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Malice's POV:
I saw the blade swing coming closer and closer to myself, I shut my eyes praparing for the blow that never came. I never felt a thing. A blinding white light consumed my vision and I blacked out. When I woke up I was standing in an all to familiar cavern. Black obsidian sculptures lined the path going through pitch black gates. In fron of the gates was the three ehaded gaurd dog, Cerberus. I was in the underworld. I was dead. A breathy, hollow echoing sigh escaped my lips and I walked towards the place I would spen the rest of eternity in....The underworld, problably in the fields of punishment. When I got a bit closer I noticed a black shape at Cerberus' feet, and I knew emediatly who that shape was....One of the few who didn't hate me, the one person who didn't fear me (and he's a total dumbass for not fearing me)....Nico Di Angelo. And damn did he look good in low light....Wait what the fvck am I thinking?! I'm dead now! I can't love someone....Anymore....I stepped through the pitch black gates into Hades. I passed Cerberus and Nico. Cerberus tried to block my way, sniffing me, trying to lick me. Cerberus always loved me. When I'd go to the Underworld he'd beg me to play with him, cause Nico didn't before. Nico looked up and his face when even more pale than usual. "Mali...Malice?" He asked, his voice hoarse and quiet. I nodded, a silver tear rolling down my cheek. Without a word I walked away, not wanting to see anyone else.
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I woke up screaming. Percy jumped and ran across the cabin to my bedside to try to comfort me again.
"Luci!" He called, sitting down on my bed and pulling me into his arms. "You had the nightmare again didn't you?" He asked, his voice soft and comforting. All I could do was nod and curl up into my older brother and let the tears fall. Now, I being Lucifer Malicia Seton, toughest chick in camp half blood, never cries. Ever.
Except for when I see my death, remember it, feel it, relive it in my nightmares.
My best friend, Alex, and I had dueled once....I tripped when I went to block and feign, and she killed me. Of course it was an accident, but I just couldn't let that go. Alex still thought I was dead. She wan't at camp at the
present time and oh when she gets back, she's in for a big surprise. And mabey a trip to the infermery.
Percy told me Alex had cried and tried to save me when it happened, and I believe him. But once you hurt me, or kill me....It'd be a miracle if I ever forgive you.
Oh you're probalbyl confused, you see I'm a legacy of Thenatos, so I automatically get three lifes to live. I get reborn as you could call it. But I managed to persuade some gods and all that to get my old body back, so I wasn't someone else. Gods, that would totally suck if I was reborn as some random demigod dude.
Anyway.
After a few minutes I stopped crying and had calmed down and shoved Percy off my bed and onto the floor. He cried out as his back connected with the marble floor and I laughed. He swore in greek and stood up.
"Dang Malice...You're so mean to me.." He muttered, pouting and looking away. I rolled my eyes at his childish actions.
"Percy....You know I'm mena to people, you should be no execption." I said in reply.
"Oh I do know...." he muttered and crawled into his own bunk. I smirked sadistically. Oh yes, I fvcking OWN Percy. OWN HIM. He was almost like my biitch actually. He does whatever I say and doesn't get slapped in return.
Pretty good deal in our eyes.
But I loved Percy more than anything. I owed him so much.
My life actually. He saved my life. And I owe him my happiness also.
Confused? Yeah, i thought so.
When i first came to CHB, I was antisocial, lonely, angry, depressed and suicidal. Extremely so. Everyone avoided me. Except, Percy. The damn boy fvcking approached me, burst the buboes and damn it all, made me.cry. not that i didn't cry a ot already.
Back on topic: when everyone avoided me, Percy stepped forward and comforted me. Saved me from.suicide and helped me get a hold on.my depression. It took about a year, but i could finally smile again. A real smile, not one.of the fake ones.id wear or a smirk. A real, genuine smile. At about the same.time, he introdused me to Nico Di Angelo, and that was when my fear of people kicked back in. I truly did like Nico, he wasnice to me,.funny, he really was great. And I just couldn't stand to be around him. Why, if i liked.him so much, would i want to stay away from him at all.costs? I had been cursed. Cursed, sothat everyone i cameinto contact with either suffered a great tragedy or died. This was the same year, hell even the same.month, that his sister Bianca died. It was my fault. Er- the curses.....but its my curse. I killed his sister. And all i did was breifly meet him and have an asshatty uncle who cursed me. FML.
Seriously, someone fvck my life and then kill it. Very, very slowly so I can watch it suffer and die in a bloody mass on the floor, screaming in agony....
Wow, I went hardcore for a second there....Mmmmm, blood....
I licked my lips and shook my head vigorously to clear my head of violent and gory thoughts. I must have been smirking or smiling like a psychopath because Percy yelped and jumped back. I rolled my eyes and frowned at him.

"Seriously Percy, do I scare you that much...?" I asked. He nodded.

"M-Malice no hurt Percy...." he said. His impropper grammar bugged the shiit outta me but I ignored it for the time being. I rolled my eyes again and held my hand out to him. He grinned and grasped it. I helped him stand up and he pulled me into a hug.

"It's okay Luci...." he murmered, rubbing circles in my back comfortingly, "You're fine and alive now. Get some sleep, you'll feel better." his voice was soothing and I couldn't help but obey him. I nodded and layed back down in my bed. Then it hit me that he'd called me Luci. Tears sprang up in my eyes, Luci was what Alex had called me before the insident. Luci was what Nico called me.
Luci, was what my dead mother called me. Luci. Luci, luci, fvcking Luci! the last time she ever called me Luci was the day she died....

'"'Luci darling, mamas gotta go to work now." she said, smiling down at me.''
I was four at the time. "Okay Mama, I'll see you when you get back. I love you." I said, hugging her one last time before running off to my room. I felt her''
sad eyes watching me go. "Goodbye Luci...." she murmered and left. Later
that day, there was a shooting at the hospital she works at. Someone
had brought a gun and started shooting. My mom had jumped in front of a bullet
to save an old man. All that night and every single night for five years, I cried.
I cried myself to sleep for months. Dad would try to comfort me and act as if
he wasn't angry at me, because we all knew it was my curse that got mom killed. Every night, I would dream of my mother. See her face, tan and thin
as she stood dressed in all white. He curly brown hair flowing down to her shoulders and a calm smile on her full lips. Mama was beautifull. Dad says I look a lot like her, but Im just an ugly organism in this world. The smudge on the canvas. Every night, I woke up screaming because when Id step closer to mama, she would glare at me and scream at me in anger. It was always about my curse, me being worthless, useless, hated, unlovable. Every night I woke up screaming and in tears.

That night, I dreamed of mother. She was screaming and in tears. Angry at me. I woke up around 3 am in tears. I didn't scream or thrash, or ask Percy to comfort me. I only sat there in bed, curled with my knees to my chest and clutching the stuffed cat that she had made and given to me as a present for my fourth birthday.
The day she died, she gave it to me.
I looked down at the locket around my neck and smiled bitterly. I had a lock of my mother's har tied with a silk ribbon and stuck in the locket in front of a picture of her. I never opened it. I never looked at it anymore. The dreams made it unbearable to think about her. I stayed like that for a few hours, thinking about how Mama would still be alive if I where never born. How all those people whom had died because of my curse would still be alive and happy.
How Nico's sister would still be alive. How he would be happy.
At around 5 am, I was finally exhausted enough to fall asleep. It was dreamless, thank the gods, but when I woke up, I couldn't help but let out a choked sob. I was too afraid to get up, for fear that Percy might be dead, or hurt because of the curse. Of Annabeth might be dead.
But no, I sucked it up and got out of bed and stepped into the closet, pulling out my black jeans and tshirt and getting dressed. I threw on my trench coat and fascined my scythe to my belt before stepping out of the cabin. I walked into the mess hall place thing. And what, or who I should say that I saw made my jaw drop, tears flow into my eyes and anger boil inside me.

"A-Alex...." I stuttered and she just stared at me. She smiled, tears in her eyes.

"Malice!" she said and hugged me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I didn't respond, only stood there shocked.