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Nico Di Angelo
 Posted: Dec 17 2017, 05:47 AM
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Percy Jackson

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He hated everyone.

He hated Percy Jackson, he hated Camp Half-Blood, he hated his father, he hated the gods and demigods, he hated the hunter that had convinced his sister to join their sisterhood, he hated the stupid centaur, he hated the darkness, the shadows... and he hated himself. He hated himself for being weak, for not being able to save his sister, for trusting someone just because they had saved their life. He... he had put the life of his sister at the hands of a hero, thinking it would be completely impossible for Bianca to get wound, not even with a scratch. Percy was invincible, he was brave and he wasn't afraid of anything, he could overcome any obstacle that made itself present, and he would win against any evil which lodged in his way. Percy could protect her. Percy could keep her safe from the clutches of monsters.

Oh, he was wrong. Oh, he had been naive. Oh, he had been guided by his feelings.

He hated Percy Jackson, he hated the hero he had admired, he hated the hero who had saved their life at first... but for what? If then he wouldn't even bother to save his sister. He could have let them die, he could have them rot. Since after all, Bianca already lay dead, and all Nico wanted right now was to die, he wanted to accompany her in death, plunge into an eternal sleep and never wake up. He wanted to not feel a thing, he wanted to forget. The pain was too much, it was unbearable. His heart shrank, his eyes burned, due to all the tears that he had poured out... I swear that he should have stayed dry, but tears kept coming, followed by wetting his pale cheeks, still reminding him that she wouldn't return.

She wouldn't return holding a handkerchief, she would not return to dry his tears. He was alone and disconsolate. He was alone and frightened. He was alone and needy. Nico needed his sister. He needed her warm, he needed her love, he needed her kisses, he needed her sweet words, those that always made everything better... he deeply needed his sister, but he couldn't have her back, because she had slipped away, and the dead, should stay dead. He felt so empty and inconsolable. He felt like an empty shell... without her, what was the point of living? Without her nothing made sense, without her nothing would ever be the same, without her his world would come down, he was sure of it.

But Minos wasn't consistent. The ghost that he had found after escaping from Camp Half-Blood had taught him the art of revenge, and Nico planned to use it. He planned to retaliate against Percy Jackson and his friends, he planned to make them suffer as they had made him suffer. They would pay... even though Minos, who claimed to be the Ghost King, still wouldn't let him act, saying that it was too soon. Nonsense, his words and the idea of ghosts. The idea to talk with them. The idea of being the only one who could see them. Nico knew beforehand that he and his sister were children of some God, but all the time that he had been in the Camp nobody had claimed him. Now... now he didn't need explanations, because he knew very well who was his divine father.

Hades, the God of Death.

The voices had told him. The voices that began to whisper in his ears after escaping, the voices who refused to leave him alone. They were trying to convince him to join them, they whispered him threatening things and Nico... he couldn't come to understand it, he couldn't come to understand where the voices came from, who owned them. Perhaps he was going crazy, maybe the loss had been too hard to support it. But Minos believed different. He had told him that they were spirits, spirits who wished for his alive soul to join them.

The boy still didn't know what powers did he possessed, but whichever they were, they were were out of control. The grass to his around always ended up withering, the shadows seemed to cover him like a blanket, as if they wanted to protect him... the earth trembled, threatening to reopen a crack. He was scared of what he could do, he was scared of what could happen... Although all uncertainty disappeared when he heard the news. Zoë Nightshade had died. He had felt it, he always felt it when someone left the world of the living, and believe me, it wasn't a nice feeling, but she, the girl who had claimed his sister... She was dead. She was in the underworld. She was within his reach. As soon as he found out how to get to the Underworld. Minos had told him that he could travel between the shadows, shadow-travel, and Nico had thought that was utterly impossible. But being the son of a God also could have seemed impossible before.

After several failed attempts that ended up in the wrong places and in several faintings, he managed to master his skill, at least a little, and was able to travel to the Underworld, where surprisingly he didn't pass out. He was tired, and that place... it was cold and inhospitable. But what could have been expected of the Underworld? Minos had indeed decided to accompany him on the trip, and Nico was grateful for it. He was the first person after Bianca who seemed to want to help him. Seemed.

He was what felt like hours strolling around the place, feeling the eyes of the ghosts sticking in his back, many of them even starting to follow his person, perhaps guided by his aura, his kinship, or the smell of death that he exuded. The son of Hades wasn't worried if he had people following him, as the only thing that he cared about was getting to the girl who had been the cause of everything. And he did, he arrived, he found her. She was the same girl who he had seen after having been saved from a monster. The same girl. The same culprit. Nico felt the anger burn inside, it wanted to leave, he wanted to make her pay for what she had done... but he couldn't, she was dead, he couldn't do anything, although his heart wanted so. The boy was silent for a few seconds, his fists tightened, his teeth and jaw clenched, his eyes wild-eyed... his white cheeks still stained by the tears that had recently been shed. He wanted to die. "You...".

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 Posted: Dec 29 2017, 05:40 PM
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Maybe there was a white light for some people, a tunnel that emptied into somewhere else - that one could see in that brief flicker between the threshold of life and death. For Zoë, though, it was almost instantaneous. One moment she had been in the arms of the goddess she loved, loved without restraint in the final moments of her life - the next she was lying flat on her back. Her first conscious movement was to close her fingers around her bow in a sudden first breath as her eyes shot open, staring up at...nothingness. She was up in an instant. She was dead - dead - but there was only one thing on her mind. "Bianca?" The hunter spun on her heel. It was bizarre. Her wound may have healed, the poison from dear Ladon seeping away - but she was not as strong as she once was, not as fast. It was like walking through treacle compared to what she was used to. "Bi - " She stopped and looked down at herself, at her hands. Normal strength, normal speed. She knew what that meant, and yet the name of her sister in arms died on her lips, another woman's name on her tongue instead. "Artemis," she croaked. Her voice broke and she moistened her lips. She wasn't a Hunter anymore. She had been stripped back to being a nymph - just a nymph, no longer her lady's handmaid, her second in command. The enormity of it suddenly hit her in the face. Oh, she knew she was going to die as soon as that prophecy had been delivered to her, whispered past the lips of that dried husk of an Oracle. But the truth - the reality - hurt more than any mortal wound. Zoë's hands shook and she went to cover her mouth, staring out towards the darkness of the - of what must've been the Underworld. Oh God. She was dead. I don't care, she thought wildly. I don't care about any of that. Only Artemis. Always Artemis. And the Hunters. And the one Hunter who she'd - It was a distraction, a perfect distraction. The Hesperid looked around again with new vigour. The poor girl - she had to be here somewhere. And as long as she looked for Bianca she didn't have to think of the goddess she had left behind. "Bianca," she called again, weakly - her voice sounding thin and barren. It was hard to see where she was, what the Underworld really looked like. To Zoë it was just dark and cold, dim figures amid so many shadows. But it was the small shadow of a girl in hunting gear that she was looking out for. "Bian - " Zoë stopped in her tracks. There was a shadow here, she realised - a tiny one, who almost bled into the shadows themselves. It was like they were drawn to him, as though the darkness came alive at his presence. But for a moment she stared blankly, suddenly aware that she was in the land of the dead - that she was amongst others here. And the look he was giving her, almost of pure hatred.... "You're her brother." She struggled for words. "The - the - " She gestured with one hand. It was odd for her to feel so powerless, so without words. She was a Hesperid, a Hunter, cold and proud and so very very sure of herself. Yet not now. Not now. "The boy with the cards." She made a gesture as if fanning out invisible cards, remembering now where she'd seen him before. Back then her attentions had been on the girl of the two - the only part of the di Angelo set she was interested in, one who she was sure she could lift from the fate of becoming a wretched hero into something so much more worthwhile. But the boy - she remembered the boy, too. The one with the cards, the little statues. The brother. The one left behind. The look on his face was that of almost pure hatred - cracked hatred, splintered with the residue of tears. Any other day Zoë would've lifted her chin, met that gaze with one of her own. But it didn't come, and she couldn't even muster the power to step forward. She stood as if frozen. I don't know what his name is, she realised. She wasn't sure if she'd ever really been aware of what his name was...because I concentrated on Bianca. But if he was here - "How?" How. How was he in the Underworld, when it was the other di Angelo sibling who had died? Was it both of them? "Where is she? Bianca?" ADD.: Nico Di Angelo | WORDS: 800 | NOTES: ♛ Ames
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 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 02:28 PM
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Percy Jackson

Underworld

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it's dark inside
it's where my demons hide
To see her suffering, to be able to feel it and taste it would be enough revenge for many, even for him. For a child who has never wanted revenge, a child who had always lived happily and carefree, at least the little time he had really been living, and not trapped in time. He had never wanted revenge, he had never even thought about it... all he ever wanted was, he wasn't even sure. But he knew that any answer he might have given at the time would have been accompanied by his sister's name, by the name of the only person who ever cared for him, who had loved him.

The sister who had betrayed him, the sister who had left him behind without a second thought. Nico was angry with her, he was angry with Bianca. She had promised him that they would always be together and that they would face whatever adversity the world might present to them, and that no matter what would happen, as long as they remained united, the siblings together forever, until the end of days. Instead, as soon as she had been offered the offer of a new life, the offer to leave everything she had once known behind, the offer to fight and to be immortal and... he had been left behind. She had accepted, without a moment’s thought as to how he might feel.

She had broken her promise, she had abandoned him, she was going to join Artemis' huntress and he would have to stay alone in that Camp, without anyone, alone, abandoned, forgotten. But still, even with all the grudges he might have felt towards his sister, he wanted her to... at least enjoy that mission, her first quest. He didn't want her to leave, she was his sister and he wanted her to stay with him and never leave him, but deep down he knew he couldn't change her wishes either. So he decided to trust Percy, the invincible hero who had saved their lives in the first place.

Everything was going to be fine, everything was going to work, Bianca would be safe, because the greatest hero of them all would be there protecting her. It had been beautiful, the farce, the few days it had lasted. Then Percy, his hero, the person he still idolized, had told him that Bianca, the person he had promised to protect and keep alive, had died. Ironic. A daughter of Hades dead. And he, prey to his own pain and misery, had fled. He couldn't stay there, he couldn't face the lowlife liar who hadn't been able to keep his promise, he couldn't stay there, he couldn't stay there.

And now, standing there, looking at the person who had decided that having his sister on her team would be a good idea, the person who hadn't been able to save her either... well, let's just say his blood was boiling. For different reasons, of course. For his sister, but also for himself, since the hunter could only identify him as the boy with the cards. The cards. The stupid game, the figurines... the figurines for which Bianca had died, she had died because of him, she had died because he had been angry with her and she wanted to reward him somehow. And the worst part was, the worst part was that he was still angry at her... for leaving him alone, for dying and leaving him there, for everything that had happened. It was just plain unfair.

The boy nailed his dark eyes to the figure of the woman, her dead figure, he reminded himself from time to time, she was dead. And she looked exactly the same. He didn't know how she had died, he hadn't been there to see it, but he knew she had also made crumbs with his sister, or at least that's what he wanted to believe. After all, Zoë was looking for her, she was looking for Bianca, she was looking for his sister among all those diffuse faces that were gathering around them. Nico looked around, perhaps also with some simple and unrealistic hopes of finding his sister there, among all those dark figures, but none of them were her, he would know, he was sure.

"Nico" the demigod murmured, his voice sounding so tremulous, so broken... like a glass so fragile that with the most minimal contact it would shatter. It was worn out and hoarse, due to his incessant crying, due to screaming his sister's name at the top of his lungs, waiting for someone to answer, hoping that please something good would come out of it... but as expected, nothing good had happened at all. He had decided to give her his name, because he would not like to be addressed as the boy with the cards, not from her lips, not from anyone's lips. He wasn't even that boy anymore, that boy had died, he was gone and he wasn't coming back.

In response to her questions, the boy laughed humorlessly, a cold laugh without any feelings. He laughed mirthlessly. "An advantage of the children of Hades, I suppose" was all he had to say, that's all she needed to know. Now, there was a problem wit her next question. The problem was that he wasn't sure where Bianca was either. Minos had explained that it would be possible for him to invoke her spirit, but he had not yet done so, for he was not yet ready. Nonsense. "In Elysium, I hope," he muttered, slowly shrugging, tilting his head in her direction. Though, where they in Elysium? The huntress of Artemis should be there, they were all heroes, after all... Nico wasn't even familiar with the Underworld, he couldn't pretend he was.

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 Posted: Jan 20 2018, 07:44 AM
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Percy Jackson

Underworld

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Seeing her, just having her in front of him and looking at her appearance, hurt. She reminded him of Bianca, in appearance, for her similar clothes, for her similar hairstyles, for her similar personalities... she reminded him of his sister when she joined the hunters, she reminded him of her sister when he last saw her, she reminded him of the sister who left him behind, and looking at her, posing his eyes on her figure for more than a few seconds hurt him and it was difficult for him, but he couldn't help it either, he couldn't take his eyes off her, even if he wanted to. All he could do was stare, look at her seemingly fragile state.

Something odd to see, he must have admitted. The hunters, all of them, had seemed so confident when she had seen them for the first time, so confident and strong and it seemed that nothing and no one could make them break, but look at that, Zoë had ended up breaking her charade, she had ended up breaking her composure, and now she was far from being the hunter she once was. Of course, some traits were still there, you could see that she wanted to stay strong, that she wanted to get back on her feet and face that situation as an adult, without hiding, but from what he saw she was failing in that task, just like him.

He hadn't snapped yet, and he wasn't planning to, for that matter. Nico wasn't sure what he was planning, he wasn't sure what he was doing, but one thing was certain, he needed to see her. Perhaps in the vague hope that she was with Bianca, in the hope that he might find her, but from what he could see all his hopes had been in vain. He should know better, hope was hopeless ironic and useless. He had hoped in Percy, he had hoped, even had been sure, that such a great hero would keep her safe, but to have hope in one person, to trust them, was of no use.

"Hades, Lord of the Underworld" he confirmed, nodding reluctantly. He wasn't sure yet how to feel about such information, he wasn't sure how to feel about knowing that his father hadn't even bothered to claim him, even when he was in his kingdom, even though when surely Hades knew he was there. The powers Minos had told him he possessed, the supposed special abilities... everything was too much. At first it had been amazing, to be the son of a god like those who appeared in his game? It was like Mythomagic had become a reality, and he couldn't have been happier, but something had escaped him.

There were also deaths, there were always deaths.

The boy frowned as he noticed that Zoë took a step back, but said nothing. You know, he've never in his life wanted to scare anyone. He just wanted to make friends and learn more about the world around them, a world that seemed so small and unknown to him, for some reason. But now, after everything that had happened, frankly he didn't mind the detail of Zoë being scared of him, or at least that's what it looked like. If it was for the matter of who his divine father was, or if she was simply afraid of what he could do to her, he didn't care. True, he could do things to him, he didn't doubt it, the dead were dead, but they could still feel the pain. But he didn't want to hurt her, not now, not yet.

Now, Nico really hoped that Bianca would find herself in Elysium, it would explain why she wasn't around, but he couldn't prove it, he didn't even know how to get there. Doubt continued to bother him, the problem that Zoë was the one who should be there, in paradise. In the eyes of others, she was a hero who had died in battle, she had died fighting and protecting her friends, she should be in paradise where he supposed the heroes, the demigods, those who had fallen in battle rested. He could not say it with certainty, he admitted it, but Zoë should be there, and she was not, and he did not understand the reason for that.

Oh no, the apologies, the words that were nothing but words. "You should have seen it coming..." he repeated, nodding slowly. She also sounded broken, she also sounded worn out, downcast... but he did not allow himself to have pity on her. She didn't deserve it. She had snatched away his sister, he had invited him to join the hunt, she was the cause of everything and she didn't deserve any sympathy. Not from him, anyway. "Is that all you have to say?" asked Nico, clenching his fists. He was angry, angry that all she said was that. I should have seen it coming and I'm sorry. It was no use, they weren't going to bring her back, nothing would change that his sister was dead. "Why her?" His voice sounded close to breaking again, he felt like he was going to burst into tears, but he couldn't, not in front of her. "You had millions of experienced hunters to choose from, why Bianca? She, she-" while not doubting that Bianca could protect herself, he had feared for her life, because she had no real experience in combat. "Why?".


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Oh - the blame was with her, she had no doubt. She blamed herself for what happened. But to say it just seemed empty, hollow of sentiment, bereft of the agonising guilt. Sorry. What did that do? What did that say? There was no way of making those words sound better. ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ just sounded even more clinical. "I know. I know I should have." It was there in black and white and she’d missed it. For a moment Zoë looked to Nico with something almost close to hope. Maybe - maybe he didn’t…maybe it was wrong to say he didn’t mind that she’d been the reason his sister died, you never could just not mind. But maybe he understood. Maybe, just maybe, he knew how much she cared. Bianca was a child of Hades too. She was one of the most promising young huntresses she had ever met. Maybe Nico could turn out the same way - would realise everything she was trying to say. Really trying to say. She couldn’t have been more wrong. In the brief seconds between one sentence and the next Nico almost changed right in front of her. All of that acceptance - or what she thought was acceptance - had gone in an instant. The Hunter just looked at him, her eyes darting down to his clenched fists, as he echoed her words and shoved them back. But it wasn’t anger. It was pain, flashing in his eyes and breaking in his voice. She almost wanted to correct him - not millions, they had fewer huntresses than ever - but she didn’t get a chance. And she certainly didn’t want to make this worse than it was. She stayed silent, biting the words back and just letting them wash over her. She sighed - and for a moment she wished the hunters were immortal. If Artemis had some way of keeping them all alive despite everything, despite even falling in battle. If they did they wouldn’t have this - wouldn’t have any of this. There had to be a reason for everything, practical reasons about numbers aside, and she knew Artemis would’ve done something to protect her hunters if she could. But it didn’t stop her from wishing…maybe not just for Bianca’s sake, but for her own. The feeling of loss washed over her again and she struggled for words. It was hard enough realising she was dead - that this was all there was now. She hadn’t even had a chance to look around her new environment, to even acclimatise. It probably made her even worse for thinking that way, of even thinking about herself and Artemis when Nico was grieving his sister - but it didn’t stop the thoughts from coming. "Nico, I…" Why Bianca? It was a fair enough question but her throat constricted. "She was - she was so promising. More than thou knowst. She could have been more than a hunter. Eventually I thought she could replace me." Replace. Because there was only one way the silver circlet was ever passed down in the Hunt. Unconsciously her hand went up to her hair as if to feel for it - but it was gone. No matter what she did now it was gone. Her hand dropped to her side and she met Nico’s eyes. She would hold his gaze. Despite everything, she would look him in the eyes. But never before had she managed to mess up so badly, and the weight of it dragged at her voice. "I was getting old, Nico. I thought about succession. Artemis." Her voice broke and she took a breath, speaking more quickly. She had to let him know why she did what she did, but the hunter got the overwhelming sense she was reaching for excuses. All the time, never getting past that initial, weak-sounding sorry. "I couldn’t leave Artemis alone. You don’t understand! Artemis needs her lieutenant - needs someone she can trust beyond all the others." Oh, her goddess. "She needs it. Bianca would’ve been ideal. She was ideal. I wanted to train her up, get her out there for some experience. She was so…" Brave. Clever. Caring. So many words. She cut herself off and shrugged helplessly. And now Artemis had no one, and the realisation hit her now more than it had at any point so far. She hadn’t helped her lady. She’s made things worse. ADD.: Nico Di Angelo | WORDS: 748 | NOTES: ♛ Ames
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 Posted: Feb 9 2018, 08:47 AM
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Percy Jackson

Underworld

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it's dark inside
it's where my demons hide
The coldness around them seemed to be only increasing. He wondered vaguely whether it was because the Underworld was cold in itself, or whether that sudden change of temperature would have other reasons behind its cause. The souls of the damned had begun to gather around, as if they were waiting for a fight, some sort of ruckus, but they were not going to have what they apparently longed for. The demigod did not feel particularly comfortable having an audience, but for the time being they kept quiet, they were staying away, as if they were afraid to approach, as if they were afraid of what might happen if they crossed the non-existent limits....

The worst thing was that she admitted it, she admitted that she should have seen the 'accident' coming, but still had done nothing to prevent it, to stop it. Surely she would have had the opportunity to perhaps change the course of things, maybe she could have saved his sister... but he could not know for sure either, because he had not been there, he had been stuck in Camp Half-Blood, with the false hope of seeing his sister come back in a few days, with a smile on her face and the bow hanging from her shoulder, just wanting for her to surround him with her arms and tell him that everything had been all right.

But oh everything had twisted. The world had just seen fair to erase his sister from history, from the picture, take her out of the way, as if she didn't matter. And he had escaped, he had gotten away and run off into the dark forest that was inside the Camp and had curled under a tree and cried, he had cried like never before. Tears ceaselessly abandoning his dark eyes, making them look like a turbulent sea at night. Shaking without being able to stop it, shaking so much that he seemed able to break at any moment. Feeling his heart break over and over again, break and never get back together.

Nico had felt all his hopes and dreams break, everything good he had thought could come out of their current situation had been reduced to zero. He had thought that being the son of an Olympian was... amazing, unimaginable, something that only happened to real heroes... apparently it had been a curse disguised as a gift. It had been a cold night, that cold and hopeless night, the night in which everything inside him had broken... a night that he would surely remember all his life, it had already made a dent in his heart, and he doubted that he could get rid of that memory, memory that tormented him every living moment of his life.

The demigod wanted to know what the hunter was thinking about. Her Lady? her life now that she no longer had a beating heart? what had been of her hunters, now that they no longer had anyone to guide them? his... sister? No, he really wasn't interested in what she was thinking, the only thing he was interested in was knowing if she was thinking about Bianca, if she had thought about her after she died, after appearing in the Underworld, he wanted to know if she had crossed her mind at some miserable moment, he just wanted to know that.

The boy laughed again, shaking his head slightly. "I know she was promising" of course he knew, he had lived with her all his life, he knew Bianca was promising. He knew that she was intelligent, strong, capable of doing everything she set out to do... he knew it better than anyone else, but did that give Zoë permission to choose a hunter that had no previous training and throw her into a prophecy? "But you could have waited" she could have prepared her, trained her... so she could have been a half-witter more ready for whatever destiny Zoë wanted to propose to her.

Nico just kept shaking his head, unable to accept any words coming from her. "That's no excuse" because it really wasn't. She could not excuse herself from what she had done by saying that she needed to think about succession. After all, didn't the hunters have someone ready to govern if the second in command perished? The boy didn't understand how the hunters worked, but that didn't matter at the time, and it wouldn't ever matter. "Don't dare tell me I don't understand, don't you dare" because the son of Hades may not have understood the duty of succession in the league of hunters, but he understood perfectly well the need to have someone you could trust at your side. Bianca had been that person, and she was gone. "She was ideal. And now?" he had nothing else to say. He had asked her why Bianca was chosen, got his answer, already had what he wanted. "Bianca's not here, and your Lady and hunters have no one" they were alone in that horrible world. "Like me..." a whisper that was more to himself, but he had unwittingly let go.

And that vulnerability disappeared and was again replaced by grief. "And all because of you" words that were spoken through gritted teeth. The ghosts that had gathered around minutes ago began to drift away, and the temperature, if possible, dropped more. The shadows enveloped his feet, threatening to wrap him in a cold embrace. But he controlled the shadows, not the other way around. And he didn't know what was going on, he didn't know what he was doing... but he felt powerful, and scared.


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Zoë knew of the ways of the hunt, knew the way a predator could ascend upon its prey. Was this the demigod's doing? The Huntress was instantly put on edge by the spirits surrounding them but they came only so far, almost as if there was a physical barrier stopping them from getting anywhere further. She didn't flinch and kept her eyes just on Nico. If she hadn't been dead she would've been bothered by the cold, but she didn't seem to even feel it. No - all she was thinking about was the demigod in front of her. He looked so broken, fractured into so many pieces. The Huntress had had thousands of years of being happy, of doing whatever she wanted and suddenly in under a month everything had fallen apart, one thing after another like dominoes. Artemis being kidnapped was first, then her own awareness that she would die, then Bianca...it was almost breathtaking. After years of having nothing to worry about Zoë didn't know how to cope with the stress. She had no strategies, no ideas about what to do with all of the negative feelings clamouring for space. It was almost all consuming. Nico looked like she felt."You should have waited." Zoë let him talk, let his words wash over her - not with the silence of a Huntress listening to a boy, condescendingly, waiting for him to give her an excuse to get Artemis to turn him into a jackalope, but with something more humble. So she didn't say he didn't understand; in fact, she said nothing at all. Gods. What have I done? She was almost becoming like one of the heroes. Like Hercules. She felt revolted by the comparison. She hadn't done the right thing, but instead brought about the very thing she dreaded most - just because she thought she knew how the future was going to work. How ironic. What had all of her talk about succession done? In the end she had given up the silver circlet with no idea about who was succeeding her, no idea about how Artemis was going to be. Oh, she was a goddess - she would always survive everything. But as her friend Zoë did worry about her anyway. She'd find a girl to replace her, but would this new girl be friends with her lady? Talk to her? See her not as a far-off leader, not as a distant commander, but as someone of flesh and blood too? Now she wasn't sure if Artemis would even get that, for all of her efforts. After a moment she spoke. "I thought I could train her there and then. Pass on what I knew before I died." She shrugged - an unnatural, uncharacteristic gesture for the girl who had usually such a regal posture, the composure and poise of a princess. A princess defeated, perhaps. A princess who didn't care anymore. "'A parent's hand'. It's part of the prophecy. I didn't have long." She took a step forward, closing the distance between them just by a little. "A prophecy can never be broken. I'd have been dead before we even got back home. And I was, in the end." And so was Bianca. That could've been a nice easy excuse of getting out of this - say Bianca was fated to die. But...maybe she could use the prophecy for herself, but the idea of using it to get out of Bianca's death and the resulting blame felt wrong, like ashes in her mouth. As he said, it was no excuse. Through Bianca her legacy could live on, but it had never had a chance to - because she had done the exact thing that had doomed both of them. But it was his tiny admittance that they shared something that made her look up. It was almost like a lure because in a second it was gone. If she'd been asked later about it - by anyone who dared to ask, a hesitant spirit or another terrified dead person - she wouldn't have been able to recall whether it had really happened; whether she'd made it up, misheard. But the ghosts who had been around them before were leaving, and Zoë almost felt relieved at first at the newfound space around them. Until the shadows came. They came to him almost like obedient pets coiling around the legs of their master, answering some unspoken call. The Huntress eyed them, managing a small step back. Something about this screamed danger and she wished she had her arrows. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. "Nico? What's going on?"ADD.: Nico Di Angelo | WORDS: 779 | NOTES: ♛ Ames
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 Posted: Mar 7 2018, 09:35 AM
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Percy Jackson

Underworld

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14 years old / 90 posts




it's dark inside
it's where my demons hide
It felt like losing a limb in your body. Like losing an arm, a leg, a hand... losing a loved one who had always been by your side felt like losing a part of your soul. Family is always at your side, and maybe you don't appreciate them as much as you should, maybe you don't even consider the possibility that a day may come when you don't have them anymore, a day when you are completely alone in the world, with no one to help you, with no one willing to help you, with no one to at least give you their deepest condolences. He didn't need the sympathy of others either, it was the last thing he needed at the time, he didn't need anyone to feel sorry for the child who had escaped from Camp.

All the words he could say now didn't matter, they didn't change anything, the damage was done, people had died and hearts had been broken, there was nothing else to do. But somehow telling her what he truly felt made him feel better, but at the same time, it made all the anger that had built up inside him intensify. Zoë looked too impassive, too strong, too solemn... as a hunter should look at all times, he assumed, the only problem was that she was no longer a Hunter of Artemis, now she was just a girl with a bow that was lost in a dark and cold world, with no one to guide her.

The girl's words were deaf to his ears, they sounded repetitive, as if she was trying to excuse herself for not saving his sister, even when knowing what was going to happen. "Then... you- did you have your suspicions about what could happen?" Zoë suspected that she herself would end up dead, but had she also suspected the same thing about Bianca? Had she thought that his sister might die, had she considered that possibility? "You were too focused on getting Lady Artemis a new lieutenant, that you didn't even weigh the consequences your impulsiveness could have..." they were meaningless words at this point, he was too immersed in his own world, too immense in his own pain.

He heard the girl call his name, but it sounded so distant, as if she were a few feet away. The shadows were elegant, circling around him, as if they were waiting for some command, but the demigod did not know what to do, he did not even know why they had come. Maybe they came depending on what he was feeling, maybe it wasn't even his work, but somehow he knew. The shadows were calling him, whispering, murmuring terrible things, things that they could do to Zoë, if only he would give them his permission. Everything he wanted, any torture that the darkness could think of, the cruelest and most tortuous of tortures, one that could leave her breathless, one that could tear her sanity apart, tear it to pieces.

Oh, it was so tempting, and... he couldn't help it. A grimace appeared on his face, a grimace resembling a smile, a gloomy and sinister smile, cold and unemotional, heartless. The shadows began to move, like dark clouds, towards the hunter. They were menacing, as dark as crows, as thick as fog. If they swallowed you, you'd never breathe again. But they didn't get to wrap the hunter, they didn't get to paint her entirely black, they didn't do anything. Instead, they returned to their master, and wrapped him, obeying his commands, reluctantly. Next to the demigod was a ghost, Minos, who seemed to be telling the boy something important, because he nodded swiftly, and as quickly as he had come, disappeared again, wrapped in the shadows, not before addressing Zoë with a last grunt, a last smirk.


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