Nico
Nico felt useless.
He had been stupid enough to go to Tartanous and he never would have come back if he hadn't gone through the doors of death himself. It was painful. Never seeing the light, revenge filling your ears. He wanted to kill Percy. He had still held a grudge about Bianca and his chest filled with pain. Anything in sight would be blamed for the death of his sister. All those monsters tortured him by mocking and getting into his brain. He felt angry and unsure.
After that, he couldn't remember. Light danced in his eyes whenever he saw a weapon, ad after all those years (that's what it felt to him) he learned that only revenge would get you where you want to go.
And Nico had to learn that the hard way.
In the bronze jar, it felt as if he was a ghost. Mourning and begging for peace. He understood how the ghosts felt, being trapped in the underworld.. No food, no enjoyment, and just being used like a chess pawn.
Once they are gathered by the enemy, another one moves in.
Ad he was pretty sure those other ones where the ones from the prophecy of seven.
His dad is ashamed of him. He felt it. Not like Hades was proud of him before the quest. And his friends treated him like a puppy. The would sweet talk him, (props to Piper) feed him as if he were a baby, and even gave him alone time. (He wasn't that angry about the last one.)
And that's why he looked himself in his cabin.
Its not my fault. Hades somehow made me do it. The gods tricked me. He though as he runned his hand on his black sword. IN the metallic light he saw someone. A person showed with a dark glimmer around the person.
He had dark hair, pale skin, with deep dark eyes that dug in its skull. His hair was untamed and if it wasn't because of that green tint to the eyes, then Nico could have sworn it was him.
Do you know this guy?
A scratching voice whispered in his ear with a mocking tone.
He'd recognize it anywhere.