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вЂњTrust me, my Lord, Achilles will be your teacher.вЂќ Achilles disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty, opened grave and a few soggy fries behind. Nico felt the connection between his powers and the grave break forcibly. вЂњIвЂ™ll talk to you in a couple weeks, and see what your answer is then.вЂќ

There wasnвЂ™t a hint of fear in AchillesвЂ™ face as he stared down Minos. вЂњThen I will move you into Punishment, taking effect immediately.вЂќ

вЂњTechnically IвЂ™m eighty.вЂќ Nico muttered under his breath (the insane part was starting to seem a little bit too close for comfort), andВ whether for good or for bad Achilles didnвЂ™t take notice ofВ him. вЂњWhatвЂ™s the point in teaching him? I canвЂ™t remember one child of Hades who didnвЂ™t end up going insane either.вЂќ Beside, Hades children have never lived past their twentieth birthday.вЂќ AchillesвЂ™s voice was cold, and his image flickered. Not like that even matters with immortal gods. вЂњвЂOnly living heirвЂ™-what a load of shit, Minos. вЂњHe is the only living heir to Lord Hades, I would treat him with more respect.вЂќ Nico couldnвЂ™t remember when was the last time he had more than one meal in a day. Nico thought, but AchillesвЂ™s observation wasnвЂ™t wrong.

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вЂњI donвЂ™t have to do anything for you, much less teach a random kid how to fight! He looks so malnourished that he couldnвЂ™t even pick up a sword.вЂќ I need you to train this boy in the best of sword-fighting.вЂќДЄchilles sputtered, at both Nico and Minos. вЂњIвЂ™m afraid itвЂ™s not a request you can decline, more like a mandatory part of your service. вЂњHmm.вЂќ MinosвЂ™s eyes flickered over to where Nico was standing quietly, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the two legends. вЂњNot like guarding isnвЂ™t the punishment.вЂќ вЂњKeep in mind, Achilles, I can send your soul to the Fields of Punishment if I so desire, so I would like you to watch your tongue around me.вЂќДЄchilles crossed his arms. вЂњI donвЂ™t believe thatвЂ™s any of your business, Minos, but while weвЂ™re on the subject, howвЂ™s your wife doing? And the bull she was cheating on you with, is he doing fine as well?вЂќДЄ sharp and dangerous look appeared on MinosвЂ™s face for a few seconds, before the fire settled in his eyes. вЂњStill havenвЂ™t seen Patroclus?вЂќДЄchillesвЂ™s jaw tightened. вЂњHello Achilles, how is guarding the Underworld working out for you?вЂќ MinosвЂ™s voice was kept light and conversational, and Nico stepped back a bit from the open grave where Achilles was hovering, and away from the bickering spirits. Achilles was tall and broad and practically glowed, a true Greek warrior. Nico looked at the ghost, still impressive despite his death thousands of years previous. YouвЂ™re here.вЂќ Achilles sounded particularly unimpressed. Nico chanted the Greek under his breath, quietly asking for the specific soul to rise (in this instance, Achilles, since Minos has a bone to pick with him - which was MinosвЂ™s words, exactly, what an awful pun), and felt a little bit of warmth drain out of him as the disgruntled ghost appeared from the bones. Questions meant yells, yells meant вЂlessonsвЂ™, and lessons meant Nico would be trapped in a room slowly filling up with sand until he was able to find his way out (again).

Nico wasnвЂ™t quite sure how a ghost was able to lean on something, of all things, but wasnвЂ™t too inclined to question it. Minos watched him with careful eyes, leaning against one of the unkept tombstones. Somewhere along the coast of Washington, Nico poured two bottles of coke and a bag of greasy fries into a newly opened grave.В вЂњItвЂ™s not for me anyways.вЂќ He told himself, as he wrinkled his nose at the smell.

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