☿♃♄♅♆♇♈♉♊♋♌♍♎♏♐♑♒♓Larina Patricia, One Half of the Whole,☿♃♄♅♆♇♈♉♊♋♌♍♎♏♐♑♒♓ "I am destruction incarnate." Just inside the camp borders, a loud rumbling could be heard. Amongst the trees a small black rift was tearing itself open. Roars of the most unholy things could be heard from the pit. Gorgon screeches, minotaur bellows, even the screeches of the Kindly ones. But what came out was a girl familiar to the camp. Larina Patricia, the original leader of the camp. She was nothing like her old self though. Sure, she may have still been wearing the Argentine Soccer jersey and the ever present jeans, but her physical appearance was off. Her eyes, normally a calm brown were pitch black without even a sliver of the white, even darker than the deepest pits of Tartarus. Her normally unkept brown hair was straight, somber, and nearly as pitch black as her eyes. Round her wrist she carried Revenge, the chainblade that had torn apart hundreds of demigods the week before. And her beautiful smile that had once meant happiness for the entire camp was gone. Now the Destruction Incarnate had been released, and almost nothing was going to be able to stop it.
Following her from the rift stepped monster after monster, and the tide didn't seem to stop. Larina had brought an army from the depths of Tartarus, to destroy all Olympus had to offer.
"Find my brother, bring him to me. IF HE'S INJURED at all in the process, trust me, your punishments in Tartarus will have seemed trivial. Leave no other demi-god alive. Bring their order down with the might of Chaos."☿♃♄♅♆♇♈♉♊♋♌♍♎♏♐♑♒♓
