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Nico Di Angelo
 Posted: Oct 28 2017, 07:04 AM
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Perhaps Storybrooke wasn't as bad as he had thought.

No, wait, scratch that, it was as bad as he had thought it would be when he landed there, bewildered and alone. At the beginning he thought that maybe it was some kind of cosmic joke, created by the Gods of Olympus, perhaps they had chosen a few campers and had imprisoned them in a small town, but as he had suspected, it wasn't that. In addition, he supposed that it wasn't necessary to mention that that city was suspiciously familiar to the Underworld, when Hades decided to remodel it a little. Remodel it to make it seem like an abandoned city. Seriously? Couldn't he be more unoriginal?.

Before, it was like Olympus, a broken, dark and forgotten by everyone Olympus - now it was quite crappy and boring, and he remained without knowing how to feel about it. It remained being the Underworld, it remained being his home — home to where he fled when he needed to be alone, the place where he spent most of his days. After the war with Gaea, he had not visited the Underworld as much as he would have liked, and he suspected it had something to do with an insufferable son of Apollo.

Wait.

Was he just thinking about Will? Oh no, he hoped not to become one of those lovesick high school girls. He didn't miss him. It had not even been months or even weeks so that he could miss the annoying blonde that was always insisting him to eat healthy, to take care of himself... and Nico appreciated his concern, because having someone who cared about him so genuinely was something that he couldn't not like, but even so, he wasn't a baby and he could stay alive perfectly without anyone.

Anyway, back to the starting point, Hades. Nico was not sure if his prayers had reached the ears of the King of the Underworld, but he hoped that his father had heard him, he hoped he would at least try to send some zombies or skeletons to pick him up. Spirits, well, those at the moment weren't needed. The ghosts that had been able to find him wouldn't let him live in peace, and honestly, he didn't know if Hades was the one who had sent them, or if they had simply been in that city for all that time. He wondered what kept them there...

The point is, the demigod had heard rumors about his father and... a kind of wicked witch. Seriously, wicked witch? the name couldn't be more ridiculous. The ghosts had told him that said wicked witch and his father had been dating... or something like that, and without knowing exactly why, that was enough to make his blood boil. For all he knew, Hades had conformed himself with Persephone There were no more mortals in his life, no more love affairs. Then who was that wicked witch?.

Nico wasn't sure why that bothered him, but maybe it was because... maybe it was because it frustrated him. After his mother, after what he had with his mother, he just found himself another mortal to replace her. It just didn't feel fair to him, it just didn't seem normal. No, he should keep his anger under control, because he didn't want to open cracks in the ground, as he used to do when he lost control. Thing that happened more than he'd like to admit.

The ghosts had informed him about her whereabouts. A farmhouse, and that is where he was right now. Inside the farmhouse. He had not forced the door, not like he knew how to do it either, but travel shadow always was an option, right? oh, he could swear he could hear Will's voice in the back of his mind, warning him about the dangers of using his powers. Nico shook his head, as he looked around, frowning. Nothing of what he saw seemed special. But after all, he was at a farmhouse. That was everything but special.

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 Posted: Nov 21 2017, 02:05 PM
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"Am I interrupting something?"

Plumes of green magic swirled across the floor as Zelena appeared in her own kitchen in black and green, her blue eyes immediately landing on today’s little reprobate. A boy. A teenager, caught red-handed looking through her home. Ah. She did love unexpected tea parties.

The protection spell hadn’t ever malfunctioned before. Normally it was straightforward: someone was either at her house or they weren't. If they were, the spell flagged it up to her and she could see who wanted her - or who was trying to sneak in when they shouldn’t, trying to take her by surprise. But this? It had flickered at the back of her mind as she’d walked through Storybrooke, like static. It was just at the edges of her hearing, at the corners of her consciousness, fuzzy and like bad reception on a phone line. It reminded her of something, something she knew, but she just couldn't place it. Some other kind of magic, maybe something older…

After a second or two she’d ignored it. Maybe someone had thought about paying her a visit and, wisely, decided to leave her alone. Maybe a zombie, powered by whoever the hell lived in that bloody castle on the edge of town, was trailing across the borderline and, having found no tasty human to bite down on, had gone off elsewhere. There were a myriad of possibilities. Zelena had kept walking, brushing strands of her red hair out of her eyes. Maybe, heaven forbid, people were being smart for a change. She didn't want trouble, didn't look for it as much as she used to. And what with things being as they were, the delicate position she was in, she wanted to keep it that way.

Until the spell had suddenly leapt into the fore. It was like music - suddenly the volume cranked up high and Zelena had started, tensing and taken off guard. Now that, that, was someone in her house, in her home. The alarm spell blared in her mind and her eyes darted around the street - and then to the route to her house, back up the hill towards the forest. Nothing for it. Someone obviously thought it was funny to start playing silly buggers.

Now she gave a resolute stare, tinged with irritation and…something else. Wariness. Her spells didn’t malfunction - they just didn’t. Not like that, and not in any way a teenager could tamper with it. Not that age mattered with magic….she knew that well enough with ‘Stiltskin senior. Her fingers began to curl inwards, ready to summon her own in defence - just in case. Hades wasn’t here like he usually was; and that was fine, she could deal with it on her own. But she still bristled at the thought of the heavy burlap sack over her head bringing her under, the cuff slammed down on her wrist and cutting off her magic and Peter Pan’s arm looped through hers in a twisted gesture of closeness, in reality holding her in place…their date suddenly becoming a hostage situation. "I hear you’re wicked." But this wasn’t Pan. That particular demon was probably still in the Underworld, languishing where he belonged - and like he deserved.

This wasn’t even anyone she knew. Just a boy, frowning at what he saw. She could deal with this, dodgy spells or no dodgy spells.

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 Posted: Nov 24 2017, 05:33 AM
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Unexpected. He had not expected to find... this witch so suddenly, but I guess that he couldn't be so surprised, because if she was indeed a witch... she would have some sort of magical powers, magical powers that would have surely helped her to appear there as of suddenly. The boy managed to not be surprised, to not move even a centimetre from his current position, his face remaining impassive. And he took advantage of that time to inspect her, although there was nothing to inspect... she was a normal woman, without any remarkable trait, and call it instinct, but her personality probably would not be as sweet as an ice cream in midsummer.

Before her question, the boy shrugged, implying that she wasn't disrupting anything. He had not been doing anything that could have been interrupted, he had just been looking around, as the curious child who he had been in his day. Someone who was buried deep underground. He shook his head, and his eyes returned to inspect what to his around rested, ignoring completely the surely annoyed redhead.

"Ooooh, she's pretty. Not as pretty as my dear Mellie, but pretty. She has ferocity within her, don't you think? I can smell death in her person... oh my, is she a murderer? I'm not surprised that your father has been infatuated with her. This witch is certainly one of the reasons the Underworld is overflowing with souls. Of course, it's not always full of them... in low seasons it looks like a cemetery, desolate. Oh, a cemetery. The irony... but Christmas is approaching, and large events always bring more death with them. People really shouldn't drive drunk" Greg, a friendly ghost who had apparently managed to exit the Underworld, said, floating around the woman.

Nico, on the other hand, was listening to him, but it was more like a secondary sound. The main and most resonant and unnerving sound were his own thoughts. What should he do in such a situation? confront her? tell her who he really was? ask about her intimate relationship with Hades? No, those questions would only make the scene a hundred times more complicated than necessary... but something was true, he would have to confront her, he would need to tell her his own relationship with Hades, because otherwise his small visit to her precinct would be in vain.

His dark eyes returned to rest on the shape of the woman, by tipping his head to one side. "Are you the Wicked Witch?" it was simply to confirm the rumors, because after all, he could not know if she really was who the words claimed she was, as he couldn't be sure of her love affairs with his father. He needed affirmations or negations, simple. Greg moved away from the woman, smiling, apparently happy that finally Nico had decided to open his mouth. "I'm Nico di Angelo, pleasure to meet you" the words were spoken, but he didn't mean them. How could he? The woman was an intruder in their lives, and he wasn't sure how to feel with this new information.

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 Posted: Nov 26 2017, 02:44 PM
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Zelena wasn't used to being ignored. She watched him, expecting some sort of surprise - a jump or a start, maybe. But the boy didn't seem to react at all. It was like he was made out of stone, accustomed to magic and not swayed by it at all - much less being caught out. All he did was stare at her. Stare and stare and stare. She raised her eyebrows. She'd had enough looks when she was green and one more didn't make much of a difference, but this boy was barely reacting at all. Just looking, absorbing, taking her in - like he was searching for something. The green, she supposed. He wasn't going to find it even if he looked; her skin had been clear since she'd come here. The witch crossed his arms, waiting for him to reply and setting him with a look of her own as he looked around her home. Take your time, she sniped inwardly. Have a browse. 50% off on selected items. Bit of an anticlimax. Was he going to talk at all? Or was he just giving her the silent treatment for kicks?

But he wasn't just looking at her. He seemed to be looking to the side, too. A prickling sensation came over her, like she was being watched. She looked behind her, wondering if Hades had suddenly made an entrance - probably the only person who was actually welcome at the farmhouse, not that it stopped the world and its mother from coming anyway. But there was no one there, and she looked back round to the boy at his question. "Oh, it speaks." Wow, she had a sharp one here. Clearly, she thought sarcastically. The witch met his eyes. "I am. Well spotted." God, she was sure this one wasn't one of Pan's just at that question alone. No no, she had nothing to fear from Mr Bright Spark over here. It was the only bright thing about him, to be honest. He was pasty, with a chalky look to him - sallow, with dark circles around his eyes and dark disheveled hair. He looked like he could've become one with the shadows themselves. At least Pan had actually looked alive - ironically even when dead. She rose her chin. "I'm Zelena. Wicked Witch of the West."

Less so now, of course, but the title still stood. Really, she could've sworn there was some sort of movement going on around her - a presence, something just out of her reach. But she couldn't detect anything, and the spell, dodgy as it was, said there was only one visitor on her property...

A Nico di Angelo, apparently. She looked him up and down. These days pleasantries directed at her weren't usually meant, much less given graciously. Nico, refreshingly, didn't break that pattern. "Wow. Your enthusiasm's staggering." She shrugged, indifferent to his introduction. She hoped he didn't want her to be impressed by any of that. Zelena had never heard of him before, but the way he spoke almost indicated that she should - or that she had reason to remember his name, some reason to actually pay attention to what he was saying. He was going to be disappointed. He was just some intruder, someone probably intending to rob her and caught in the act. Did he think she cared? Speaking of which...having him openly look through her things made her skin crawl, and she drove straight to the point. "I was going to ask why you're here, Nico, but I don't really care. It's pretty obvious. I'm going to give you ten seconds to leave, right now."

She'd go to the police station, but she dealt with these things herself. It wasn't like the heroes would cooperate, anyway - ands what with Hades and what they had planned she didn't want to draw attention to herself or whatever was happening at the farmhouse. They didn't need any more trouble. Besides, he was a boy. Where children were parents weren't far behind...and he was a child. He was getting off lightly. Fine. But he wouldn't have had a chance to take anything, and if he had two brain cells to rub together he'd know not to come back. Fine. A small interruption to her day, but not one she couldn't handle. She'd go back to town in a moment and carry on with what she was doing.

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 Posted: Nov 27 2017, 10:41 AM
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He scowled. He scowled significantly. Had she just said... it? who did this woman believe she was? Zelena, the Wicked Witch of the West? Ridiculous. He couldn't help rolling his dark eyes before that information, his impassive countenance changing to show a grunt. You see, he had already called it, he knew that her personality wouldn't be the best. Of course that his father wouldn't confine a sweet woman with kindly and loving noture, nope, he preferred redheads, those that barked more than they bit. But Nico would keep his composure, for now. He would pay her with the same coin. "Witch... I thought that witches were immortal and didn't age. At least not as a quickly as mortals. Turns out I was wrong" the boy shrugged, indifferent. A sophisticated way of calling her old.

He didn't like the tone with which the woman was addressing him, but technically he couldn't blame her. He had invaded her privacy, seeping into her home by taking advantage of his powers (he could almost hear Will's voice scolding him for using his powers and draining himself and blah blah blah), and... well, generaly invading her dominions. But he again repeated that he didn't strain in others homes for fun, he had just done it with the intent on figuring out something about the witch, and... well, although he had not found anything useful, surely his little trip would not be in vain.

Before the comment on his enthusiasm, the boy tilted his head towards the side, trying to deduce whether it was a joke or if she really was serious. "Yours too. If you got any more enthusiastic, you'd strain yourself" Greg looked between Zelena and Nico, shaking his head. "You shouldn't treat your... what? stepmother? like that, or if we want to avoid those little details, your moth -" the ghost went silent, after receiving a fulminant look from his King. "She will never be any of that" the demigod said, before looking back at the redhead, exasperated.

Although his confusion increased when she said that she knew why he was there. Of course, he doubted it, but he was sure that Zelena would think that he was just one ordinary boy, looking for something to steal. She would wish he were another ordinary boy. The boy nodded, and waited. He waited 10 exact seconds, or even more, before he continued speaking: "I'm looking for Hades" he was not lying at all, he was looking for his father, and although he knew that Zelena would probably respond with a 'no, he doesn't have time to see pampered children', it'll open doors to confess his true lineage.

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 Posted: Nov 30 2017, 02:34 PM
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"Sorry," Zelena said sarcastically. "Wicked Witch of the East's on holiday." God, he had a face on him - like he really was expecting someone else. Or he somehow disapproved of the name. A kind of recognition rose in her mind for a moment, a vague feeling she knew that look somewhere before. But it vanished, slipping through her fingers. "Eloquently said," she said to his grunt. He was confident - too confident. But he was teenage, and they were all like it. Bloody teenagers, going round like they owned everything. What the hell did they know? His parents had a lot to answer for, wherever they were.

Smartarse comments, was it now? She was getting the full menu today, wasn't she? He was dishing them out like they were going out of style. She looked to him, unamused. "Funny." But what was funny was that the boy almost looked like he was...looking off centre to her, as if to someone else. And then he scowled with the kind of glare Zelena thought couldn't have come from a twelve year old. Thirteen. Fourteen. Whatever. "She'll never be any of that."

"Who? The cat's mother?" The witch snorted. "And he talks to himself as well," she declared, her voice dripping with bright sarcasm. "Shoot me now." But Zelena looked to the boy a touch warily, reminded of the spell from before. She narrowed her eyes a little. It was odd, too odd to pass by, that her spell had malfunctioned and he was now talking to himself...especially given what she'd felt. It was almost like there was another person here. And in magic? No one talked to themselves. There was always something. This had gone far enough and when he didn't immediately reply she looked to the door, about to show him out. "Come on then. Out." Maybe he had powers, maybe he didn't, but -

What the hell did he want with Hades?

She looked to him, unable to stop her immediate reaction. Hades wouldn't have anything to do with him. He was a boy! But that wasn't what came to mind. Zelena thought quickly. No no no. No one could know he was here - that he was even alive. He had to stay hidden. The god had told her not to worry about it when she'd asked before, that he wasn't scared of anyone in Storybrooke. But she was, and if he could be killed once she was sure he could be killed again. In the eyes of some of the heroes she was practically harbouring a criminal...and they all knew how that had worked out last time.

"And if you try to hurt him, you do so at your own peril." Her own words echoed back at her. And his. Hunt us wherever we go. She didn't want to provoke Hades, either. This wasn't how it was last time; this was just a boy. But still she was reminded of his words - and who might want to know that he was here...and want to do something about it. The people who might have sent little Nico here, talking to himself or not.

Her posture changed slightly, a subtle shift. "What? You won't find him here," she said. There was a momentary pause and her features became blank - bored, even. She crossed her arms...a little defensively. "He's dead. He died a long time ago." She hesitated. But all lies had detail...and all lies had to have a grain of truth to be believable. She swallowed down her disgust, the words forcing past her teeth. "He was murdered." She shrugged quizzically for effect, making a show of looking totally disinterested.

Inwardly, though, she winced. Zelena hoped the god wasn't paying attention to potential summonings or prayers right now - or was planning on a surprise visit. The witch avoided saying his name further. Don't turn up, don't turn up... "And I don't know what you'd want with him anyway," she said. She stepped forward, shooting him an accusatory look."Nothing to do with me. Now are you done here, or am I going to need to escort you out of my property?"

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Nico returned to tilt his head to one side, without understanding the words drenched with sarcasm that left the lips of the woman. Was it some kind of joke? Because if it was, it wasn't funny, or perhaps he couldn't find it funny. But now he could not concentrate on sarcasm, he should focus on her, concentrate on the witch who had been able to hypnotise the King of the Underworld with her supposed charms. But... why? is that perhaps she had anything special? maybe she had some gift which was unknown to him? Perhaps Hades was just playing around with her, but... that didn't sound like his father. As far as he knew, he had remained faithful to Persephone, until now. He was not like Zeus.

Although to hear her mockery he couldn't retain the following growl.She was mocking him. And normally, he wouldn't mind. He would normally ignore the taunts and he would continue with his life, as quiet as ever, but he couldn't ignore it when a witch who thought she was so special and powerful mocked him. It was... it was frustrating. Didn't she know who she was speaking to? Well of course that she didn't, if she did their conversation would had taken a very different course. He could resurrect the dead, speak with ghosts, turn someone into a ghost if he so wished it... If she only knew, she surely wouldn't act so cocky around him.

Although... look at that, mentioning Hades had caused a reaction on her, and the reaction which he obtained was the one which they had been waiting for. She hid something, it was obvious. And Nico would find out that it was, no matter if it took days or even weeks. The easiest way to find his father had been through his prayers, but Hades had refused to answer, so he had opted for the second easiest way, hi girlfriend's or whatever company. And then she spoke, and hey, Nico felt a small and almost imperceptible change in her posture, which would have been invisible to someone clueless, but not for him.

Although he was surprised by her words. Dead? Hades? He was a God, he was immortal, you could not kill someone who was immortal, the gods could simply cannot die... right? "You're lying" the Italian murmured, his voice monotone, without change, without showing an iota of surprise or skepticism. He didn't quite believe her, he didn't want to believe it. Hades was alive, the ghosts, and himself felt his presence in that city, it was pulsing in the air, and he could not simply ignore it. He was not dead, and Nico knew it.

Greg was flying from one side to another, nodding nervous. "Verily, she is lying, Hades is alive, we can feel it - is as if we had some kind of psychic link with him, you know?, the King of the dead and the dead, you see, makes sense... but I also feel like there's a bit of truth in her words. But Hades is alive, and he's here... so which one could be the hidden truth?".

Nico frowned at that, wondering if what Greg had said could become truth. If it was, then that witch would have told a truth decorated and wrapped with lies, all they would need would be to discover its secret. "Murdered... I think that's the truth" muttered the ghost, confused and slightly sweating, if ghosts could sweat, but determined to mark that one as his final answer. Nico did not understand it. Hades had been murdered, but now he is alive and in Storybrooke... It didn't make any sense, and searching for it would end up in a waste of time.

"I'm not done here. As I said, I'm looking for Hades" said the child, impatient. "I'm Nico di Angelo, son of Hades" there it was, the great truth, the greatest unveiling of the century, something that probably the woman wouldn't believe or would refuse to accept, but Nico was determined to find his father, and if the woman was his girlfriend, Hades would have spoken about him, right? If they were soooo intimate.

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 Posted: Dec 3 2017, 03:01 PM
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Zelena had learnt long ago that lies spun out of nowhere rarely worked. They were too fantastical, meant you had to make it up as you went along. But lies based on truth? Lies on a foundation of what really happened, sprinkled with just enough detail? Those worked...those worked, despite the bad taste in her mouth. Actually, the taste of feeling sick, the roiling rise of nausea that she even used what had happened that day. It was untouchable, something that should never have happened and shouldn't be used like that. But she had, because the people behind this boy could mean him - them - harm.

This wasn't us versus them. Not cultish, not us against the world as it had been last time. But it was loyalty, and even now she owed him that for his offer, for what they planned to do together with the crystal. For love for him. And for justice that only she, Zelena, thought she could carry out - if someone had to, if things came to that, and they certainly had before. She wasn't just going to hand Hades over to a crazed mob, and certainly not to the dodgy democracy of Storybrooke. If this was a witch hunt, they could come to - for - her. She was the only witch here.

But as long as Hades didn't turn up, and she mentally willed him to stay as far away from here as possible, to do whatever gods did in their free time and just let her handle this...

Nico was watching her but she tried to keep up the act, acting nonchalant and bored and even a bit confused that out of all things he was asking about a long dead God of, er, Death. He was in her house, her body language argued - this was hardly a time to start talking about something as seemingly random as this. What the hell did Hades have to do with her? "You're lying." Oh. Spooky. Then again, gods technically shouldn't be able to die - and she was ready for that. Zelena recovered quickly. "I'm not," she said, looking at him coolly. "He died. Ask anyone." She gestured out the way to the door with an airy wave of her hand. "Go out there and ask Storybrooke what happened to Hades and they'll tell you." And they'll add that I killed him. But this visit was a surprise to Zelena, and she was having to work with what she had - and if he left she'd have to plan from there. But for now she made a show of shrugging, leaving it intentionally vague. "Don't know why you're asking me."

He didn't seem that affected by the news, though. That was the funny thing, Zelena noticed - in her wary blue-eyed glances in the middle of her acting. This Nico was asking all the questions but he didn't seem surprised by the answers. Suspicion rose in her. What was this? Some way to catch her out? Nico remained quiet for a while and Zelena didn't break the silence, instead waiting this out. If she said anything more it would look suspicious, and maybe he'd go away after this. If that was what he was here for - news about Hades - he wasn't going to get anything out of her. And she was about to say so, and tell him or the third time to go away back to where he came from, if not for what he just said.

Son of Hades.

For a moment she didn't understand what she was hearing. But yet a response came to her almost instinctively, like whiplash, like she was on autopilot. "No, you're not." She just looked at him. It was like saying Hades hadn't ruled the Underworld, hadn't had his heart stopped - that she hadn't been green, even. They were dealing in definite facts here and that certainly wasn't a fact. But it was as if someone had stepped over her grave. She was frozen - until she broke herself out of it, carried by sheer force and will. "He doesn't have any children," she insisted...almost to herself. Doesn't. Present tense. It took a second longer for her to realise she'd almost given herself away. "Didn't," she corrected herself. But it hung in the air all the same and she continued quickly. "I don't know what you're on about," she said testily, "But he didn't have any children."

Or he wasn't meant to. Children. A son. The thought was ludicrous and she dismissed it immediately. But...but for a moment it seemed to linger. She brushed it off - or tried to. This boy was trying to get into her house, and for some reason knew about Hades and wanted to learn about him. That was all, surely. Did Nico think Zelena was going to be taken in by a trick like this? It was a bizarre tactic and she stood there - surprised, her facade fading but nonetheless neutral. Puzzled, even, that he attempted this out of everything. Was this the best thing he could come up with?

But still, something - something - lingered, in the back of her mind. Something she didn't want to confront.

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His frustration was simply increasing with every word that the witch spit. He knew that she was lying, he knew that she was not being sincere, that there was a kind of hidden truth behind her lies. Why didn't she surrendered herself if she had been discovered? Nico had basically told her he knew she wasn't saying the truth, but still, it looked like she wanted to continue with her small facade, with her small network of lies that soon would be dismantled.

Would there be reasons hidden behind those lies? would there be reasons for not wanting to admit that Hades was alive? The boy was curious, and he wanted answers, but he wouldn't get them, not from this woman, not from anyone. As he had been able to deduct, many of these people, not to say all of them, didn't maintain a good relationship with his father, so getting information from them had been dismissed.

That was also one of the reasons that Nico had decided to hide who his father was. The people there did not seem too... violent, but he could not take the risk. If they hated Hades that much, he didn't want to know what they would do to avenge him. But if what the witch had said was true and everyone thought he was dead, then they could... wait, they could believe that he was dead, but that did not mean that he was actually dead. It was... it was a surprisingly good plan. To convince everyone that the God of Death is ironically dead, when in fact the only one that knows the truth is... Zelena.

"I'm asking you because as far as I know half of the population of Storybrooke isn't too keen on my father, on the other hand, you..." he shrugged, as if the rest of the sentence was obvious. She was the only one who knew his parade, the boy was sure of it. And that was the only thing that he wanted to know, he wanted to know where he was to talk with him, to get some answers... that was the only thing he really wanted.

And here was the response that he had been waiting for. Or, rather, the reaction. Denial. The boy didn't look offended, although perhaps inside he could be. He couldn't blame Zelena for not believing him. It was like approaching a normal person and say 'hey, I am the son of Iris!'. The only thing that you would win would be a ticket to the nearest asylum. And in this case what he was getting was absolute and immediate denial. Such classic reaction.

"He doesn't have any children"

Before that, Nico tilted his head to one side, resisting the urge to smile. Greg shook his head, returning to surround the witch, sighing: "I can't believe she's made such idiotic mistake, anyone would say that she's a beginner... shouldn't you show him who you really are, Lord? Show her your true lineage! she won't have any reason to doubt you then!" the demigod once again glared at Greg, and just with a simple gaze, Greg knew what needed to be done. Keep his mouth shut.

"Doesn't he?" his voice echoed, sounding confused, even if only for a few seconds, before he continued: "Ask him yourself" all that could only mean problems in paradise. Hades had not spoken to her about his kid, and Zelena didn't look like someone that took well being hidden information...

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"Me?" Zelena replied innocently.

Now, now, she felt distinctly out of control.

She could've lied and lied and lied if that was all the boy had stuck to. The witch could've kept insisting Hades was dead until she almost believed it herself. She'd fooled Storybrooke once before with little Maid Marian and by god she was prepared to do it again. It uncomfortably felt like history repeating itself, but it wasn’t for long, she told herself - but just enough to do what they needed to do. As long as Hades himself kept out of this she could send this boy on his way - and scramble to find the god afterwards and tell him to lie low for a while given people were now seeing fit to inquire after him. She was prepared to stick to the lie...but for his claim.

The witch hadn't been expecting that. She scrabbled for her own story, wondering where the hell that had come from. Son? Who said anything about a son? "He didn't," she repeated, that time with a bit more care, "Have a son. No sons, no daughters. Trust me, he didn't." Zelena snorted, shaking her head. "I can't believe I'm even listening to this. Very clever," she added, "Using the parent card. Use it while you still look ten." She cast a glance up and down him derisively. Pale, like some skinny waif on the streets.

Child of Hades!

It was ridiculous - and random, at that. Was this some last ditch attempt to get her to pay attention? Because she wasn't. For a second, maybe, but the thought was ridiculous. It hadn’t even crossed her mind before. It was bollocks - like a plot of one of the terrible weekday dramas she'd watched as Marian in New York. Zelena knew all about a certain god’s love life, thanks, and children didn’t feature. She shot him an incredulous look, crossing her arms resolutely. "But Is this the best you've got? Do you really think that's going to work on me?"

But it had. It had thrown her. This boy knew about her and Hades, knew to come here, knew to ask for the Wicked Witch, said ‘my father’ so easily…those were uncomfortable little details that just didn't fit, and for a moment she wavered, hesitating. Would anyone really risk his wrath by trying to claim parentage? And why did he want to see Hades in the first place? She stood there watching him, disdain dripping off her tongue - but something just felt odd, and - and the last time she’d defended him she’d been wrong too. It was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous...but a little voice reminded her she’d thought the same thing last time, when she didn’t think it possible that Hades could’ve deceived her like that, wouldn’t have tried to trap her sister and her friends in the Underworld. First time round maybe she would defend him regardless of what she heard, but this was the second time now; it made her wary, and as much as she distrusted Storybrooke there was a touch of distrust for him, too. And right now? Some envious little kernel of her still...wondered. And wondering was all it ever needed to do.

"Ask him yourself." Zelena looked up. Or down, given how considerably shorter he was. They couldn't end things on that - couldn't just drop something like that and let him go on his way, because...because suddenly she didn't know if she wanted to ask Hades. But Nico? He wasn't leaving yet. No no no. "Because you know," she said softly. It was ridiculous to keep up the pretence any longer. She smiled mirthlessly. Of course. "You know as well as I do, don't you?" She took a breath, pursing her lips and shaking her head. Oh, she'd been stupid. So very, very stupid. He'd known all this time, hadn't he? Ironically he had Hades' intelligence, the little sod.

But that was all he was going to have. "And you think - what?" Her voice was artificially bright. "You're going to walk around with this information?" She looked to the boy and her eyes grew hard. She stepped forward, going down to his level. She was taller. Much taller. "Let me make this clearer. You’re not going to tell anyone." Her words dripped venom as she came to his personal space. The witch's eyes bored into his. He dared to come into her home, to start sprouting anything to get his way, and now he was asking about Hades. He knew he was alive - gods knew how but he knew - and what he was implying was beyond insulting. And Zelena wasn't up to playing along. Not in this game. Not with Hades involved. "If you tell anyone he's alive, you insolent little toerag," she spat, "You soon won't be. Do you understand?" Her tone was dangerous. He asked if she was a witch and she was more than happy to demonstrate for him. She wouldn’t, of course - he was a child. But he better believed she could. But she wasn't finished yet. "What are you saying about a son?" she demanded.

She suddenly had to know. It had crept under her skin.

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The boy frowned, for like the thousandth time. The woman was getting on his last nerve, but he should not lose his composure, his own control. After all, he knew that sooner or later she would end up confessing, she would end up destroying the entire façade that she had built to her around. But the question was still bothering him, the great Inquisition... why were they pretending that Hades was dead, and why did the Storybrooke people think that he was actually dead? The only rational response that had crossed his mind was... it was simply silly.

Hades had really died.

But that wasn't possible, it could not have happened.... wouldn't have he felt it if his father had died so suddenly? wouldn't have the ghosts told him? His father couldn't have died, it didn't make any sense... but then, why did it seem to be the only explanation for all of this? Why did it seem to be the most logical answer? Not knowing, living in the shadows, without answers or knowledge about the past of that city irritated him. But asking the woman about the death of Hades perhaps revealed that indeed... he knew nothing.

"Who would use the parent card when the parent we're talking about is Hades? No one would pretend to be his son if they weren't" he took a deep breath, pouting. "And I'm not 10 years old" he was far from it. Technically, he was over 80 years old, but those small details should not be mentioned. Who would claim to be the son of the God of death if they weren't? He didn't understand it. He was sure that any demigod would choose any God rather than Hades. Let's say that none of them... felt comfortable with someone who practically smelled like death to their around, and Nico couldn't blame them. He either would be comfortable with someone like that.

"But Is this the best you've got? Do you really think that's going to work on me?"

He shrugged, mimicking her action. 'Yes. At least if you were clever enough, you'd believe me" he didn't want anything to work on her. He just wanted to see his father, that was all. Perhaps it was much request? He assumed that it was if your father was a God, and plus a God who had just been resurrected from the dead. Oh, the sweet irony of that theory... but his father wasn't in her cozy home. Surely he would be out, because if he had been there with them, listening, he would have gone to meet him, to defend him... right?.

And suddenly everything changed... her tone of voice, her countenance... she finally decided to admit the truth, to face reality. And now, knowing what was going to happen next was difficult. It was odd, but the woman seemed impulsive, unpredictable... and that worried the boy. Of course, he wasn't afraid of what could she do. If she had half a brain then she already knew that she couldn't harm him, as he perfectly knew that he neither could hurt her. Although he neither wanted to. After all, she had done him nothing.

"You're going to walk around with this information?"

The boy was silent, just thinking about her words, without knowing how to... well, react. Was she threatening him? Him? The uncomfortableness that had been installed inside of him grew when the female ducked and basically invaded his personal space, and the first impulse the son of Hades had was backing away, taking a step back... but not out of fear, if not because he abhorred physical contact, even if she wasn't actually touching him. But he wouldn't do it, he would not move, he would not give her such satisfaction. The height of the woman had not gone unnoticed, but until that time he hadn't thought much about it... ugh, height.

Her words, those which could have possibly been able to freeze the hearts of any soul... did not affect him. Of course that the woman didn't want anyone knowing that Hades was alive, since that would destroy her little plan, if she had one. "But... you know that's not true. You know you can't do me harm... because then, he would do you harm" they both were tied. She couldn't hurt him, her words were just that, harmless words.

And with the last words of the witch, Nico sighed, seeming exasperated. He had already said it. "I've already explained that. I am his son".

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Oz

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really?
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Zelena was down on his level..literally and metaphorically. This was insulting. She’d thought it before and she thought it again. Satisfaction rippled through her at his silence. There were no more comments, were there? That kept Nico’s little mouth shut. What he was suggesting - what his conception would’ve meant - the suggestion was ludicrous. It was time he realised what he was saying.

But still - ten. That was the truth of it, right there, behind the witch's bluster, behind her threats. It was such a small observation, such a small taunt - said instantly, impulsively to get a reaction. But it meant so much more, and it trickled down into her thoughts one drip at a time, another and then another and then another.

Ten years ago. Twelve, fourteen, whatever. It didn't matter. It was still more recent than their day together - more recent than their meeting, than their bicycle ride, than the happiest day of her life, and the day that she realised she loved him. And yet everything had happened anyway. The Underworld. Their date, their kiss, their true love...and this was going down avenues that Zelena really, really didn't want to go down, especially given recent events.

And just as it fuelled her anger, her insecurity and the realisation of what this might mean, that was where her priorities forked - between defending Hades, keeping word of him quiet in Storybrooke in case Regina or anyone else decided to come after him and get even, and...and wondering why she was defending him in the first place if his son really was in front of her right now. Yes, he looked ten. Ten years wasn’t a long time. But Hades was immortal, and Zelena older than she looked. Oz was a very, very long time ago, and his proposed love for her. And…something could’ve happened in the interim. Between then and now.

And for a second Zelena didn't know what to do.

Her demonstration for the boy had worked - not as well as she had liked, but it had gotten his attention. It was a good thing, because suddenly she didn’t…suddenly the fire had gone out of her, snuffed out in an instant. For a moment she didn’t look scary at all, and a flicker of uncertainty, a trace of fear, came across her face. All of the appetite for using her magic - using anything - against Nico suddenly waned. The witch was frozen, stuck between one option and the other. And for a moment she genuinely couldn’t tell which version was true. Shouldn’t she know whether he was telling the truth? Wasn’t this what true love was all about - certainty and trust?

"If anyone found out, we’d have bigger problems to worry about than some kid with an identity crisis," she snapped. We. Because they were together in this…weren’t they? But there was one thing she was very, very confident in, and this was one point that she did look triumphant. "And that’s where you're wrong, Nico. He wouldn't hurt me." Not intentionally. Never intentionally. Didn’t Nico see how ridiculous he was being? The witch snorted. "If you think he’d protect you you’re stupid as well as deluded." He’d probably give me a hand. That was just about the only thing Zelena could hang onto in all of this; that alone she could trust. Whatever happened, whatever had happened, the God of Death wouldn't want to hurt her. Whatever this was? She was sure Hades didn't want Nico here. The question was whether that was because this boy was upsetting her - a boy! God, she was stronger than this - or whether it was because what Nico was saying was actually true…

Whatever she thought always came back to that. Hades had almost killed her sister, had goaded her to do the same. And now she didn’t know what was or wasn’t possible with him anymore…and there was one way to find out. She straightened, looking down at Nico di bloody Angelo - a name she already despised for what he brought into her home, for what he was even suggesting - with a resolute stare. "Prove it." She laughed, but it sounded strained, like a violin out of tune. "You’re impossible. You're utterly impossible." Possible. Utterly possible. Ten or twelve or thirteen years, when Zelena and Hades had been on very different paths...she crossed her arms, almost trying to bar herself from her own thoughts, separate herself from the boy before her. "But I'll humour you. Prove it to me. You can't expect me to just believe you. Do something that proves he’s your father."

Zelena had the nasty feeling that this - this was snowballing, on a downward slope that she couldn’t stop. And she knew what it meant if he - if he did show any sign…her mouth went dry as she looked to Nico. But it was like she couldn’t help herself. As the boy had said, why would anyone fake this? Why would anyone want to?

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