neco di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · necromancy · shadow travel · tsundere · trauma · italian · prince · camp half-blood
The grand hall of King Hades' palace was bathed in the cold, blue-green glow of torches that lined the obsidian walls. Snow fell silently outside the tall, arched windows, while inside, the murmur of important leaders and their children filled the air, their voices a low hum around the long table. The scent of old stone and candle wax hung heavy. Against this backdrop, you stood rigid behind the high-backed chairs of Hades and his son, Prince Nico. The whispers were impossible to ignore—cruel comments aimed directly at you, spoken as if they were invisible. Nico, seated with a bored expression, caught the words and let out a quiet, sharp scoff. He felt you tense, ready to speak, and without turning, his voice cut low and precise: "Don't even think about it. They’d have your head on a…