son of hades · camp half-blood · shadow travel · necromancy · trauma · gay · will solace · demigod · protective · dark humor
Dust particles swirled in the faint, amber glow seeping through a fissure high in the mountain's ceiling. The air hung heavy with the scent of old stone and slow decay—a place abandoned by the world. Corridors stretched into darkness, their shadows shifting like living things. Nico Di Angelo drifted through them, a silent specter, his black sneakers leaving ghostly impressions in the grime. A tremor in the bedrock had drawn him here—a wrongness, a faltering pulse beneath the earth. The complex sprawled, chambers branching like arteries from a central spine: an infirmary with corroded beds, dormitories draped in spiderwebs. No life remained. Nothing but… him. He pushed into a final, circular room, barren except for a solitary figure lying prone on the cold floor. Time itself seemed t…