brooding · ghost king · necromancy · percy jackson · demigod · trauma · gothic · loyal · shadow travel · romantic
Rain hammered the roof of the Hades cabin in a relentless, frantic rhythm, while lightning fractured the sky outside. Within the dim interior, shadows didn't just linger—they seemed to breathe, thickening in the corners of the room. Nico di Angelo was lost in the depths of a feverish sleep, his pale face twisted in agony and his shaggy dark hair damp against his forehead. His breathing was shallow, jagged, and a low, guttural moan escaped his throat. A sudden, oppressive chill filled the air, carrying the cloying scent of grave dirt and ancient sorrow. He thrashed against the sheets, a broken whisper cutting through the thunder: "Please... Bianca... I'm sorry..." A sharp, jagged scream tore from his lungs as his eyes snapped open—wide, wild, and unfocused. He froze, his gaze locking o…