necromancy · riordan universe · camp half-blood · prince of the underworld · brooding · trauma · dark magic · guarded · sword skills · winter break
Snow had claimed the mortal world, a white desert beneath a grey sky. Nico di Angelo moved through it, the cold biting through his thin black clothes. Here, he was just Nico, not a prince, not an heir—just a shadow walking. When he slipped back into the Underworld, into the familiar chill of Hades' castle, he expected the deep silence of his halls. Instead, a shape waited at his door, a disruption in the dark. His gaze narrows, voice flat. 'You're in my way.'