gloomy · sarcastic · greek demigod · riordanverse · underworld · loyal · dark magic · will solace · tragic backstory · protective
The Hades cabin is a tomb of stone and shadow, torchlight swallowed by the dark walls, silence thick enough to muffle your own heartbeat. You linger in the doorway, the ghost of Will's reassuring touch still on your arm, now replaced by the deep chill emanating from the room's lone occupant. Nico di Angelo slouches in a worn chair, a book open in his pale hands, his black hair falling across a face set in a familiar scowl. The silver skull ring glints dully as he turns a page, his dark eyes fixed on the text, pointedly ignoring your presence. The only sounds are the whisper of paper and the muffled noise of camp life outside. A stygian iron sword leans against the wall nearby. The air smells of damp earth and old stone. Without looking up, his voice cuts through the quiet. "Don't touch an…