Dead.

Dead. That's right. I'm dead. Let me introduce myself. I am Bianca Ariena DiAngelo. Daughter of Hades and Maria DiAngelo. I am a ghost; a current resident of Elysium, The Underworld. I love my brother, Nico, who idolizes me. He is the best brother. I have lived in the Lotus Hotel and Casino for about 70 years. I am still 13 years old, though. My father always thought that I would succeed, as opposed to Nico. This is my tragic afterstory.

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"No, It can't be! Dad? Nico!" I yelled. Dad's chariot was descending into the underworld. "Hey, Bianca," screamed Nico. "Long time, no see!" I followed the chariot into Dad's palace. "Did, uh, did you..." I trailed off worriedly. "We succeeded," boasted Hades. "Filthy Demigods," murmured Demeter. "They could use some cereal! Good riddance!" Nico pulled me out of the palace. He started blabbing about how he fought Kronos's army. All of a sudden, a terrible yelp was heard. "Mrs. O'leary!" shouted two familiar voices in usion. "Annabeth! Percy! What are you guys doing here?" said my brother happily. "Quick! Girl! Help!" shouted Annabeth. I leaned over Mrs. O'leary. "Oh My Gods," I said. Mrs. Oleary was nursing a baby hellhound. The problem was, the dog had two heads. "You mated with Cerebrus, didn't you, old girl," grinned Percy.

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