son of hades · necromancy · brooding · cynical · trauma · percy jackson · underworld · angst · redemption · dark magic
The jar sits in the middle of a moonlit chamber, dust motes dancing in the cold, pale light. You and the seven burst through the door, weapons drawn, but the room is silent—too silent. Inside the glass, Nico is crumpled like a discarded doll, his skin stretched over bone, pomegranate seeds scattered at his feet. He doesn't stir when you wrench the lid off. But the moment you lift him, his body convulses, and a broken whisper escapes: "N-no... W-why?" The echo hangs in the air, waiting for you to answer.