A Nascent Kaleidoscope.-Chapter 609 - 551 + Arachne 10

I read over the 'invitation' letter; my lips thinned further with each passing moment.

After giving it considerable thought, I came to a simple conclusion. "Clearly, this isn't meant for me." And I tossed it up into the air.

The Ancient One snatched it before it hit the ground, giving me a leveled, dry look. "Clearly."

"I'm glad we're in agreement."

"Quite." She nodded. "Perhaps Miss Jeanne will also be in agreement?"

Well, fuck.

I looked at her with eyes narrowed.

And she raised an eyebrow towards me.

With unspoken words between us, we knew what was going to happen.

I moved first; I used Shunpo as fast as I could; my senses picked up on Jeanne not far away.

Unfortunately, I was a breath too late, and she was already there, handing Jeanne the letter.

And she was so smug about it.

"Will, look, they invited us to dinner!" Jeanne held up the letter; no doubt, she had it explained to her for obvious reasons.

A family dinner, how could that possibly go wrong? It's not like I had one of those not long ago that went off without a single hitch.

I internally groaned, but it was in no way directed at Jeanne.

And I suppose I should act like an adult here, as much as it pains me to do so.

Even so, I raised my middle finger towards the Ancient One where Jeanne couldn't see. She, of course, just responded with a little smirk before trotting off.

And now, I was alone with Jeanne, who had disappeared since before because she was embarrassed and shy about the whole...thing that happened.

She also just realized that too and immediately became bashful.

"I have something I want to say." She finally spoke after several moments of silence.

"Yeah?"

She cleared her throat and stood up a little straighter. Confident Jeanne appeared, the same Jeanne I would see when she's doing something important. "I like you!"

I felt my lips twitch, trying my best not to laugh. "You don't say?"

"Neh!" She hit my shoulder.

Regardless, Jeanne was always cute.

"I like you too." I wasn't going to tease her too much about this. Like before, it takes a lot of courage to say those kinds of things openly.

This was the point where she deflated a little. "I—I just wanted it to be clear...in case there was a misunderstanding..."

"In case I misunderstood you, did you call me your boyfriend before running away?" I asked.

Her cheeks puffed up cutely again. "Don't make fun of me!" She pouted.

I took her hand into mine before bringing it up to my face and giving it a kiss. "I like you too," I repeated.

"Hehe~" She giggled to herself, swinging her arm and mine together happily.

Well, she's not running away this time, so progress has been made. I can't blame her; I remember when I was younger and tried to confess to my first crush. That embarrassment, shyness, and self-doubt—I think everyone remembers it vividly their first time.

Heck, it made me never try again until, well, I got stabbed in the chest and found someone who stole my heart.

Honestly, I felt like I was back in school again—in a good way—experiencing that feeling with Jeanne here. The others, while no less important and heartfelt, had less of an innocent feeling to them.

I guess it's not surprising; all my other girls are more 'mature' in age. While Jeanne is technically hundreds of years old, she only lived a life up to adulthood.

And that assuredly made me want to give her everything I could.

I unconsciously pulled her into my arms, kissing her forehead. "I'll take care of you from now on, okay? I'll do whatever I can to make you happy."

"You already do." She gave the brightest smile that made my heart quicken.

But if you think I'm going to stop bullying you, you better think again.

"Want to wait until we get back to tell the others, or do you want to do it now?" I asked.

"Eh?" Her eyes widened as if she remembered the fact that I had a harem of women behind me. "I forgot about that!" There was the slight tinge from panic. "D-do you think they'll be mad at me?"

Again, I felt my lips twitch, trying to hold back a laugh. "Why do you think they'll be mad?"

"I didn't ask for permission, and then I came in and... and I did something like this, and they were going to be surprised and upset." She stammered along.

...Does she think that the others don't know?

That's adorable.

I kissed her forehead again. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

I couldn't take away the chance for the others to tease her as well.

"Don't you think it's kind of ironic?" I changed the subject. "A saintess with the son of Lucifer?"

She puffed up again. "I don't care about anything like that. You're a good person; that's enough for me." She paused for a moment. "Momma liked you too. S-she said that she approved when we were in France...." Her eyes slowly moved to the side, away from mine.

Mmm, I didn't hear anything like that; it must have happened when they were talking privately.

"I guess it's a good thing she didn't know I was a Devil." I chuckled; I wouldn't want to have spoiled that reunion.

"Actually...." She looked like she was hiding something. "I told Momma that you were a devil when we met back in France. I didn't know what to talk about, so I just told her how we met and how we got to know each other"...

I sort of just blinked in surprise. "She wished me well and wasn't scared of me at all."

"Ah...Momma said she approved after I told her everything." She covered her face in embarrassment. "She said that she still expects a bunch of grandbabies even if they have horns and tails."

"I guess... I should call her Mom the next time I see her, huh?" I was taken aback by how accepting she was, knowing full well I was a literal devil. "I suppose it's not surprising; if she was accepting of your proclivities, then me being a devil is a minor issue."

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"It means the patron saint of bondage is a lewd girl."

"I'm not lewd!" She stood up on her tiptoes and poked my nose.

In response, I pulled on her thong that peeked up out of her booty shorts, making her yelp in surprise.

"Stoooop, you're not allowed to do that!" She cried out, though she didn't really make an effort to stop me.

"Bondage Saintess. The penniless saintess likes to be tied up~"

"I don't!" She whined.

"Lewd Saintess is Lewd."

"Neeeeeh!" She finally jumped at me.

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It's funny; despite things changing, they remained the same.

Jeanne was still my Jeanne even after she became my woman.

I fixed my ponytail from where Jeanne was tugging on it in response to me pulling on her long braid. And I made sure to dust myself off after Jeanne tackled me.

At least I escaped having to explain certain things about the 'letter.'

Yes, we had been invited to dinner, as politely as that sounds, when it came down via Bifrost in the middle of Kamar-Taj. Though, it was less 'We would like you to attend' and more 'You will be here tomorrow.'

So yeah, that's something to deal with.

I'm sure Ddraig is having fun.

Probably.

Hopefully.

Well, I did what I did, and I accept the consequences that come with it. However, I hope they don't expect an apology from me because after what Loki pulled, I am fresh out of fucks to give.

If it weren't for Jeanne, and possibly Ddraig, I may have just ignored it entirely depending on my mood.

Oh well.

I put those thoughts to the side for now; I had something I needed to take care of. One of the only reasons I even came to this world in the first place.

I knew where I was going because I saw the rooftops not long ago and made a mental note of it.

On the east corner of the temple, there was a building that...looked like it hadn't been used in a great many years.

It was neither locked nor 'forbidden' as I had been told; only a few places were labeled as such. And the Ancient One pretty much gave me free access anywhere here, which was very kind of her. So I wasted no time simply walking up and pushing the doors open.

It was a forge, a very old one.

Cobwebs were everywhere; dust had settled with a thick layer across all surfaces.

I even noticed some rust on some of the tools.

I ran a finger on the anvil at the center of the room, and it was just completely covered in dust enough that it made me scrunch my nose as I wiped it away. I went to take a look at the tools; I picked up a hammer, and the head fell off of it from rotten wood.

The tongs had a rusty rivet that made it a challenge to pry them open fully without using more than human strength.

There were a few pieces of iron cast aside, and looking at their sizes and shapes, they were small weapons or tools.

This wasn't a forge for making armor, rather obvious in hindsight considering everyone here walks around in robes and such.

Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if this place hadn't been used in hundreds of years.

I went around and opened all the windows and the door and just snapped my finger, creating a compressed ball of air right at the center and letting it explode as the majority of the dust and grime was blown out of the small building.

It wasn't perfect, but it'd do.

Let's see....the bellows were in bad shape; those would have to be tossed. I suppose I don't technically need them; I can just make do with casting some wind spells.

The furnace was, thankfully, intact and looked like it could still be used. With another sigh, I unbuttoned my vest, untied my tie, and tossed both of them to the side. I even took off my shirt and set it over with my other clothes because I knew I was going to get dirty.

I wiped out the old crap that had been in the furnace, old charcoal or coal or whatever they used previously.

Luckily, I was a hoarder, and I had some stuff to put right back in, ready for use. I piled it high and shot a small flame into it, letting it ignite and start burning.

It needed time to warm up.

With a few minutes to spare, I plopped my chunk of vibranium onto the ground. The giant chunk of anti-magical metal. Ironic that I stored it in my magical storage, but technically, I would sort of wrap it up in a pocket of space and deposit it into my ring rather than actually performing magic on the thing.

I took out Greed—my poisonous anti-mage sword.

Truthfully, even I was getting a bit concerned with this thing. It wasn't something I would normally make, but often certain needs trump personal preferences.

All the work I put into it so far, if one day it could stab right into the chest of that bastard, then I would consider it time well spent.

I set the sword on top of the metal chunk and crossed my arms, hoping for something to happen.

Was I expecting it? No, but I think I'm allowed to at least try the most direct—albeit stupid—method of adding Vibranium to my anti-mage sword.

Logically, of course, simply placing Greed on the chunk of metal wasn't going to have it eat up the thing.

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to smelt the Vibranium, probably sort of... half cast it over the sword itself so it can 'consume' it properly.

"Oh my, I haven't seen smoke coming from here in a long time."

I glanced to see the Ancient One at the entrance; she wasn't alone; Hela was with her too.

Now that I think about it, I and the Ancient One sort of just...abandoned Hela to find Jeanne.

Whoops.

"Are you going to attempt to smelt your vibranium?" Hela asked, specifically using the term for it we were familiar with.

"Yes?"

"How amusing; it will be fun to watch you fail."

I scrunched my nose. "How do you know I'll fail?"

"Do you think this forge of yours can produce the heat needed?" She scoffed. "And what's this weapon? It gives me a vile feeling. But something strangely familiar."

Both she and the Ancient One were looking at Greed.

"It's poisonous." I replied. "It's made of Goblin Silver—it contains a very concentrated concept of greed, and it can take in things that make it stronger. I've fed it all the poisons and venoms I could get my hands on. I was going to add Vibranium to it."

"She speaks the truth." The Ancient One chimed in. "It's unlikely you will be able to smelt it here. It's unfortunate; I would have loved to see this old forge get some use."

"Then how do the Wakandans do it?"

"I believe they use some sort of sonic frequency that seems to destabilize the metal enough to become malleable."

Hela scoffed again. "How primitive. Such a wasteful method; it would ruin the metal, making it less upon forging."

I was confused for a moment, then I took out the Vibranium Spear that I had cut in half when I visited Wakanda, setting it on top of my giant chunk.

Hela unceremoniously grabbed both ends of it, inspecting the weapon. "It's not poorly made, surprisingly. But it's a substantial waste of such a good resource. They had to compensate for the fact that they made their own Vibranium 'destabilized,' as she put it. Compared to a properly forged piece of the same stature, I wouldn't even call it half as good." She tossed it back down like it were trash.

Hmm, learn things every day, it seems.

"Then what do you suggest?" She was apparently the expert here.

She raised an eyebrow, seemingly taken aback by my question. "You're asking me for assistance?"

".....yes?"

I don't know why that caused her to pause like that.

"I'm afraid I never learned the intricacies of weapon crafting." Her tone...was more gentle? Less haughty and commanding compared to normal. She had an air of authority to her; even in casual conversation, it felt like her words carried a certain commanding aura to them. But here, she was oddly soft-spoken. "If it were me, I would simply take it to the dwarves of Niðavellir. They are the greatest smiths in the universe. And with the Star Heart they utilize, melting it would be simple."

"Star Heart? What's a Star Heart?" I asked, unsure of what she meant by that.

Hela furrowed her brow. "The remnants of a star after it dies, the heart of it that remains."

"Wait, are you talking about a neutron star?" I asked her incredulously.

"If that's what you call it here." She shrugged. "Their forge is built around it and utilizes it to light their forges."

I stared at her, my mouth wide open.

That was one of the most awesome—but absurd—things I've heard in a long time.

And honestly, I fully believed her, despite how ridiculous it sounded. Why would she make something like that up?

"And they'd help me?"

"Oh, no." She laughed. "They dislike outsiders by nature; they despise demons."

I felt my eyebrow twitch. "Thanks, you're very helpful."

She grinned a little; I think she was messing with me intentionally. "Very well, there is another way if you're so inclined."

"No stars I need to use for this one?"

She rolled her eyes. "Simply steal the Eternal Flame from the All-Father's vault; it possesses enough heat to raise the dead, much less melt your metal."

"Are you doing this because I said you smell?"

She looked at me expressionlessly, but I could read her.

She was definitely fucking with me because I called her smelly.

Though, she had been helpful. I did learn quite a few things that saved me trouble. And now, I did have an idea of what I could do; I formulated a few hypotheses that I could test out.

I wonder if Dragon Fire is good enough.

And conveniently, I did know of a good smith and a good forge that could handle that sort of thing.

"Are you intending on attending the dinner invitation that Asgard so gracefully delivered?" The Ancient One asked, completely ignoring the whole topic of my metal and forging.

I suppose she had her own purposes for finding me again.

"Don't want more Bifrosts being dropped on Kamar-Taj?"

"I would very much appreciate it if Bifrosts opened upon my temple and remained to a minimum." She said dryly.

Yeah, yeah.

"So...how angry do you think Odin is going to be?" I asked, Well, to either of them.

"For what? Taking the Casket and the Destroyer, or setting a Dragon loose on Asgard?" The Ancient One questioned in return.

"You did what?" Hela nearly screeched.

Right, that's about what I'm expecting.

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"Are you ready?" I hummed as I heard Jeanne in the other room.

"Almost ready!" She called back.

Time had passed rather quickly; well, it was a single night. The letter was very...direct in that it wanted us there the next day.

In a normal situation, a request without a proper warning or time given to prepare was seen as extremely rude and inconsiderate.

In this instance, I'm assuming it was more displeasure that laced the intentional faux pas.

Jeanne came out of the room a moment later; she was wearing that same dress again.

She looked absolutely stunning.

She wanted to look her best, she said.

Urge to kiss rising.

Though, instead, I took her hand and spun her gently as her dress twirled with her. She let out a little giggle as she ended up in my arms. "I'm conflicted."

"About what?" She looked up at me smiling.

"Do I like your dress more or your booty shorts more?"

She gave me that look again and hit my shoulder playfully. "Are you ready to go? I know you'll love it; it was beautiful, Wilhelm! I could see the stars, and there were other bright colors, and the castle was enormous and golden!"

"Well now, don't spoil it." I booped her nose.

As much as I was...not happy about a 'family dinner,' Jeanne was excited, so I would do my best to keep myself playing nice.

"Should we just portal over there...?"

"Um, I think it might be more polite to have Heimdal bring us over?" Jeanne responded. "And you never got to ride on the Bifrost before!"

True, that did sound interesting.

I took Jeanne's hand and opened a portal, but not to Asgard. It was out in the middle of the desert again, not far away from where we were in the United States.

I specifically did not want to have the Bifrost land in Kamar-Taj again; that would be exceedingly rude to the Ancient One, who had been nothing but a phenomenal host for us thus far.

"One second." I took out my phone and sent Agent Coulson a message that we would be taking a Bifrost ride to Asgard and not to worry, along with the estimate of where it was going". He didn't respond just yet, but I think it was more than enough effort on my part. "So how does this work?"

"Mr. Heimdal, can you please bring us?" Jeanne asked politely, looking up at the sky.

It took a moment, but I could see time and space get twisted as the familiar pillar of rainbow light crashed down on top of us.

It was...disorienting.

I could see the universe being bridged—no pun intended—by creating a hole in space-time and the Bifrost acting as a connection to link two spots. It was less like being washed down a stream and more like someone throwing a lasso around you and yanking you to another spot.

Though strangely, it wasn't horrible. It was nowhere near as bad as the method by which the witches and wizards where Kunou is learning use their method of 'teleporting.'

I would take this any day of the week over that nonsense.

It was very fast, mostly because distance was immaterial. I had a faint feeling that the time spent inside the Bifrost didn't change but a few moments regardless of where it shot out to.

Despite my knowledge and experience with this sort of thing, I couldn't just eyeball everything that happened. We were moving at something like the speed of light, and as I said, it was disorienting.

A moment or two into the pull of the Bifrost, I lost my presence of mind, and we were deposited out onto a hard floor, nearly stumbling forward.

I looked up, hearing the clanking of machinery, and the vast array of magical energy that wafted off everything nearby.

"Welcome back, Princess."

"Mr. Heimdal!" Jeanne smiled brightly. "Thank you for the help."

"It is my duty." He smiled back. "And be welcomed, Wilhelm Schweinberg, guest of the All-Father."

I looked him over; he was a head taller than me, thereabouts. He wore golden divine armor, but my eyes were drawn to his sword—I could feel the divine nature of it. A divine construct if I've ever seen one.

Lastly, I looked him in the eyes.

He stared back into mine.

From his tone, he was a lot less...enthusiastic about my presence compared to Jeanne.

He did something; it was as if I could see into the vastness of the universe through his gaze. The birth and death of stars, the currents of the cosmos, the mechanisms by which the universe operated, and strived for each day.

I felt myself twitch.

Was I being bullied?

This felt like the equivalent of doing a handshake with someone, and they squeeze really hard.

Though, it wasn't me who responded with contempt.

I heard my Zanpakuto Spirit snort dismissively, and spiritual power surged into my eyes. The familiar sensation of when I use my Shikai to release my Zanpakuto, my eyes now changed for a brief moment.

He wanted to use the vastness of the universe in his gaze to intimidate me; I let him have a look at the infinite.

The Kaleidoscope surged.

And he was the one who blinked.

His intense gaze dissipated, and my eyes returned to normal.

"Be welcomed." The God said again, but it held a firmer tone of respect this time.

Did I pass some sort of test?

I shook my head, not bothering with it any longer. There was no need to think too deeply on it; this was Asgard, and I knew how the Norse gods operated. Hidden schemes or agendas? No, if Heimdal had a problem with me, he'd much sooner tell me with his sword or fist.

"Why are boys so bullheaded?" Jeanne huffed, clearly having some idea of what happened.

Heimdal chuckled, and I found myself cracking a small smile.

I had a moment now to take in the surroundings more. We were in a strange circular building, a mechanism running throughout it that I couldn't quite discern by a quick glance alone. Though, outwardly, I could see what Jeanne meant before.

We were certainly not on Earth anymore, and it's not like a sub-dimension. It was another spot in the universe.

It was beautiful.

It took a bit of effort to tear my gaze away from it as Jeanne grabbed my arm. "Look, there's Asgard!" She called, pointing the other direction.

There was a sort of bridge, a rainbow bridge...funnily enough, that led to a large golden city in the distance.

The bridge itself, well, it reminded me of how my Mirage was crafted with various metals running through it like circuits to help facilitate the magics I needed to cast.

Actually, putting together some of the evidence, this whole thing seemed like a large, scaled-up version of my Mirage.

How interesting.

Across the bridge, we could see someone flying fast; accompanied by the boom of thunder, Thor slammed into the ground just outside the building.

"Sister! You have come!" He looked happy to see her, even more for that matter. "And my friend, you join her; welcome to Asgard."

"Hello, Thor!" Jeanne waved at him enthusiastically.

"Friend now? Not 'Demon'?" I questioned.

He chuckled a little awkwardly. "Tis rude of me to refer to you in such a way after all the help you provided. I have had...much to think about these past days since we last met." There was a hint of melancholy in his tone.

Well, I suppose after shoveling shit together, friendships are born.

"Come, both mother and father await your arrival, dear sister. And you as well, my friend. With better tidings, I would have given you a warm reception and a tour of Asgard, but my parents were most insistent on...meeting." Thor spoke. "Come, follow me." Without warning, Thor shot off into the air and flew away.

"Um...."

I turned to Heimdal. "Does he not know that Jeanne can't fly?"

There was merely a ghost of a reaction from Heimdal, and if he were alone, I believe he would have facepalmed. "Please forgive the prince. Due to the actions of Loki, he has had much on his mind and weight in his heart. He means well, and it is no intentional insult from him."

"You can just say he's an idiot; that would be enough of an explanation." I snorted.

"I believe the Midgardians have a saying."

"And what's that?"

"If the shoe fits."

Okay, I liked Heimdal.

"Jeanne, would you like a lift?" I offered her my hand like a polite gentleman.

"I would be delighted." She returned, acting with 'proper etiquette' as she placed her hand into mine.

In one swift but gentle motion, I scooped her up into my arms and used several bursts of Shunpo to catch up with the idiot prince.

We had skipped over a considerable amount of Asgard, much of what I would like to see when we had time.

I found him standing at the large gates before the giant castle.

Though, oddly enough, there were quite a few craters, burnt buildings, and otherwise destroyed walls.

Thor stood there, looking awkward again as we arrived. He cleared his throat a couple of times. "Mayhaps, I had forgotten to deliver upon you the horses as is proper to guests arriving by Bifrost."

"It's alright." Jeanne was quick to dismiss it. "We're here now. But...what happened?" She looked around.

"Tis certainly a question to ask, my dear sister. My father was beside himself upon awakening, and my mother was fraught with bewilderment." Thor pushed open the large gates, and I now knew what he was talking about. "For it is not every day that a dragon comes to visit Asgard."

Lying down in the middle of the courtyard was Ddraig.

He was snoring loudly.

There were hundreds of Asgardians around the perimeter, looking as if they were ready to make a move if Ddraig did anything.

Ddraig seemed to wake up upon our arrival. Just lifting his head and yawning made all the Asgardian soldiers tense up.

"What say you, my friend? You wouldn't happen to know why a dragon attacked Asgard, would you?" Thor looked at me.

Jeanne looked at him, looked at me, then looked at Ddraig.

"Will." She put her hands on her hips.

Ddraig and I shared a look; no words needed to be spoken between us for us to know what the other was thinking.

"I've never seen this dragon before in my life."/"I've never seen this person before in my life." Both Ddraig and I spoke at the same exact time.

Nailed it.

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Non-Canon Omake: The Little Spider, Part 10

Arachne was having fun.

While she usually enjoys spending her time fighting or training or doing things of that nature, that didn't mean she didn't enjoy things that normal girls her age did.

Truthfully, she didn't have many friends her age. It was hard to make friends when your parents were such high profile individuals.

"What color should this one be?" Percy asked, holding up Aunt Raiden's signboard.

"Use the purple for that one." Arachne told him, going back to her own as she painted Aunt Tiamat's signboard.

She and Percy were currently painting the seven signboards that would now alternate on the Ares Cabin.

And Arachne was having fun.

At this point in time, almost all of the campers were afraid to go near them. Despite many of them sneaking peeks or watching them from a distance, they dared not get too close.

Despite the chaos happening both in the godly realm, and within the camp, Percy and Arachne were simply painting. It was ironic considering that it was the most 'normal' camp activity they could have been doing right at this moment.

"Don't you want to spend time with yer mum before she goes back?" Arachne asked, still painting.

"She's talking to Mr. Brunner – erm Chiron right now. The car got blown up on the way here so she kinda needs a ride back to the city."

"Why not ask yer da to help her?" Arachne looked at him, holding her hand out as Mr. Burberry came floating over. She happily began to rub his head as he positioned himself next to her.

"....I can do that?" Percy looked up in surprise.

"He's yer da, why wouldn't he? And he must've liked yer mum at some point." Arachne pointed out. "The cabin is a temple, so ya can just pray to him there when ya get the chance."

"Huh." Percy took her advice at face value and nodded.

He was still acclimating to everything that was going on. To him, the fact that Arachne turned into an Angel temporarily was no stranger than anything else that was happening. So he didn't share any of the same reactions that his fellow campers had.

Though, their quiet play time didn't last long as two shadows appeared above them.

Both Arachne and Percy looked up to see who joined them, and they both recognized the people.

"Oh hey, Annabeth and Luke, right?" Percy named them from memory. It wasn't that long ago, but a lot had happened since then, so it wouldn't be surprising if he forgot.

"Hey, Percy and..... Arachne." Luke spoke up for them, though he had to force out her name and he looked up at the sky, worried he might get smote from a certain Goddess.

Arachne just grunted and went back to her painting.

"Need something?" Percy asked.

"....kinda." Luke said awkwardly. "We – " He scratched his head, seemingly having trouble finding the words.

"I asked Chiron and even prayed to mom, but everyone's refusing to talk about what happened." Annabeth spoke up.

"Talk about what?" Percy asked.

"If there are other gods." Annabeth was blunt.

"Well...yeah?" Percy looked at Arachne. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Thats...that's not what I meant. I mean, they haven't clarified anything, and I've never heard about any gods other than the Greeks existing."

"What she means to say is that, all this time, we've been led to believe that our parents and Olympus are the only ones around. Well, the Greeks in total, the Underworld too and all that..." Luke recited, not forgetting to include the underworld gods. "And after the...fight, a lot of us were questioning things."

And that wasn't even going into the fight itself. They were hesitant to even bring it up after seeing what happened. A faint fear towards the young girl after watching her fight a god-enhanced Clarisse.

"Are ya stupid? O' course there are." Arachne rolled her eyes. "Why would there be other religions if they were the only ones?"

Arachne was starting to feel like her half-sister and cousins were a bit on the stupid side.

"There are other Pantheons!!" Annabeth exclaimed, hearing it so directly, she felt like a whole new world opened up.

Arachne, however, frowned, ignoring her outburst and standing up quickly, looking around.

"You have good instincts." The Goddess Athena appeared and it seemed like a shimmering golden barrier appeared around them.

"Mom?" Annabeth called out to her.

The Goddess gave her a rather detached smile and focused on Arachne instead, eyeing her curiously. "You must have trained a lot to notice so quickly."

"Me mum taught me." Arachne grunted, sitting back down. "It's just a simple Bounded Field, any half-decent Magus would notice right away."

Athena didn't comment on her phrasings, but she filed them away for later.

She then turned to Annabeth. "It's not that I didn't want to answer your questions, it's that we're not allowed to speak of it. If you had risen up the ranks and became someone important to Olympus, you would have eventually learned the truth."

"S-so why can I know now?" She asked.

"We're not allowed to tell you about it, if you learn it yourself, that's a whole other matter." She smiled wistfully. "Though, I would suggest you don't spread it around, Zeus may get angry even if it's not technically against his decrees."

"But why keep it a secret?" Luke asked as well. "It's a pretty big deal, isn't it?"

"Nothing good comes from intermingling between Pantheons. It's happened in the past and has caused many problems." She looked Arachne's ways. "It's explicitly forbidden for any of you to interact with other Pantheons intentionally, now that you know."

"But...why does she get to?" Annabeth pointed at Arachne. "Clearly, she's doing that, right?" There was an obvious amount of jealousy in Annabeth's tone.

"It applies to her as well." Athena said calmly.

Arachne, however, let out a laugh, causing a weird tension as Athena frowned, watching her daughter laugh at her words.

"That was a good one, I'll have'ta tell me da later." Arachne wiped away a tear at the corner of her eye.

Truthfully, Athena didn't really have much ground to stand on, but she was trying to play a few games to see if she could pin her wayward daughter down without resorting to other means. If her daughter atleast acknowledged the 'laws' then that was a step in the right direction.

She also didn't want to further push her Daughter away despite the other gods hounding her for answers. And despite her first instinct to demand answers herself, she realized the logical course of action was the soft approach.

Not only that, but there was a fine line she needed to walk when it potentially involved other Pantheons. They had enough problems within their own Pantheon without another coming to cause a commotion.

The immediate incident with Ares cabin was already enough to cause everyone to freak out. Though, Ares oddly said that he felt a bit more clear headed recently, not even realizing that he had been muddle headed beforehand.

".....how is Wilhelm?" Athena asked.

"Da is doing alright." Arachne said bluntly, not elaborating.

"Wait, mom. If other Pantheons exist, then why havn't we run into other Demigods? Surely we should have notice one or two when they're being chased by monsters, right? That usually causes a big commotion when it happens." Annabeth asked.

Athena, once more, frowned. But before she could answer, Arachne began to speak.

"That's only a Greek thing. Well, a Greek and Roman thing." She said as if it were a casual thing.

"What?" Luke was the first to respond to her, his tone not betraying the hint of anger that quickly flashed across his face.

"My da told me about it, it's a curse or somethin. Demigods still smell like good food to monsters, but only you lot get the worst of it." She explained more.

"Why are we just hearing about this now?" Annabeth asked. "Obviously, I know the story and everything. But if it's only us, then there should be a way to fix it, right?"

"Well, duh. It's a curse." Arachne looked at her with the same look from earlier. "Do ya really know nothin about magic despite being a demigod?"

She wasn't trying to be insulting, it just seemed to foreign and odd to her that her half-sister had absolutely no idea how things like this worked despite being a Demigod.

Athena kept a stoic face up despite being annoyed about the topic of the conversation. She had no plans on letting this get out, but apparently her daughter had different goals.

"Mom!?"

"It's complicated." Athena said vaguely, not elaborating.

"So they let it happen?" Percy asked, looking towards Arachne. At this point, he basically trusted every word that came out of her mouth.

"Yeah." Arachne responded.

"That's pretty messed up." Percy frowned himself.

Athena resisted the urge to smack her own face.

Both Annabeth and Luke stared at Athena with mixes of shock and betrayal.

Arachne noticed her 'mothers' expression, or lack thereof, and faintly she could get a sense on her thoughts.

And it made her smile.

Though they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a horn reverberating through camp that made everyone look towards the source.

"What's that?" Percy was the one to ask.

"Its –" Annabeth paused because she noticed that her mom disappeared, pursing her lips, she continued. "It's the horn for alerting everyone that Lady Artemis and her Hunters are back."

"Is there like some kind of big thing we need to prepare for?" Percy asked.

"No, it's just to give everyone a chance to get out of their way." Luke pursed his lips. "Sometimes they can be a bit....aggressive."

"Like Clarisse?" Percy asked again.

"No, like, if you're a boy, stay away from them." Luke cringed a little. "There might 'accidently' be an arrow flying your way."

Arachne blinked and found herself annoyed at the presumptuousness of those 'Hunters'. She remembered how her Aunt Atalanta spoke well of her friends and Goddess from her life, but it doesn't sound nearly the same here.

Annabeth seemed mentally preoccupied with something else though. The way she was looking at Arachne, her emotions were obviously in turmoil.

Why did she get so much of their mother's attention when she was brand new?

Annabeth had been training and praying to her mom for years, she was one of the more experienced with the camp, coming here when we was little. Yet, the newest sibling of hers waltzes right in and her Mom literally descends just to speak with her openly.

However, she was quickly able to put a lid on those emotions, focusing on some more important things. Oh, she had a lot of things she wanted to know, but she was start slow.

"If it's a Curse like you said, does that mean you're not effected?" Annabeth asked her.

"The smell thing?" Arachne got up, wiping her hands clean. "Nah, a still smell good ta them." She said. "Never bothered with it. If a monster wans' to come and fight, then I'll kill it."

"You can remove it but you choose not to!?"

"Ya?" Arachne tilted her yead.

"Are you insane!?"

Arachne considered her question and genuinely might have answered yes. Truthfully, what sane 14 year old girl would intentionally leave a 'curse' on her to lure monsters her way for life and death fights?

Well, it couldn't be said that she wasn't her mother's daughter.

Seeing her confused, Annabeth bit her lip and forcibly stopped herself from screaming in exasperation. "What if they attacked your home, your family? What if you're sleeping?" These all seemed like logical things she would take into consideration as she was also a Daughter of Athena.

"There aint a monster dumb enough alive to come attack mah home." Arachne spoke as if it were an obvious fact.

"There's that arrogance..." Luke muttered under his breath.

It was no secret that Athena's Children sometimes had a bout of arrogance that sometimes blinded them.

Annabeth snapped her head at him before turning back her half sister with utter bewilderment. "You would bet your family's safety on your own pride?" Even at her worse, Annabeth wouldn't put her dad's safety to the test like that.

Arachne looked at her and started whole heartedly laughing. "I aint unconcerned because of myself. I aint concerned 'cause there aint no monster alive that could threaten me da or mum."

"...what?" Annabeth looked at her. "Isn't your dad human?"

Arachne snorted. "Don't know why everyone thinks that."

Annabeth didn't know what to make of that, nor did anyone else listening. It was just one more question ontop of a mountain of others that were continuously piling up.

"What about....spiders?" Annabeth whispered the last part, her hands unconsciously clenched as she said.

"Spiders?" Arachne repeated,confused. "What 'bout them?"

"How did you deal with that curse?"

"We're cursed with spiders?" Percy's eyes widened.

"No, not Demigods. Just children of Athena, you know because of her namesake." Annabeth pointed at Arachne. "Which is the whole reason her name is ridiculous."

Arachne was confused for a moment before she recalled something. "A remember when I was a girl that some spiders were attacking me at night when a was sleeping."

Annabeth's eyes lit up. "Me too. Everyone in the cabin is the same. My dad never believed me and they put me in therapy because they thought I was imagining things!" She felt like she finally found some semblance of normalcy when it came to her half sister.

"A think me mum just cast some magic around the house that stopped any spiders from coming inside before they fixed it. A don't really remember, but a think they mentioned 'fixing' that?" Arachne scratched her head.

Annabeth just stood there, mouth open.

However, Arachne felt a twinge of sympathy for her half sister. Her Da told her that blood doesn't make one family, but she also shouldn't be closed minded towards blood that she hasn't met yet.

She had no love towards her 'mother' but that didn't mean she had to be cold and aloof to any 'siblings' of hers out of spite.

"Do ya still have tha problem here?" Arachne asked her.

"In the camp?" Annabeth shook her head. "No, this place stops all that. But it's still a problem sometimes outside." She shuddered slightly.

"....a can make ya a mystic code to help keep spiders away." Arachne figured if it were just normal spiders, a simple Mystic Code would suffice.

"A what?"

"Oh, like the glasses you made me!" Percy added on. "She made me magic glasses that fixed my dyslexia" He said proudly.

"Wait, you can fix that so easily?" Luke looked at them both with eyes wide. "Why is everything we're dealing with such an easy fix and no one's bothered to help us!?"

Luke felt like the world he knew was turning upside down.

"Children." Chiron came trotting over with a bit of a pep in his step. "You've been summoned to the big house."

"All of us?" Luke asked, his mind snapping back into focus.

Chiron let out a sigh. "Yes, all of you. Percy, that includes you as well. And I advise you all to be on your best behavior. It's not just Mr. D that's there right now, but Lady Artemis has returned."

"Why me?" Percy asked. "I'm kinda a nobody here..?"

"It's...complicated. It involves your birth more than anything. Don't worry, you personally have not done anything wrong." Chiron reassured him.

"I'm bringing Mr. Blueberry." Arachne said, not bothering to reject him even if she didn't want to go meet whoever it was that was calling for her.

But it made sense to her now why her 'mother' suddenly up and disappeared without a word.

They all had to do a double take as Arachne lifted up the fish creature that was easily twice the size of her, up over here head and carry him with ease.

In fact, the Ophiotaurus was wiggling in her grasp with a big smile on its face, like it was the most fun thing in the world for it.

"...very well, let's not keep them waiting." He knew a losing battle when he saw one.

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It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Big House, it was a simple trek up the hill even if it was a lot of stairs to climb.

As soon as Arachne entered, she set Mr. Blueberry down and sniffed the air, something grabbing her attention. When no one was looking, she quickly cast a spell to make Mr. Blueberry take on her form.

She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and whispered to him to take her place for now, she was going to look around.

The big fish nodded happily, keeping up with the others, as they were completely unaware of her departure.

The inside was deceptively large. Perhaps larger than it should be, but considering that a god lived here some parts of the day, it wasn't too strange.

She continued to sniff the air, the fragrance leading her around the corridors. And if it were any normal time, she would have made note how they were shifting and moving with each step she took.

It was as if she were stuck in a maze.

However, her nose did not lead her astray.

She finally found the source, what appeared to be an office, and inside the God Dionysus blinked, looking at her at the threshold as he held a decadent glass bottle of wine in his hand and an empty cup in the other.

Slowly, while keeping eye contact with her, he poured himself a drink.

And very quickly, the young girl was up against his desk, looking at it longfully. In fact, she began to reach for the glass bottle.

Dionysus, noticing her, frowned and used his godly powers to warp the room. Everything twisted around her, the desk became larger and longer, even as she poked her head over top and reached for it, it seemed forever out of her reach.

"Okay, seriously, can't you take a hint?" The God of Wine finally snapped his fingers and returned everything to normal.

"A want it." She pointed at the bottle of wine.

The god opened his mouth once before closing it again. "How did you even find me? I specifically made it so any brats would get lost in the hallway. It's bad enough that I have to deal with all you, but my dear sister also brought her annoying brats with her too."

"A smelled it." Arachne stated.

The god twitched silently. Both from annoyance and a hint of genuine admiration. "Can you even handle your drink?"

"A am scottish." Arachne said proudly.

"Right, you were." Dionysus acknowledged that. "You know, if it were anyone else, you would have already been turned into a dolphin for even reaching for this bottle. But....and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am grateful to you. So, for a once in a lifetime opportunity, I will let you taste a drop of my specially brewed wine."

"A drop?" Arachne pouted, crossing her arms.

"Do you think I'm being stingy? Little girl, I am the god of wine and revelry, I wouldn't ever dissuade someone from drinking, unless it's my drink of course. But this is a specially crafted vintage that took me over a thousand years to perfect. This is one of my greatest vintages yet and I was saving it for a special occasion."

He of course thought that getting out of his punishment was worth the celebration.

However, every word he spoke just made Arachne want it more.

"Trade." Arachne finally said.

Dionysus raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you have something worth trading?" he found himself laughing.

Arachne set a bottle on the desk opposite of him, making his laughter abruptly stop. "Asgardian Mead."

"....." Dionysus wasn't sure how to respond. "Okay, I take back my words. But –" He held up a finger. "-- as good as Asgardian mead is, and I have had it before, my wine is much better."

He didn't even question where she got it from. He saw her make an Odin signboard for Ares cabin and could do the simple math there.

Though, he was eyeing that Asgardian Mead rather greedily. It wasn't every day that someone just dropped a bottle of it in his proverbial lap.

He almost snorted when she set a second identical bottle down next to it.

"Look, it's not a matter of quantity, but quality." Though if she set down a few more, he might pour her a glass.

Arachne frowned and knew she had to take out the big guns. "A got something special I....found from me da's stash." Arachne didn't steal it, certainly not. She set down a different bottle, and Dionysus sat up, his eyes snapping wide open as he stared unblinkingly at it.

"What...is that." He whispered.

Arachne smiled. "Me Aunt Grandma made it. She likes to experiment with different things to make different drinks. This is a fruit wine she made from a bunch o' different things, including a Peach of Immortality and a Golden Apple.."

Dionysus would admit, there was a little bit of drool coming from his mouth as he nearly snatched the bottle from the girl's hands.

"If I weren't already married...." Dionysus whispered. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but little girl, you got a deal." He pushed his own wine across the table towards her and hastily took the fruit wine as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

It was hard to put a 'value' on wines like this, but to each of them, they both had 'more of the same' when it came to their respective wines, so they each valued the other enough to consider it a trade in their own favor.

Arachne carefully put it away as well, and she was about to put away the Mead, but Dionysus stopped her.

"Wait, what do you want for the mead?" He asked.

Arachne grinned again. "Whatcha got?"

Dionysus also cracked a smile. "I think we're going to get along just fine."

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Arachne left his office with a big smile still on her face.

She had enough now that she would have souvenirs to bring back for everyone to share.

She found her way back to the others, where they had gathered by sensing Mr. Blueberry. And as soon as she entered, all eyes landed on her.

She also noticed that Mr. Blueberry was no longer disguised.

Chiron gave her the most flat look imaginable.

However, she focused more on Mr. Blueberry who was looking at her with sad eyes, thinking it 'failed' his mission.

She gave him a reassuring hug to let him know that he did a good job.

Once she looked up, she realized that everyone was still staring at her, and an awkward cough from Chiron let her know to start paying attention.

"Thou must be thy child of Athena." A girl Arachne didn't recognize called to her. "I am Zoë Nightshade, and I come here with my Lady. You are graced with the presence of Lady Artemis, Goddess of the Moon, Hunt, Maidenhood, and Children."

Arachne looked to the person she was gesturing to.

A younger-looking girl with auburn hair and silver eyes. If Arachne wasn't paying close attention, it would have been easy to overlook her as a Goddess.

"Kay." She responded simply.

Zoë Nightshade furrowed her brow, not expecting the lackadaisical response. "Thou will showest respect or –"

"It's alright, Zoë." Artemis cut her off. "You have been the talk of us gods recently. I personally came here because you caught my attention."

"Thou hast been given the most gracious of honors." Zoë added. "Thou hast been personally visited and invited by the goddess herself to join the Hunters of Artemis. Tis an honor that very few have ever received."

"...what?" Arachne blinked.

"You will join an elite group of maidens that tend to the Lady. You will join us for hunts unimaginable. You will learn beyond the means of the mortal kin. You will be bequeathed with never knowing the frailty of old age. And most important, thou will have the honor of serving the Lady for all eternity." Zoë recited.

"....."

Artemis was smiling goodnaturedly, and while Zoë kept a stoic demeanor, they both had the presence that it was a matter of fact that she would join agree.

"What say you, child of Athen?"

".....the fuck would a want any of that for?" She looked at them like they were idiots.

Very quickly, the temperature in the room plummeted.

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A/N

Wilhelm meets Odin for the first time in the next Chapter, and some blanks are filled in on what's happened to Asgard since Ddraig arrived and all that.

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