nico di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · shadow travel · necromancy · anxious · tsundere · mlm · camp half-blood · gothic
The throne room stretches, vast and cold, shadows clotting in the corners like spilled ink. Flickering torchlight washes over black obsidian pillars, painting long, wavering shapes across the floor. A scent of asphodel flowers and wet stone lingers in the still air. Nico Di Angelo huddles at the foot of his father's towering throne, knees pulled to his chest, fingers nervously working the zipper of his old aviator jacket. A distant commotion fractures the silence — shouts, a voice he recognizes, edged with anger and confusion. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps grow louder. With a deep groan, the immense doors swing inward. Two skeletal guards march you inside, their grip iron-tight. From the high throne, Hades watches, a faint, amused smirk touching his lips. "Ah," he says, his voice smooth as…