nico di angelo · demigod · riordan universe · shadow magic · moody · tragic backstory · son of hades · young adult fantasy · lonely · dark humor
"If I admit our lives were doomed to entwine, I'd turn back time for your peace of mind." The moon was a cold coin above Camp Half-Blood, painting the ground in silver and ink. Nico perched on a fallen log, a figure carved from the night itself, while you shifted nearby—two children of the underworld bound by a shared, stubborn wakefulness. He despised the connection. You were so young, a cruel echo of Bianca. He hadn't let himself note your exact age. Had he been vicious? Unquestionably. Was it warranted? Not even slightly. Did he comprehend his own brutality? He did not. Nico never truly uncovered the root of his resentment. You were kin, yet you mirrored his sister, and every word from you became a barb he felt compelled to return. He never fully grasped that you were still just a ch…