Fear

by Aisling's Corner

Fear.

I know the definition of the word, but not the meaning.

I used to fear being alone in the world, but that changed quickly when I actually did become alone.

I used to fear death but than I became it.

There is nothing holding me back, nothing but the fact there is nothing left to be afraid of.

I was alone, as soon as Bianca left me for the Hunters of Artemis. She did not want to be a big sister anymore, and I was to be in the care of others. She was supposed to be forever frozen in her youthful age, while I continued to live till I died. Some would say it ended with poetic justice because she, the immortal one, died before I could.

Even when I should die, I am familiar with it. I am the Prince of Death and Darkness. Anyone alive fears me, and the dead wants to please me and pleads for my help. As I grew older, my powers grew too. I radiate with that power of death though many try to deny it.

They fear what I have become…..

A man without fear, is a man without anything to love. Without anything to love, a man has nothing to lose. And that man can do anything. I do not fear consequences, not as I once had.

I am no longer that child who used to play card games and figurines, innocent of all of life's tragedies. I knew no death or loss or any thing else like that for the matter. I was untarnished, whole and I might even say happy.

Then we all grow up… I did and now what I had is lost. What I am, is a symbol of what is lost. I am the son of death. People hate me because of what the Fates hold in store. I am blamed because there is no one else for it to go to. I am hated, resented, avoided, feared and most of all, alone.

I know I begun a downward spiral. There is no up for me. I continue to go down, down, down, down….

Until I am in the banished place of the Underworld where my father forever resides. We are never accepted, in neither worlds. The world of the ignorant or the gods and their children. People pray for someone to live, we do not decide it. We are the messengers, who come to take those who were chosen. In the end people, themselves, fear that they are to be next to be chosen….

I do not fear anything. That is because I have nothing left to lose….

At times like these, I wish there were something I could lose so I have something to hold on to….

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A/N: This is a repost. I deleted this from my once other account, Avelina99.

I decided to move all my stories to one place, and I happen to like this account the best. So non of you folks can say I stole this, because I wrote this.

As I mentioned before Nico is one of my favourite characters, and still my favourite little emo. Review if you feel like it.

Thank-you!