(Those who are wondering why this is updated I fixed some things in one of the chapters.

Thanks for that very helpful anonymous CC review.

That was real helpful and I will be applying those changes soon!

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Good reviews, all.

I must say, however, I am a bit disappointed. My other fics are crap and they get a lot more reviews.

It's almost not worth it to write quality.

As for the person who went into the names, good job.

I named Devorah after Deborah in the bible.

I named Bruno after the Boy in the Striped Pajamas (Pyjamas? British Variant, I think) because of his childish innocence. Kudos to all. Enjoy this as one of my finer fics. Btw, I will use the tetragrammaton in respect to all Jews out there. If you don't know what that is, it is the symbol for God (YHWH) but they feel it is too holy to properly say God's name.)

"Lord Zeus, we must inform you of an attack..."

The King of the gods let the report drone on. Attack here, attack there, Hades destroyed this, Hitler destroyed that, Nemesis was rallying up the Japanese again, siding with Hades, Hades, Hades...

"Get out of here, Damn it!"

He raised his master bolt with rage and blasted the messenger clear off Olympus. Zeus always remembered the plastered look of horror, etched on his face, forever wandering what he did wrong. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Damn him, damn that Hades.

"Melina, get over here."

The maid approached him with anxiety, careful of every word she said.

Hestia sat, unnoticed in the corner, tending the flames with an iron poker. She sensed the distress of the King, but kept silent. She would speak when the time was right.

"And where the hell is my daughter? Why is she late again! Damn it, can't anyone obey my command?"

As to enforce his point, thunder rang out through all of Olympus. He snarled in frustration. Could anything else go wrong?

"Melina, did you get a ship for my grandson?" he asked with annoyance.

She swallowed nervously.

"You mean Einstein?"

Zeus roared with impatience.

"Of course I meant Einstein, wench! Who else?"

Athena rushed into the throne room, armor askew. She was panting, her hair in a tumble and her eyes lit with storm.

"Father-"

"Where the Hell have you been? You never come when I call you and-"

Athena shook with rage.

"FATHER!"

"How dare you interrupt me, you-"

"We need to get out of here! Now!"

Zeus looked at her with a strange gaze.

"What?"

Athena straightened her armor and helmet.

"The Axis. They did it. They crossed the river."

Zeus opened his mouth in shock.

"How? We had all these troops-"

"I don't know how. But they did. We need to get out of this place."

Zeus stood back in disbelief.

"Impossible. We still have these forces surrounding Paris and..."

"FATHER!" Athena screamed. She had had enough of her father's childish games! She clenched her fists, gray eyes ablaze, and gave the King a piece of her mind.

"Get your head out of the clouds! Er..."

She realized the stupidity of that statement, but continued anyway.

"You know the troops can never withstand this attack!"

She pounded the strategy table, sending hundreds of tiny Axis and Ally figures and encampments flying across the room.

She looked her father square in the eye, unafraid, and squinted with dead seriousness.

"Those troops are on the move and fast. Paris will fall. In three days or less, Paris will fall, and so will Olympus!"

She recoiled, with seething rage at her utter helplessness.

Zeus couldn't believe this. Hades was winning. Hades was winning the war! He said nothing to his daughter, turning away, but Athena wasn't finished. She took out a map and laid it across the table. Zeus sighed in defeat.

"Please, daughter, not another map..."

Athena ignored him. She was his golden child; no one else on Olympus could speak this way to him and get away with it.

"We need to move."

Zeus winced.

"How? How can we move in three days?"

Athena looked up coldly.

"I'm an architect. Hephaestus will help. We'll rebuild Olympus."

Zeus sighed and let his daughter ramble. He was too tired for words.

"The heart of the West is in America now. Besides, it's isolated and we can regroup there. If we rouse the Americans, surely they will fight. Hardy group, those Americans. We have to pick the location of the New Olympus."

Zeus frowned.

"What locations are available?"

Athena pointed to the map.

"There is San Francisco, Washington D.C, New York City, and New Orleans."

Zeus sighed. Who cared?

"Pick as you wish, my daughter."

Suddenly there was a frenzy of activity. Minor gods, demigods, major gods, rushing to and fro, packing their precious possessions and running madly about. Panic was everywhere.

"Paris has fallen-"

"What the hell!"

"No, not yet-"

"We can't just leave-"

"Empire State Building? Where is it?"

"Damn Hades-"

"Who the-"

The voices began to buzz in his ears and Zeus groaned in irritation, slamming the throne room door shut.

"Melina, did you make sure Dr. Oppenheimer and Einstein are scheduled to meet?"

Melina nodded.

The fire slowly weaned in the corner. With a great sigh, Hestia put out the final flames as Olympus' reign in Paris ended.

"Damn him, damn him..."

He blasted a vase. He blasted another.

Why did he have to put up with this?

"He killed my son, my Reizel's son, and he expects me..."

Zeus just screamed in rage and frustration. Why? He was king, king of the gods and he had to put up with this crap! From his own brother!

"Love."

There was a soft murmur from the corner that caught Zeus by surprise.

"Negligence of love. Hades chooses his love carefully; but his family refuses to show him love he deserves, and destroyed his only son (No one quite knew about Bruno). And so he was driven to madness. You can't be negligent with love and send people in the dark. It would make anyone go mad."

Zeus had zoned out at the word "love." He had remembered someone else, and had not listened to the rest of Hestia's wise words. As she turned away, in bitter sadness, she realized that this negligence would someday go against them. She heard the King softly speaking to Melina.

"Reizel..."

"-No word- Heart of enemy territory..."

Their words were barely audible.

Hestia shuddered.

"It is within you, my Lord. You have that love within you. If only you could show it."

Only Hestia never neglected her duties of love, with the exception of maybe Artemis. Even Aphrodite was negligent. She was truly the goddess of lust, not love.

Hestia someday would find that she was right; the negligence of love towards demigods would someday cause a war that made this one seem like patty cakes.

Yes, Hestia never forgot.

After all, it made her the Last Olympian.

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Devorah knelt in the garden, staring up at the cold moon, hidden behind a cloud of water vapor. Or perhaps there was more to its content.

She buried her head deep again in those hands of experience.

There had been a time where she had been desperate to run; to escape the perils of Berlin. She was shocked that they had not been deported yet; today her only friend, Julia, had been taken away. To Auschwitz. Not Birkenau. The Auschwitz.

She would never see her friend again.

Well, perhaps in Tartarus.

She knelt down and weeped for those poor unfortunate souls, who thought death would bring them relief. She knew there was little for Jews on the earth or below it; and she did not even want to think what awaited her; a Jew and a daughter of Zeus.

Her mother prayed everyday to her husband; but there was no reply. Reizel was stunned; how could her Lord forget her? How could he be so negligent?

Now she knew there was no escape, none. She couldn't leave Berlin, and her mother had never ending faith in her husband.

Devorah was convinced he had abandoned them long ago. Just like he'd abandoned the Jews.

And then there was this... Romance. With Bruno.

What on earth was she thinking?

She couldn't make sense of her emotion. Bruno was just so... Refreshing. He didn't seem to notice that the world was crumbling in around his ears. He didn't seem to remember that their fathers were mortal enemies. He had lived on that promise he had made as a child and couldn't seem to shake off youth. His spirit could not be dampened. But she had to admit, she was worried.

A gypsy had once told her her future was written on her hands. But all Devorah could see was the past. The wrinkles of time all over her palms. Then again, she could envision the future chains of despair laced across her wrists, the cuts she would receive from working in the mines. Many of her piers did not believe ill would fall upon them, but Devorah knew. She knew that the guardian of hell would do his best to recreate it on earth.

The moon was so cold.

So, so cold!

Devorah was strong and not usually emotional. But she could hear the cries of her people.

"Oh, God the almighty YHWH, how we praise your name..."

She raised her broken voice and sang with them.

How lucky they were, to have a God who cared for their well being, who had a paradise waiting for them. How lucky they were.

"God praise his name, almighty YHWH! God praise his name!"

She broke down on the steps.

She would give anything to have a God like that. The God of her people.

Her gods had the temperament of children. Their anger and boredom caused no end of misery for the mortals of earth.

"Almighty YHWH..."

She was ashamed.

She was ashamed to be half god.

She was ashamed of her heritage.

Damn them all to Tartarus.

She heard the gate creak and instantly she felt warmth surround her and the affection of a pair of loving arms. She held his hand, grateful for the presence of Bruno.

"DiDi... Please, now what is the matter, dear?"

She sobbed on his shoulder.

"They took Julia today. They're taking them by the boatload."

He clutched her head to shoulder gently, trying to mend her despair.

"Come now, please don't cry so much. It will all turn out."

Bruno always said that. He always said it would all turn out. But reality had slammed into Devorah: she couldn't hide from it anymore.

"No, Bruno, no it won't. Nothing can save me now..." she cried. Bruno was distressed. Why was she always so emotional?

"Maybe... Maybe you could talk to him, and he could help me..." she whispered. Bruno arched an eyebrow.

"The Kapo officer? No, he hates me-"

"Your father! Idiot!" Devorah snapped. Bruno stepped back in recoil. DiDi winced. She hadn't meant to snap.

"Forget it. It's suicide going to him. I'm a daughter of Zeus AND a Jew," she said regretfully.

There was silence.

"My father... He hasn't spoken to me for a while," Bruno said softly. Devorah pouted.

"No, he's too busy sending millions of us to our deaths."

Bruno stepped back. Devorah had been ranting on, but he wasn't sure what she was talking about.

"What? What are you saying?" he asked.

Devorah turned to him sharply. Impossible! He couldn't be that clueless, could he? Why... How? Could he possibly not know that this war was all his father's fault?

"Don't you know? Don't you know, Bruno? What happened to Ralf? And Yechiel?" she said, bewildered. Bruno shook his head.

"Mother never told me."

She opened her mouth in shock. She couldn't believe Nadia would hide it from him. Then she looked at his face: it was simple and confused. Somehow, she understood now. It was pure innocence: a pool full of water, a landscape full of snow, where she didn't want to step and leave a mark. She didn't want to touch that innocence and destroy it forever. Yet, she knew it was her duty, now. She swallowed and muttered,

"Bruno... Ralf died. Your father went insane and now he hates Jews... He opened a chasm in the earth, the way you did there-" here she pointed to the crevice in the ground where the minotaur had once fallen- "and swallowed up my brother. He...He killed my brother."

Bruno was taken aback.

"No...No, how could he?"

He looked so utterly hurt that it broke Devorah's heart, but she continued as quickly as possible to get it done and over with.

"Bruno, he started this war, don't you know? Hitler... Hitler is your brother!"

Bruno's mouth hung open. To think all this time he had been royalty. But... Yechiel...He had always considered Yechiel to be his best friend. Even more than Ralf, his own brother. Devorah turned away.

"And now... now he's taking out on my people! Jews are being taken away every day-"

Bruno looked up.

"To the day camps?" he asked.

Devorah stared at him blankly.

"What?"

"To the day camps?" he repeated.

Devorah scoffed.

"How- How... How can you be that clueless, Bruno? Don't you understand? Your father is the keeper of hell! Do you really believe that propaganda?" she was almost screaming now.

"Don't you see those clouds? Don't they look rather dark to you? Do really believe that the Jews are going to day camps?"

Bruno didn't know what to say. He still didn't quite get it.

"But...what is he doing? What is he-"

Devorah stomped her foot in frustration.

"He's killing us! He's going to murder every Jew on this earth! He's going to burn us alive and fill all of Germany with ash cloud! He's-"

"No!" Bruno yelled.

"No, you're lying stop it!" he screamed.

His father couldn't have done this. He just couldn't have. He didn't kill Yechiel. He didn't kill Jews.

"You can't hide from it, Bruno! Don't try and-"

"Shut up!"

Suddenly the ground opened into a chasm yet again. Devorah screamed and fell over backwards, but luckily Bruno was alert and managed to grab her hand before she fell in.

"Bruno! Oh my gods, Bruno, help me! Don't let me die, no, not yet, Bruno help me!" she cried. Bruno pulled with all his might until she finally had been hauled over the side.

They sat on the edge, panting, still shaken from Bruno's accidental power usage.

Suddenly a german man yanked Bruno away from Devorah. He had been attracted by all the yelling, and seeing him on top of her, he grew furious.

"What do you think your doing, lad? What is Germany coming to! A Kapo officer, of all people...Miss, are you al-"

Then he saw the yellow star imprinted on her clothing. The man stuttered.

"Oh...Oh. Carry on, lad."

With that he left.

Bruno cried out loud on the ground.

"Oh, Devorah, it's true! They can't even respect a Jewish... My father...why did...oh..."

Poor Bruno was overwhelmed with the possibility that his father had caused all this hatred. No one deserved to be treated this way.

Devorah looked down into the chasm.

"Let that remind you, Bruno. Let that remind you of your father's power."

Bruno said nothing. He couldn't believe this.

Silence reigned for a while.

When Bruno finally stood up to leave, he wiped a tear from his cheek and handed Devorah a book.

"Here. Here, I got you one since you said you couldn't get any books."

Devorah smiled. How sweet of him. She read the cover with amusement.

"Sense and Sensibility."

Devorah had read this one a thousand times, and she knew the moral of the story.

You needed a little logic and sense, as well as emotion and sensibility to have a perfect relationship.

( Wow... That chapter was horrible and it moved way too fast. I don't really have time to fix it though, maybe I will later. Enjoy everyone.

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