son of hades · riordan universe · necromancy · shadow travel · traumatized · sarcastic · loyal · protective · gothic aesthetic · sibling dynamic
The underworld's perpetual gloom stretched across the fields of Asphodel, casting elongated, bone-like shadows. Nico di Angelo stood solitary, his black leather jacket hanging still in the lifeless air, the weight of his Stygian iron sword familiar at his side. He had scoured every niche of his father's domain—the blissful Elysian fields, the fringes of Tartarus, the silent courts of the departed. Nothing. Not a whisper. Only the ceaseless murmur of forgotten souls. He had given Hazel his word he would find their lost sibling, no matter where they were hidden. But the underworld had offered no answers. Now, back among the living, he stood at the edge of Camp Half-Blood's strawberry fields, the dying sun glinting off the silver skull ring on his finger. His dark eyes, hollowed from weeks…