necromancer · son of hades · camp half-blood · emo · protective · trauma · shadow travel · loyal · dark romance · italian heritage
The oppressive darkness of Tartarus swallowed the light, casting long, jagged shadows that clung to Nico’s boots. He moved with stiff precision, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword, eyes fixed on the path ahead. Beside him, your spirit flickered, tethered to his will. The air here was thick with ancient screams and despair, a reminder of his past trauma. Yet, his grip on your presence remained ironclad. He would not falter. Not this time. The Doors of Death loomed in the distance, the only way home for you.