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These past few days were being dedicated to mostly explore the new version of the Underworld, since it seemed that with this new change in appearance things had changed when it came to places, as if they had been teleported. For example, before, he knew a place, somewhere up a branch of a dead tree from which you could see the River Styx in all its glory, but now he wasn't able to find that old tree, nor any place from where you could see the Styx. He couldn't help but frown before that. That tree used to be one of his favorite places, where he used to go when he needed time to think, but it had now disappeared, as if it had become chips, dust overnight.
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The boy slowly walked, looking to his surroundings. Now the dying and withered pastures were pavements, shops... he did not understand it. Why a city? to reassure the restless souls? to give them a homey feeling? to show an ordinary city to which they could never return? Maybe it was a kind of twisted torture, one which played with their feelings and memories... If that was the reason behind the remodeling, he could accept it, but he doubted it. I don't know, it is as if there were something behind the reasoning of his father to build that new city, one that he could simply not figure out.
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And that frustrated him even more. It's not like he was asking for Hades to consult him when he thought about changing the aesthetics of their home, all he was asking for was a talk, a warning, whatever. Bah, delusions. He didn't understand why he tried. Anyway, it remained being the same Underworld, with its very souls, with its same punishments, with its pampering cries and rules. Taht comforted him, somehow. I know, who could be comforted knowing that the Underworld remained home to the unfortunate? Well, him, possibly. In the end, he was a son of Hades.
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"You know, I like this whole new look. It looks like one of those small towns that you can find in television programs. Look, I think I remember, my memory is quiet diffuse, that I once watched a soap opera that took place in a small town like this. The protagonist, Maria Dolores de las Flores, was a beautiful woman with... 4, 5.. suitors, and she ultimately ended up choosing the handsome Roberto Blanco de Todos los Santos, who was an acclaimed Impressionist. Oh, I should have warned that it was a spoiler... well, I doubt that you were gonna check the show out anyways" Trudy, a ghost, said, floating a few meters behind Nico, keeping their distance, which the boy was grateful for.
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Usually the presence of the ghosts would not disturb him, and at that time it did not bother him particularly, but sometimes they could get to talk more than necessary. And he clearly knew that he should socialize more (some people were incredibly insistent on that topic), and well, Nico supposed that socialising with ghosts would suffice. Although to be fair... well, he was not technically speaking, just listening to. And disconnecting sometimes, but details.
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Trudy continued talking of her soap opera, while the boy continued inspecting his surroundings, until he found an establishment which caught his attention. A sheriff station. It was abandoned, although everything there below seemed to be abandoned... it was the new fashion. He shrugged, and assuming that no one would be inside, entered. And even if someone was inside, well, the majority of souls knew who he was there, and many of them preferred to stay away, while others preferred to adhere to him (aka Trudy), so he was not concerned about encountering anyone inside the station.


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Seth Argent the title may or may not be a wink to Scar's song who knows

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Angry. Disappointed. Frustrated. They were several adjectives that could be used to describe how the young demigod was feeling right in that moment. He was not happy, not at all. Why should he be? He was imprisoned in a city that most notably reminded him of the Underworld, without no one to turn to, no one who could explain to him what in the name of the Gods was happening. Was it a cruel joke made by said Gods? Maybe that was a way of making fun of the so-called outcast son of the God of death? Well, he wasn't laughing, because it certainly wasn't funny.
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Oh yes, speaking of the absent father. Father who had apparently seen correct to ignore all his calls, all his pleas to explain or at least enlighten him, to come to rescue him, to at least send a few skeletons to pick him up... is that perhaps he cared so little that he hadn't noticed about his absence? Hadn't he noticed that Nico had not been in the Underworld for weeks? No, he would have noticed... After all, Nico was most times the one who did Hades' dirty work. He was the one who captured the rouge spirits, the one who managed to get souls when the Underworld was scarce of them (and yeah, he didn't need to murder anybody to get said souls, if you were wondering). Hades should have realised.
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A sigh left his throat, as he lifted his gaze towards the nearest tombstone. Oh, the cemetery... it brought him a sense of relaxation to himself, it soothed him, because it reminded him vaguely of the Underworld. Although the difference was that the Underworld was literally full of souls in pain, roaming without any direction, trying to desperately find what their unfinished business was... We should mention that the majority of people never found it, they never found the response to why were they locked up in there. A real shame... more or less.
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Nico could easily empathize with the dead, a supposedly inherited power from his father (or perhaps it was just a human trait, who knows), but... feeling bad for the dead was not something he did very often. After all, they were dead, where was the sense in feeling bad by someone who couldn't return to feel anything, apart of pity, sorrow and misfortune? there wasn't, simple. Not to mention that many of them didn't even deserve sympathy. Hearing the cries that came from the Fields of Punishment was always a delight...
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Another sigh. Sighs that seemed to have accumulated more than normal in those last days. "Hey, kid, come on and cheer up a bit. You can't possibly be all depressed just because your daddy has been ignoring you, right? He is the God of the dead, he's our God, dude's busy! Contrary to many other gods *cough*Zeus*cough*, he has a 24/7 job. He can't simply take some time off" the boy rolled his eyes before Bob's words, a ghost that seriously couldn't find any better pastime than following him around like a faithful dog would follow its owner. No matter how many times he told him to get lost, how many frowns and growls had be sent in his directions, Bob stood unmoved. On one hand, he admired the courage of that ghost, approaching him without fear in his lifeless body, disturbing the son of Hades himself, the one who could make it disappear with just a click of his fingers. But on the other hand, it was that same courage which upset him. No one should dare to speak so freely to the Ghost King.
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Now concentrating on what the ghost had said, it was partially correct. Hades worked all day long, but... he could take breaks. If he couldn't, Nico wouldn't want to imagine the bad mood that Hades would have all the days, even worse than normal. That simple thought was enough to make something resembling a smile appear on his face, an odd grimace. "You are still frowning, kid. Come on, there are many things to do around! You can go to... go to... What do young people nowadays enjoy? Being rude, surely. Seriously, I've seen some young people talk to their elders in the worst possible forms, is that perhaps they have never been taught something called 'manners'? like we old people were fighting in the war while you all were having fun not EXISTING!".
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Nico, by now, had stopped listening to Bob, who had begun to criticize today's adolescents. He was very busy thinking, thinking of Camp Half-Blood, wondering if someone would realize his disappearance, wondering if they would act as his father had done, although he was not sure how his father had... acted. He scowled. Why did he care so much about if campers realized his disappearance or not? They had never treated him with the utmost respect, anyway.
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And Nico didn't care, he didn't care about how others may treat him, but... at the same time he cared. He supposed that he cared when they looked at him with bad eyes only because he was a son of Hades, only because he could summon the dead, because he could talk to ghosts... because he could do everything what people believed to be 'murky'. Of course, those weren't his thoughts all the time.
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Oh, fantastic. Look at that, he had attracted the shadows. It was night, so all the cemetery was covered with a reassuring black coat, which flooded the entire landscape. And the black layer had begun to bunch around the boy, covering him as if it were a blanket. It used to happen, and it did not bother him... usually. Although sometimes he felt how the darkness pushed him, how did it want to sink him, attract him, drown him... how did they want to turn him into another shadow.
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But he controlled the shadows, not the other way around.
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Nico looked at the starry sky, and decided, once again, to pray, even if it was in vain. To any God, although his father in particular. Closing his eyes, he began to ask for explanations, anything that could help him understand his current situation... Please, just something, a word, a sign... something. After a few minutes, he returned to open his brown eyes, and as he had expected, there was nothing. Of course, nothing. Hades was probably too busy with... that wicked witch.
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Oh yes, that witch that he had met briefly and informally. Given that... well, technically he had crept into her farmhouse. But with good reasons supporting his actions, after all, he had the right to know who was the mysterious woman who had captured the heart of his father. And I'll repeat it again, Hades' love life didn't interest him at all, but... I don't know, it hurt him that after his mother his father had found love in another mortal. And he could at least have chosen a mortal that weren't so skeptical, or so bitter look who's talking mister sunshine himself. Although he should also mention that he had not been incredibly friendly with her either, but... he had tried to. More or less.
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Ugh. It was silly. A real nonsense. As everything he thought about. Just... stupid.

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Hades <3333 hope this is good enough for you! if you need any changes, just let me know! also sorrynotsorry about the length? muse is just so happy! <3

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Oh, that was just wonderful! 7 new souls had come to the Underworld in just one single day. And it was strange, because there wasn't taking place any kind of party in the world of the living (Christmas, Christmas Eve, new year... those used to be the dates where the dead accumulated the most. Car accidents were too regular, and the Underworld got full of new souls), so receiving this many new souls was good news. And it wasn't that Nico was especially glad to receive dead people, just... well, his father will be happy.
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He had spoken with three new spirits and, gods, they all looked so lost and terrified. The boy supposed he could not blame them. One minute you're alive and the next thing you know is you're in a cold and dark place, with no one to turn to. The first ghost was called Mark, 30-year-old male, died by... alcohol excess, or something that had to do with alcohol. At the beginning good old Marky thought that everything would be a kind of joke planned by his two best friends, Louis and Albert, but... well, it wasn't. It took him 10 long minutes to relax and assimilate that he was dead.
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The next on the list was called Lisa and she had been murdered. Not by her significant other, as it is more common, if not for a criminal. The young woman looked completely heartbroken, and Nico almost felt sorry for her. New and old souls always looked so sad and solitary, and honestly, he had learned to see it as something normal. Though, he wasn't some kind of sadist who enjoyed learning about the death of innocent people (although hearing the screams coming from the Fields of Punishment were always laughs assured - and hey, they deserved it) he had simply learned to accept it.
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The last one who he had spoken with was called Sarah, and she did not remember how she died. She would remember later. Some of the souls used to have their memories all messed up after dying, so Nico had not pressed her to remember. Nor is it that she had to remember. After all, it didn't matter to no one how you've died, because... well, you've died.
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Now the boy was in search of the next soul, his dark brown eyes looking from side to side, trying to locate new beef until he did. A brunette woman... perfect! She stood in the middle of nowhere, so the only thing the son of Hades did was approach her from behind, without making any noise. "Hello" he would have to make some kind of noise to let her know she wasn't alone anymore, right?.


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He wanted to flee.
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He wanted to flee from that city at that right instant, he wanted to make it back, he wanted to return to the Underworld, to Camp Half-Blood... anywhere would be a hundred times better than his current residence less Tartarus. I don't think that he could find enough reasons to justify his irrational hatred towards that city, but the feeling was there, burning inside. I don't know, he supposed that he also had the vague hope that his father would sent a few zombies and skeletons to rescue him from wherever the hell he was... but for the moment there was no luck. Tsk. Who was he trying to fool? nor would it be.
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We could also mention that attempting to use the shadows to travel out of there nor had worked. Nico had been trying to return to Camp, and also to the Underworld, and he simply couldn't. At the beginning it had troubled him slightly. Because it might have been a serious problem, it could have been that his powers were disappearing, weakening... Fortunately, he could continue to shadow travel, while he didn't do it out of Storybrooke. It was like a damn prison.
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The boy sighed, sitting on the surely dirty ground, supporting his back on a high tree, and... just sighed. No one was around, because who would be as stupid as to go to the forest in the middle of the night? He had heard that there were zombies walking around, but the zombies didn't concern him. He had a chauffeur who was a zombie! why should he concerned about the creatures with whom he was already familiar?.
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"Perhaps here the zombies are not as you remember them... perhaps they are more aggressive, perhaps they feel no duty to kneel before you"
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The son of Hades scowled to note how the silence was rudely interrupted. Oh, surprise, another spirit that saw no better way to spend its day than bothering him. And it wasn't that he didn't enjoy the company of the dead, in his opinion it was way more easy to handle than the company of the living, but sometimes, just sometimes... he'd like to sink in his sorrows all alone, thank you very much. "Leave me alone" Nico muttered, rolling his eyes, concentrating his gaze on an abandoned stick lying on the ground.
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"Oh come on, cheer up a little bit, will ya?. Socialize! Eric told me that there is a pizzeria near here! teenagers nowadays really like junk food, don't they? Although in my opinion, they should leave those greasy fries aside and eat more salad. Leaves are good for you! green food is good for you, in general. Is there even some kind of green food that isn't good for your stomach?"
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"Can't you just shut up?" perhaps, just perhaps he had shouted that louder than intended. Just a tiny little bit. Slightly. Although I'm sure he shouldn't have done it when someone had just appeared from nowhere. Oh, fantastic. Now he would look like some madman who talked with himself.


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Perhaps Storybrooke wasn't as bad as he had thought.
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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?.
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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.
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Wait.
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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.
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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...
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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?.
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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.
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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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tag: Zelena | notes: why hello dear stepmom

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