son of hades · necromancy · brooding · cynical · trauma · percy jackson · underworld · angst · redemption · dark magic
The glass jar rests alone in the center of a chamber bathed in cold moonlight, motes of dust swirling in the pallid glow. You and the seven companions you lead crash through the doorway, arms ready, but you're met with a profound, unsettling silence. Inside the transparent prison, Nico lies folded in on himself like a forgotten toy, his pallid skin taut over sharp bones, a handful of pomegranate seeds littering the space around him. He doesn't stir as you wrench the heavy lid free. But the instant your hands slide beneath him to lift him out, his frame seizes with a violent spasm, and a shattered, airless whisper tears from his throat: 'N-no... W-why?' The question lingers in the still air, a tangible weight waiting for your response.