. Forge and Belleza were also married with a daughter-Dove. Astrapi and Iroas got together as well, and were dating. Floga and Pax got married as well, and had a daughter-Esperanza.

Then, Chaos offered me a position I couldn't refuse. I became his personal Assassin.

He gave me some of his power, so I was stronger than ever before.

And with this position, I got a castle of my own, and a personal team, hand picked by me. I chose Nekros, Astrapi, Floga, Pax, Iroas, Angel, Star, Forge, and Belleza. All of us and our children lived in the castle in the Void. We went on personal missions for Chaos. We were higher up than the Commander, so in a way, I still commanded everyone.

100 more years later, I had a son, Immortal 17 Theseus. Then there was 15 year old, still growing Achilles. And lastly, my daughter, Andromeda, who was only 12, and still aging.

Dove, Esperanza, Theseus, Achilles, and Andromeda were still in training, while my team and I were the strongest, most respected team in the Universe. And I grew so strong, so much stronger than my friends, that I was the second strongest in the Universe-apart from Chaos, of course.

Everything in my life-it was perfect.  Sometimes I lay awake, asking myself why they did that to me, but then I realize it was so I could be where I was now.  Nero.  Not Percy Jackson.  And I liked it.  I was a little worried that my kids would give me away.  Sea green eyes?  Tan?  Black hair?  But, no.  It didn't give me away at all.  Though Angel sometimes looked at me like she wanted to say something, but didn't.

Though I wanted to see her eyes, and her mine, but that would mean becoming Percy Jackson again, and even as the second strongest force in the whole Universe, I just didn't know if I could handle that.  But Achilles had coal black eyes that held a mischievous and playful glint in them that all three of my children held.  It confused me that Achilles and Nekros had the same eyes...exactly the same shade.  I always assumed it was just a funny chance...but maybe not.  Angel did have a style of fighting that reminded me of Thalia/Astrapi.  The style of a hunter of Artemis.  The only person I knew with Nico/Nekros' eyes and who was a Hunter of Artemis, well...she was pretty, and dead.  I remembered her death well.  I blamed myself for it.

...

"Hey, Nero."  Angel said to me.  She kissed me, and sat next to me.  "You look serious.  What are you thinking about."

"I was thinking how badly I want to stare into your eyes." I said, gazing at her.

"I-" her breath seemed to get caught in her throat.

"But I know you wear that mask for a reason, as do I, so I understand not wanting to reopen old wounds, to not want to-"

I was faltered in me tracks at the sight of her taking off her mask.

Olive skin.  Silky black hair.  Glinting coal eyes.

Bianca di Angelo.  Well, now Bianca di Angelo Jackson.

"I abandoned someone I cared about, someone extremely important to me.  And then I died.  I left him alone, and I can't forgive myself for that," she said, years streaming down her face,

"Nico." I said. "He forgives you."

Bianca/Angel looked at me in shock.

"H-how-?"

"Bianca di Angelo...it's nice to see you again.  And I meant it.  Nico, he forgives you."

"Who-how-what...?"

I kissed her softly and pulled down my mask.  She looked gob smacked. 

"P-Percy?" 

I reached for her hands.  I looked in her eyes, and I could she her blush a little.

"Nico forgives you.  He can tell you himself."

"Nico...how?"  The she looked like she'd been struck by lightning.  "Is he...is he part of the army?  Is he a soldier?"

"No."  I grinned, putting on my mask.  She did the same, looking confused.

"He isn't a soldier, he is on the team."

She had a mix of emotions on her face.  "Can you-can you-"

"Come on," I smiled.

I led her to the arena, to Nekros, who was training.

"Is...is he...is Nekros him?"  She looked a little shaky.

"Yo!  Nekros!"  I said.

He disarmed the person he was fighting-who just happened to be Belleza, and turned to Angel and I.

"Hey, Nero.  What is it?  New mission?"  He hopped down from the arena, and jogged to us.  Angel seemed paralyzed.

"No.  I just wanted to ask you a question.  All those years ago-you forgave your sister, right?"

"Hazel?"  He asked.  He looked at Angel puzzled.

"No.  Bianca."

Angel sucked in a breath, but Nekros didn't seem to notice.  He staggered back a little.  I felt a little bad, but not too bad, since she was standing next to me. 

"I...I..."  He coughed.  "You know I was never mad at her-it was just how I handled the grief."  He seemed to be a little confused as to why I was bringing to up.  "Why?  You know I don't like talking about it, Nero."  He said that pointedly.

"I knew that.  But she wanted to hear it for herself."

"What are you-"

Angel took our hands and dragged us into my Chamber.

"What the-"

Angel pulled down her mask to reveal Bianca.

"I have missed you so much."  Nekros stated at her, perfectly still.  Like he was scared to move.  "I am so, so, so sorry, Nico!"  She cried, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Bianca?"  He asked.  He pulled down his mask, revealed his coal eyes, olive skin, and shaggy black hair.  "Are you really?  But...but you are dead!"

"Chaos brought me back to become a soldier," Bianca bit her lip.  "That was a long, long time ago."

"You-you're alive!"  Nico threw his arms around her.  "And married to my best friend, with kids!  Holy Father, I'm an Uncle!"

"Ha ha," I laughed.

"How long have you known?"  He turned on me.

"Since she told me ten minutes ago."  I smirked.

"Well, damn." Nekros smirked.  "I think it's time I am-we are all-introduced to my niece in nephews."

...

Theseus is like me-and the old me.  He is fiercely loyal.  He is strong, but lean.  He is modest, and he is kind, but he is extremely powerful-water and death combined.  He, like me, found he could master the entire element.  That includes blood, poison, the air, and even tap.  Everything that has a relation to water.  I called him Riptide, as his code name for missions.

Achilles, the little devil.  He is Bianca's son, alright.  Sometimes shy, sometimes confident and in control.  He takes praise more into his stride, unlike Theseus and myself.  He doesn't use his powers often...only shadow travel.  He is steely determined, and looks up to Theseus greatly.  His greatest strength is, unlike his brother, comfortable with all weaponry.  Bows and arrows, swords, knives, spears, and even javelins.  His code name is Shadow.

Andromeda, my little girl.  Dazzling sea green eyes, curly black hair.  Energetic, focused, and in control.  She works every situation around her fingers.  If there is a will, my little Andy will find a way.  She, like her mother, fights with knives and archery.  She is smart, and has dyslexia and ADHD, while her brothers only have ADHD.  I'm a total sucker for my little girl, and she is a total daddy's girl.  I swear, I'd move heaven and earth for her-and I probably can.  Her code name is Mist.
...

"So, you are my uncle-you all are ex demigods, and now I know where Theseus and I get our eyes and love of water.  It all makes sense now!"  Andy beamed. 

"Could have told us sooner," Achilles said.

"We didn't exactly know, Shadow."  I grinned.

"That is a little weird."  Theseus said.  "Does that mean we have a last name-Jackson, now?"

"If you want, Riptide.  But I don't go by Percy Jackson anymore."

"And we aren't Nico and Bianca di Angelo anymore either.  I know it is pretty complicated."

"Our family is so weird," Andy grinned.

"That we are!  Now who is up for the Arena Games!"

There was the arena, where we trained, but on nights like tonight, when there weren't any missions, I got my team together and we went against the best remaining soldiers in some units, and the Commander and his or her second in Command.  We called it Arena games.

We were just entering, when I got a message from Chaos.  He gave me, and the rest of my team, the Commander and second in Command, and the Generals a watch that he uses as a communication device.

'Urgent mission.  Report to my quarters immediately.'

'Yes, Lord Chaos.' I spoke into the device.  I frowned at my family. 

"Lord Chaos needs me.  Says it's urgent.  Tell Iroas to kick Carfrayt's podex for me, and Thes, Ace, and Andy, do your old man proud.  Nekros, do me a favor and tell Floga, Pax, Astrapi, Iroas, Star, Forge, Belleza, Espie, and Dove I say hello, and good luck.  Love you, Angel.  Bye guys."

Angel pecked my lips, Nekros made a face of mock disgust, and Andy threw her arms around me.

"Good luck, Daddy."

"Have fun, and make sure you beat everyone, Dolphin."

"Will do."

"Dad, you know we will win.  We are your kids, after all."  Achilles and Theseus smirked.

I winked at them, and vapor traveled to Chaos' quarters.

"What's up, Lord?"  I grinned, but he looked solemn.

"We have a problem."

"What planet needs my help now?"

"No-it's Order."

Order was like Evil Gaea Times Ten Billion.  Mother of all the worst Primordials, like Erebus, Tartarus, Uranus, and Gaea.

Chaos told me all about her long ago.  He didn't tell anyone else-not even the Commander.  He trusted me, me over everyone else.  I don't understand why, but Chaos was more of an Uncle figure than boss. 

In the beginning, there was the Void.  From the Void, came Order and Chaos.  There had to be both-constantly in balance.  One couldn't exist without the other.  Chaos liked to create. But he also liked there to be some Chaos-literally.  Order didn't look at things the same way.  She didn't believe in Order and Chaos in harmony.  She thought Chaos was standing in the way of total Order.  In a way, she was right.

She became mad with power-obsessed with her vision of Order, convinced she needed to take down her brother to make it happen.  And she attempted it, too.  But Chaos beat her.  And locked her away, restoring the balance.  And that's how it's been ever since.

But that was before he wrote the Ancient Laws-before he could find a loop-hole.

But now, if what I thought he was saying was correct, she was rising again.  And this time, Chaos was in no condition to stop her.

"She is rising, isn't she."  It wasn't a question.  It was a statement.

"Yes."

"And you can't stop her this time."  Another statement.

"Yes."  Chaos said, looking quite grim.

I let out a frustrated grunt, and smashed his table.  I blushed a little.

"Sorry about that."

"It's fine," Chaos waved it off.  "But you know, as Order does, that to stop me, the heart of power has to be destroyed.  And that means-"

"The Olympians," I said in a flat voice.

"Yes."

"And what exactly do you propose we do?" My voice was cold-so cold, I didn't even recognize it.

"I know you are...ah, against this, but-"

"I'll do what I have to do. I am Nero. Not Percy Jackson."

"I am well aware of your distaste for the Olympians and their demigod children, which is why you and your team will only be fighting Order. Until then, battles with Titan and monsters, and whatever else, your kids will handle. Theseus, Achilles, Dove, Andromeda and Esperanza will handle it all. Including contact with the demigods. You will wait until Order shows her hand. Until then, you will train with your new powers inside your ship."

"That sounds good to me," I said, relief flooding my veins. Then what he said fully registered. "Wait-uh, what do you mean 'new powers'?"

"As you well know, this time around, I cannot face Order.  You are the strongest, most honorable person I have ever met-which is why I made you my personal Assassin.  I trust you.  So, you will take my place.  You will fight Order.  But I won't send you into a battle without the tools to win.  I will bless you with the power of Chaos and Creation, and the knowledge you will need."

He stared at me, unblinkingly, and I blushed a little from all of the compliments.

"Thank you, Lord Chaos.  I will make you proud."

"I know you will."  He smiled.  Then, he stuck his hands out, and the room started to shake-wind whirled around, and Chaos started to chant in the Original Language.

Black and white energy surrounded me, and flooded my senses. I felt a rush of energy, and suddenly my entire body was shooting upwards.

Then it all stopped.

I looked down and...

Holy Styx.

I was a foot taller, more muscular and tan. Every muscle was more defined, and I looked...like...like...a god.

Oh the irony.

I felt warmth in my fingertips, and jetted my arms out, and expelled the warmth from my fingers. A wave of red, orange, yellow, and heat shot out of my fingertips.

"Holy Styx!" I said, my eyes widening.

"I am holy, not the Styx though." Chaos laughed. He handed me a sheet of paper. I looked up at him questionably.

Chaos-

You have disturbed the natural Order. I am sorry, but because of this, you must be taken out of the picture. I am sure you understand. Order and Chaos doesn't ensure the Order. Order must prevail. Order will prevail.

Good-bye

Οrdεr Ω-

"What the hell is this?" I demanded.

"This was written before the Creation of Time. Before Order and I went to war."

"Why sign her name with an omega?"

"To symbolize the End."

"Oh."

"Yes. But now, you have to power to defeat her."

"I won't fail you," I told him firmly.

"Oh, I know you won't. I trust you."

I smiled at him.

"I will inform your family that you will be away for a week on my orders, while I inform your team of the mission. I fear they will take the news worse than you."

"Why is that?"

"They...er...I cannot betray their confidence."

"I completely understand."

"You all know each other. Demigods. Dead. That's all I could tell you."

"That's all I needed to hear." Then what he said fully registered. "Why will I be away for a week before the mission?"

"You will need to train extremely hard to master your new abilities. I will help you. But we will need all the time we have got to get you ready for Order."

I knew my duty. I nodded. "Tell them I love them. Okay?"

"It's done," he said.

I closed my eyes. A strong breeze hit my face. I opened them again. Chaos was gone.

Zeus:

"Still no sign of them?" I asked wearily.

Everyone shook their heads.

"And you are defied belt sure they aren't dead?"

"Positive." Hades said. "Alecto would alert me if any of them-my son, the Grace girl, Jackson, and the Fire User enter the Underworld."

I sighed, and many of the gods followed my lead.  It's been seven years since my daughter, my nephews, the Leo Valdez boy, and Calypso have disappeared.  It was horrible.  Suddenly, a sense of...of fear, and of...well, a sense of uneasiness.  Like something, or someone important was gone.  Someone who greatly helped the balance.  Obviously, it was Jackson, who has saved us more times than I am able to count.  Although I greatly missed my daughter as well.  And Hephaestus informed me, he was quite depressed, as we all are, that his prized son, one of the seven, was missing.  And Hades said he couldn't find Nico anywhere.  And everyone could feel the loss from Perseus Jackson.

We all made grave errors regarding that certain demigod. Normally, we went about business like usual...but there was always that sadness...the guilt.

He was the best there was...even if I used to hate him, I'd still have to admit it. Percy Jackson was something else. And everyone regretted letting things go that far...we shouldn't have let him and our kids run away. We should have stopped them...should've done something.

But, like always, we just sit back, and let everything pass us by.

Lost in thought, I almost didn't notice the bright light overcome the Throne Room.

"Who dares?" I thundered.

"Hello, Zeus. You're looking rather old."

Lightning flashed.

"Who dares insult the King of the Gods!"

"I, Chaos. The Creator. You should show more respect to your elders. Especially when they come baring a grave warning and a gift to salvage your existence."

I paled, and reluctantly bowed.

"Peace, brother." Poseidon said to me tiredly. "My brother meant no disrespect, Lord Chaos. He is on edge from a shadow on the horizon. We don't know what this might be-what new threat we are to face. Is that what you have come to warn us about?"

"Your tongue is sharper than your brother's. And you are correct. This new threat-it is a power beyond your imagination."

"Whatever it is, it cannot amount to the might of the Olympians." I said proudly.

"Than you are foolish. This isn't a threat-it is oblivion. It is Order."

There was an eerie silence.

"O-order?" Athena gapped at him. "But how-why?"

"Her bonds have broken, and she wants to cut the power off at the source. She will resurrect the worst monsters, titans, and even giants. And when you are weak, she will do the final blow."

There was no response. We were just told we were going to fade. How does one react to that?

"But, I have come to prevent this. Order is my problem. So I will sent the elite team of my strongest, my Assassin. His oldest son will lead. Their parents will take care of the strongest beings, and my Assassin, the strongest being I have ever known, will face Order and finish her. They will be coming in a week from now, so Nero has time to harness the power needed to defeat her."

"Nero?" Poseidon asked.

"Oh," For the first time, Chaos smirked. He actually smirked. "My Assassin. You'll love him."

Based on his tone, we really wouldn't.

"Be warned. We help you, mostly to help ourselves. But disrespect any of them...even the youngest, you will regret it. Nero's daughter, Mist, is only twelve, yet she could take down every single one of you. They deserve respect, especially since they will be your saving grace-and you will treat them as you'd treat me. Understood? Nero will not tolerate anyone mistreating any of his family."

I gulped. "Of course."

"A twelve year old girl couldn't possibly beat me!" Ares bragged. I felt like strangling him. You don't talk back to the most powerful being, the Creator of All-what an idiot.

Instead of blasting him, what I would have done, he laughed.

"I believe you already were defeated by a twelve year old a long time ago. By a hero under the name Percy Jackson."

Everyone winced, but Chaos continued.

"Little Mist is much stronger than any of you-even Percy Jackson."

We were all silent.

"Glad we had this talk."

And he was gone, smirking all the while...like he was saying an inside joke, or knew something we didn't.

[Andromeda/Mist is stronger than Percy Jackson. Not stronger than Nero. Makes sense? Good.]