Annabeth POV

If I said it hurt, then I would be lying. It didn't hurt except I could tell that it did, just somewhere very distant.

It was dark all around me, yet it wasn't I could feel an aura of warmth around me.

Is this what it is like to be dead? Or is this what it is like to be nothing?

The warm fuzzy feeling started to fade as I could see little details emerging into my conscious. I took a little while submerging myself into my surroundings.

I sat in a chair, so soft that it felt like I was sinking into the filling. The chair was covered with a thin layer of animal skin. The texture of the skin as I ran my hand across it sent goosebumps to my skin.

The room that I was in seemed cozy enough, the room was compact but not suffocating, a small fireplace flickered in the center. The warmth of the fire smoothed the goose bumps that formed when I ran my hand across the chair.

The walls of the room where old, the brick walls were so cracked that it seemed like the whole building was pieced together like a puzzle. Then it was glued together piece by piece.

I got out of the chair and walked to the wall, I put my hand on it, instead of the bumpy texture I was expecting it was as smooth as freshly polished granite. I scrunch my eyebrows together debating how it was possible.

Maybe there was a thin layer of glass across the wall. If that was the case, I was somewhere that belonged to someone very rich.

Not many people can afford glass, every fewer can afford to in case an entire room with it.

Across where I was standing I could see a polished mahogany door with a slick gold handle. Besides the door, there was a small desk with a single framed picture, as I walked closer towards the frame the picture shifted.

The current one was when I was 4, my grin was as big as the moon as a laughed while my dad carried me on his shoulders. I raked through my memories but I didn't recall anyone painting that moment.

I move my arm towards the door handle and my fingers brush against the shiny material. When I opened the door, I was transported into a crowded hall full of people. They were all lined up in single file as if they were waiting for something.

There was a tall ceiling, no, it seemed like there wasn't a celling at all. You could see the nighttime sky shining upon through where the roof should be. The room was lightly lit though from some strange balls of light attached perpendicular to the wall.

There were multiple lines, some of them longer than others. The one that called to me the most was the one that had the most minimal amount of people. Above the line was a hovering board of wood, engraved with the following letters:

D-E-M-I-G-O-D-S

There was a single person in the line, a huge (Guessing)18-year-old boy with a dark complexation. A scowl was painted onto his face and he had muscles like a knight, and hands like gigantic mitts which had calloused all over them, I'm a summing from working in the armory all day because he has ash scattered across his clothes.

The person at the desk smiled at the boy as if he had met him before, "Hey, Charlie! I'm glad you became a demigod this time, your last life was a mortal and it was such a pain."

Charlie just looked at the man confused as if he had no idea who he was talking about.

I'm still studying him as the person on the desk motioned him through the third door -that was on the very right-and Charlie disappeared. The person on the desk took out a book, put his legs on his table and started reading. He seemed like he was in no hurry like he knew there wasn't going to be much "demigods" whatever they are.

Someone taps me on the shoulder, as they do it sends a shiver through my body- a chill runs down me- giving me goosebumps.

I turn around round hastily, as I come face to face with a tall man. He's lean and muscular, with a regal face, honey gold eyes, and black hair flowing down his shoulders. His skin is the color of teakwood, and his dark wings glimmer in shades of blue, black, and purple.

As soon as I face him something clicks inside me -I feel like a should have known him- there was something pulling on me, telling me that I have seen this person before. From the looks of it, I could tell that whatever he was he wasn't human.

"Are you Cupid?" I suddenly blurted out feeling stupid.

His voice was soft, like a newborn baby that could somehow magically talk. "I guess you could call me his distant great-great-grandfather, you can refer to me as Thanatos. Through people nowadays usually call me death."

I could feel the color slowly draining from my face, as my ears heat up in embarrassment, death just taped me on the shoulder, does no one else realize how creepy that it?! Wait, if he is death why is he so hot?

If he had noticed the color draining from my face he didn't show it, he just stood there- he didn't smile or frown, he had a perfect poker face sketched on.

"The fates would like to talk to you before you proceed to your judging."

I nodded my head quickly as if I had known what he was talking about, I had no idea who the fates where but they sounded important. It would probably be a good idea not to offend them.

He led me through the hallways, as I followed him deeper into the building the less crowded it got.

I took a deep breath, working up my courage. "Where are we?"

He smiles for the first time I have noticed as if I was an oblivious child. "You're dead, where do you think you are?

I hesitated not knowing how to answer.

He just rolls his eyes, he shakes his hands and moves them down in a semi-circle. "Welcome to the underworld, would you like a welcome party. It would only cost one lost soul." He said he faces perfectly serious but, his voice was dripping with sarcasm.

He stops us at a door at the end of a hallway, it was an old wooden door. There was a freshly polished handle just waiting to be opened.

"Here is your stop, good luck," Thanatos said. "Don't die, oh wait, sorry you're already dead."
I feel a soft pop behind me, "So what am I supposed to do?" when I turn around to ask him he was already gone.

When I face back the handle, the handle was creaking as it was slowly opening its self.

"Come one in dearie" I hear a voice say, no multiple voices, they seem to echo off of each other.

I take a deep breath, controlling my heart rate. What's the worse thing that can happen, I get killed? Oh, wait. I'm apparently already dead.