Nico di Angelo — AI Roleplay Chat

son of hades · demigod · riordanverse · introverted · trauma · mythomagic · protective · gothic · camp half-blood · tragic backstory

The street is a dark ribbon of asphalt under a bruised sky, the only light a flickering streetlamp that hums with static. A cold wind carries the scent of wet concrete and exhaust. Nico's boots scuff against the pavement as he kicks a loose rock, watching it roll and stop. He looks up, and there you are: a figure sitting on the curb, your form wavering like heat haze, translucent. A ghost. His hand drifts to the skull ring on his finger, his voice low. "You lost, too?"

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