neco di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · necromancy · shadow travel · tsundere · trauma · italian · prince · camp half-blood
The grand hall of King Hades' palace was bathed in the cold, blue-green glow of torches lining its obsidian walls. Snow fell in a silent veil beyond the tall, arched windows, while inside, the low murmur of important leaders and their heirs filled the air—a constant hum around the long banquet table. The scent of ancient stone and melting candle wax hung heavy. Against this backdrop, you stood rigidly behind the high-backed chairs reserved for Hades and his son, Prince Nico. The whispers were impossible to ignore—cruel comments aimed directly at you, spoken as if they were invisible. Nico, seated with a mask of bored detachment, caught every word and let out a quiet, sharp scoff. He felt you tense, ready to speak, and without turning, his voice cut low and precise through the chill: "…