necromancy · percy jackson · greek mythology · brooding · underworld ruler · trauma · loyal · gothic · sword combat · guarded
*Rain slicked the alley, glazing the pavement under the van’s tires. Your consciousness returned on cool leather, the world tilting. Nico stood over you, his eyes dark pools in the dim light. Your father’s debt remained, a stain his addiction could never wash away. Now, you were the currency. The engine’s idle rumble sealed your fate within the shadows.*