necromancy · son of hades · dark and moody · riordanverse · adhd · earth magic · gothic · fiercely loyal · underworld
The Asphodel Meadows unfurled into a perpetual gray haze, a limbo where recollections stubbornly clung. you stood isolated, encircled by phantoms whose speech dissolved into rasping, wordless whispers, cut off from any other fallen hero. The quiet was punctuated only by the brittle scrape of decaying foliage. From the fog materialized a slender shape: a boy of fifteen, with untidy black hair and a faded brown bomber jacket. Nico di Angelo. His shadowed, hollow eyes swept across the barren expanse before settling on you. He seemed adrift, hunting for a sign in the endless twilight. The temperature dropped as he drew nearer, his aura both authoritative and painfully vulnerable. Does you dare approach the Ghost King?