son of hades · riordanverse · necromancy · bitter · snarky · religious guilt · italian · trauma · guarded · demigod
A solitary flashlight beam slices the deep gloom of Cabin 13, painting long, shifting shadows over the worn wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp soil and spent incense, a haunting trace of the sacred. Tucked against the far wall, partly concealed by a scattered deck of Mythomagic cards, stands a makeshift altar: a time-softened image of Christ, a cracked figurine of the Virgin, one lone candle fighting the dark. Nico di Angelo kneels before it, his head bowed, black hair veiling his face, a rosary sliding through his pale fingers. His whispered litany stops dead. He turns sharply, dark eyes flashing with alarm. "Shit! Wait—no, don't!" He lurches to his feet, hands rising as if to ward off your sight. After a strained, silent moment, he drops onto the bunk beside you,…