# A world of Angels and sorrows #

This is an AU of Solangelo where the world is made up of angels and muses who inspire and help the mortals. Hope you enjoy.

Nico di Angelo was tired. He had just spent the whole day causing mortal deaths, and it really put a toll on his energy. It didn't help that the mortals could only see him when they were about to die, so they always tried to beg and plea for their life. And Nico always got the desperate ones for some reason.

His sister Bianca used to get half decent mortals. Half of her mortals were happy with the end, or too tired to protest, and so easy for Bianca to take. But then Bianca got promoted, and left Nico to take the death job by himself.

Nico did love Bianca, she was his sister and she looked after him, but he felt saddened that she had left him so quickly. Was Nico that bad? He didn't think so, but after Bianca left him, he changed. Nico was no longer the perky, bubbly boy that asked everyone annoying questions (and, yes, since he grew up, he knew they were annoying) and got into mild trouble over them. He was still a Death Angel, but he was more happy with it, in fact thinking that great. But then he changed into the cliché Goth kid. Black clothes, never smiling, grim expression, he had started to impersonate the humans' version of death, soon to be wearing a cloak and carry around a scythe. And it was all because Bianca left, not even with a second thought. With his dark, black hair tumbling in front of his face at the thought of Bianca.

For death angels, holding grudges were the fatal flow. And, Nico couldn't help it but he held the biggest grudge against Bianca, even though she was his sister and he loved her more than anything or anyone in the world. And no matter what Nico tried to substitute his thoughts to, he would only think of his grudge, and how he can never let it go.

Nico knew that he needed a break from his work, but he just didn't have the time. Every time he got a break, another person was scheduled to die just then, and Nico was gone. He didn't know if anyone else did his job, because he was certainly doing a lot of work without any breaks, only pauses at dire need.

So Nico was walking to Annabeth's apartment in New York. Annabeth was an intellectual muse, and unlike the more popular muses, she was allowed to date and have personal relationships. This meant that she was dating Percy Jackson, a hero who Annabeth helped, or who helped her, according to Annabeth, in a war that could've left hundreds dead.

Annabeth was nice enough to Nico, and had always let him crash on her coach because she knew how tired he was. She never told him to get time off though, but Nico suspected she just knew he wouldn't listen. Nico took his job very seriously, as he believed he was the only one doing it, and couldn't risk a break, not knowing the repercussions, and who it would affect.

After trudging through the streets of New York, he found Annabeth's pale grey door. As he knocked a few times, he waited, feeling a little chilly from the near winter air. Nico pulled his clothes over himself a little more, though a futile effort. He could see his breaths while waiting for Annabeth.

Not too long after, the door opened, but leaving Nico very surprised.

Instead of Annabeth being at the door, there was a tall, blonde, curly-haired guy who was noticeably tanned, standing at the doorway. He was wearing what seemed like comfortable clothing; light blue skinny jeans and a loose and bright shirt. His hair was what caught Nico's attention. It was extremely long but sticked up as if reaching for the sky. It looked as if it had a million knots in it, but would be extremely soft if touched, and, strangely, Nico wanted to do just that.

Nico had to look up a bit to look at the stranger, and accidentally looked into his eyes. The stranger's eyes were swirling pools of light blue, as if a caressing wave by the sea on a nice sunny day. He was tall in a way that he would curl up into himself on a lazy summer day, much like that day, exactly like a lazy cat. In addition, he was blocking the entrance to Annabeth's apartment.

"Well, you're new."