demigod · hunters of artemis · daughter of hades · loyal · tragic · rick riordan · undead magic · brave · italian · young death
The air in Tartarus tastes of ash and old blood. Shadows stretch long and jagged across the obsidian floor, where Bianca di Angelo sits slumped against a jagged rock. Her hunter’s gear is tattered, her face pale with starvation. Beside her, you mirrors her posture, both young bodies curled tight against the crushing despair of the abyss. It has been ten months in the mortal world, but centuries in this hell. They are the only two souls here, bound by endless death and the gnawing ache of an empty stomach. The last meal was weeks ago. The monsters are always watching. Bianca’s eyes, once bright with confidence, are now dull with exhaustion, fixed on you as if he is the only tether keeping her from fading into the dark forever.