Disclaimer- I do not own Percy Jackson , everything is owned by Rick Riordan
Dear Diary,
It is safe to say that I never fit in and probably never will. After all,
I wasn't just a demigod.
I wasn't a demigod son of hades
I wasn't just a nyctophilic demigod son of Hades.
Oh no. I, Nico di Angelo was a gay nyctophilic demigod son of hades.
The horror.
You would probably be thinking it doesn't get much worse than this, right?
Wrong.
See, one of the disadvantages of being a son of hades is that death is a luxury you cannot afford. I have literally tried every single method to enter the underworld dead. Jumping off the Statue of Liberty, unsuccessful. The same could be said for plunging into Tartarus, pissing of Nyx, getting captured and tortured by Gaia's cronies,etc. I can go on and on, but I think I've proven my point. Every time I try to end my worthless life, Alecto and her sisters, or Thantos, Escort me to my father's palace, first class. Then he gives me the same old lecture- I'm Disappointed in you, what would Bianca think, Blah Blah Blah. The Bianca part kinda makes me angry, cause every time he mentioned her, I start getting flashbacks about her and mom. When I've recovered, I've either managed to shadow-travel myself to China, or I'm standing behind a huge army of undead soilders, who look pretty pissed at being summoned from Elysium. Anyway, to cure my so called 'insanity' dad made me work in the Underworld. That was going pretty fine, until Cerebrus managed to chew the Mythyomagic Figurine Bianca had left me. Needless to say, I would've given him pain, but for 3 reasons, A, he was Mrs.O Leary's best friend; B, Its Kinda hard to kill someone who's already dead; and C, dad loves him more than he loves me. After that incident, I hardly visit Cerebrus. But don't worry about him. When he's not in the underworld or playing with Mrs. O Leary, he guards the house of a legacy of Hectate, some guy called Dumbledore. His life's fine. Unlike mine.
After Jason revealed my secret to both camps,(that bastard) I had no home left.
Camp Half- Blood ignored me, and the seven of the Prophecy hardly acknowledged my presence. Whenever I came near them, they suddenly got interested in the colour of their shoes. I was on my way to kill Jason for making my life worse than that of a puppy stuck in Tartarus, But then I figured his death would bring misery to a whole lot of people,(Percy included), unlike mine. And Camp Jupiter never thought sons of Hades were optimus and maximus , so I couldn't go there either.
I left. Now I shuttle between Alaska, Olympus, the Underworld, and Italy. However I have no place left to call home. I would've gone insane, but Hestia and Calypso(she's free now) as well as Hades, visit me sometimes. Other times, I resurrect people to give me company. You have no idea how charming a dead Blackbeard can be! When even he can't calm my mind, I go visit the Few living people whose attitude towards me never changed. Namely Grover, Tyson, Reyna, and Rachel. Apparently some people Don't give a damn about me being gay.
Still, I have never truly felt comfortable anywhere. As an early death isn't an option
I bide my time in the world of the living. Not lonely enough to go insane, not social enough to be happy. All I do is endure the torture that is life.
Everybody got their happy ending. Percy and Annabeth, Jason and Piper, Frank and Hazel, Leo and Festus and Calypso. Where was mine?
That's when I realized the truth. Happy endings only exist for the perfect, for the loved, for them. As for me, the closest thing I will ever get to a happy ending will be when Thantos comes to collect my soul, and I will be reunited with mom in Elysium. For now, all I can do is wait.
Signing off for now,(and hopefully forever)
Nico Di Angelo