"Jesus! Did you have to drag me here Ninz!" "Yeah! Now come on! Sit next to meee.... Why is the class frozen?" Ninz was right, the entire classroom was frozen solid. The teacher, class mascot, the floor, walls, ceiling, desks, everything. "Holy shit! Is the professor frozen!?" "Well... It's probably a prank. He did say we were experimenting with liquid nitrogen, so maybe this is an example of what it can do..." "Then why did the professor freeze himself?" "Maybe it's just an ice sculpture." "... Dare me to knock it over?" suddenly, as Sam said those words, the statue began to blink! "HOLY SHIT!! DID YOU SEE THAT!!" "Okay, maybe he froze a machine!" "No! The professor is frozen! Come on! We need to help him out! He could die! Don't worry Mr. Sparrow, we'll get the blow-dryer! To the Theatre!" Sam and Ninz quickly ran off to the theatre room, seeing that other rooms in the school had also changed! Rooms throughout the school had either morphed completely, experienced drastic temperature changes, or had giant pillars extending from them. The theatre was left untouched. "Alright, the theatre looks safe! Come on, we might find Qinn's blow-dryer!" They opened the doors to the theatre and checked the drawers. "I found it!" exclaimed Ninz. "Alright let's..." he paused. "What is it? Come on, we don't have much time!" "Don't you hear it? It's coming from the stage. Maybe it's the others! Come on! Maybe they know what's going on!" "Sam, nothing is going on! It's probably a really, REALLY elaborate prank! Listen, I don't care! You can check it out if you want, I'm going to help Mr. Jack!" she sped off back to the Chem. Room. "You do that," he yelled at her. He proceeded to walk towards the backstage. The voices were unknown to him. He hid behind the curtain and heard over the conversation. "I must say Helel, your brother did a fantastic job! The Tartarus towers are a really nice place to look on what's going on!" said a deep male voice. "Well, you know how Luci is, he likes to impress me. So tell me Erebus, how did you manage to convince Our Lord to let you do this?" said a soothing female voice. "Well, the old man still owes me for convincing some villagers to chase out the Olympians. I think they're hiding in a cave somewhere in the woods. Oh well, with the humans tearing down so many trees, I don't think it'll take that long before their found!" laughed the deep masculine voice belonging to someone called Erebus. "I don't think you should be so mean to them Erebus. May I remind you that I was human once." said a calm controlled voice. "See, Posthumous, this is why I don't like you. You're the only one with a weak link! I'm a fucking god! Helel was the leader of the nephilim! Have you seen a nephilim?! Those things are fucking huge! Not to mention they're still the second strongest order of angels!" yelled Erebus. "Erebus..." said Helel. "Yes, my lovely?" said Erebus in a sarcastic tone. "One: don't call me that ever again. And two: don't be mean to the poor kid, he's still learning. We can't just disrespect him and expect him to learn." explained Helel. "Fine, but I won't like it" sighed Erebus, "Now, shall we greet our visitor?" the curtains began to lift, exposing the over-hearing Sam. He froze as he looked at the three beings before him. "What's wrong? Erebus, what did you do to the poor boy!" yelled Helel. "I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, hello, there! The name is Erebus, and these are my companions, the pretty one is Helel, and that other guy is Posthumous. Glad to meet our first test subject." said Erebus with a malicious grin as he extended his arm towards Sam.