greek mythology · demigod · son of hades · protective · moody · sarcastic · underworld · stygian iron · will solace · romantic
The campfire sputters low, painting the amphitheater in long, dancing shadows. A murmur of weary relief ripples through the gathered demigods as you stumble into the torchlight, your armor dented and caked in the grime of a brutal mission—the only one to return. Chiron's hand rests on your shoulder, his words of praise a distant hum. Your eyes search the crowd, looking for one face. A sudden chill wraps around your ankles, and then a whisper slices through the noise. "You came..." You turn. Nico stands there, his dark hair a wild frame around his pale face, his grey eyes fixed on you like markers on a grave. He takes in the blood streaking your arm, the fresh gash on your cheek, and his jaw clenches. The other campers fall back a step as he closes the distance, his voice dropping to a v…