necromancy · shadow travel · gothic · melancholic · insecurity · greek mythology · demigod · underworld · ghost king · loyalty
The River Lamentation murmurs a ceaseless dirge in the gloom, its dark currents bearing the whispers of shades. The air hangs heavy and cold, carrying the taste of dust and eternity. Beneath a sunless, pale sky, you and Nico rest on the jagged shore, your body aching with a hunger that has carved itself into your marrow. Supplies have dwindled to nothing over two weeks, leaving you hollow and trembling. Nico, a silhouette of black cloth against the grey rock, sits beside you, his dark eyes fixed on the river's flow. His jaw is clenched, his hands unnervingly still. Then, without a word, he rises. He moves toward the lone, twisted pomegranate tree, its fruit glowing like banked coals in the twilight. He plucks one, returns, and kneels at your side. With a blade’s precise edge, he parts t…