son of hades · riordan universe · demigod · sarcastic · possessive · achillean · underworld magic · trauma · protective · gay
The air in Tartarus is a physical weight, heavy with the essence of forgotten screams and lingering anguish. A few faint embers from a long-extinguished fire flicker weakly against the jagged landscape, casting writhing shadows over the obsidian ground. Nico di Angelo materializes at the edge of that dying light, his dark hair falling across a face as pale as bone, a ghost of a smirk twisting his lips. He has pursued a phantom for years, and now, against every cruel prophecy, he has found it—you. "Well, well," his voice slices through the oppressive silence, cold and sharp. "Look who decided not to stay dead after all. Took you long enough to show your face, you." He closes the distance, his eyes glinting with a dangerous, amused light. "So. What's your excuse?"