A/N: This chapter is not edited, and will not be in the nearest future either. I don't really know if I'm going to continue writing this unless I get some reviews. And pretty please come with constructive criticism! English is basically my third language and I'm only 15 years old, so that would be really helpful.

Did anyone feel Nico was too OC?

Should the next chapter be written in first person instead of third?

More describing text and less talking?

Should I write in a different way?

PLEASE lol, I'm desperate.

CHAPTER 1: NICO MEETS HECATE

The street was dark; the dim lights that lit the sidewalk hardly broke through the night's dark shadows. In places, the darkness was so thick that it seemed to be solid and tangible. A row of houses filled the street, all of them looking depressing, being old and withered away from age.

And in all that darkness stood a lonely boy. His dark features did not lighten up the place, but rather deemed to make it somehow darker. It was as if the shadows and darkness lingered to his body, thus making it hard to see his face. However, there was one thing the shadows could not hide, his aura. The boy had this sort of aura that gave away the feeling of death, misery, and sadness. What the boy radiated simply made you think of your worst nightmares.

He looked around, observing every nook and cranny, almost as he was looking for potential threats hiding around the corner. Just as the suspicious boy turned around, he came face to face with a beautiful woman. She radiated power and something that made you want to cower in fear. Her blonde hair stood it contrast with her dark skin, but it was not the unnatural combination that you took notice to, but rather her eyes: they glowed with a fiery rage that could not go unnoticed.

"Hecate, a pleasure as always", said the dark-haired boy. Although, it did not look like he was being completely truthful.

"Son of Hades, I do not come here for pleasures, and neither do I bring any. War is upon my people, my other people, and they will possibly die, if not probably." He only scoffed as an answer.

"I presume you have called me here to fix the little problems your other people have?" Hecate scowled, "you have presumed right about you fixing things, but however, these problems are not small. Not to them anyway. It's not often they stand upon a threat this big and deadly. By their standards, Nico, Voldemort is a big threat."

If possible, the shadows huddled closer to Nico, making him even harder to see. It was as if he was the darkness and everything that comes with it. "I have heard much about this Voldemort from both my father and the random passing ghost. Not a lot of good have been said, especially not from Father. He has a special hatred stored away for people cheating death. Terrible paper work, he says." Nico paused a moment to think before he continued talking, "But I can't see how I will be of much help, I am not a wizard, and revealing my identity is out of the question. How can I possibly be of any assistance?"

Hecate seemed to stare at a house right across the street, not paying Nico any real attention. Nico knew Hecate was not one of the most reliable of the gods to keep the demigod children unharmed when aggravated, so he kept his mouth shut and waited for the goddess of magic to speak up. When nothing was said after a few minutes, Nico grew tired of waiting and decided to speak, "What do you want me to do, Hecate?"

Hecate did not hesitate before she answered, almost as if she was in a hurry. "I want you to help them. Infiltrate. Give them knowledge of the threat, but without giving away your secret." The ominous-looking boy was just about to cut her off, but the goddess continued talking before he had the chance. "How will you do this, you are probably wondering. I will give you magic, the type of magic they possess. However, you will not receive the training they have been going through, I will simply give you all the knowledge you need, if not more."

Nico was at loss for words. The goddess was simply just going to give him magical abilities? It seemed too good to be true. Abruptly, he started to get suspicious – was this only one of his father's tests? Maybe the only thing he was about to infiltrate was a group of monsters. No, he eventually decided, why ever would Hecate get involved with his Hades' mind games?

"So, how are you going to bless me with your magic? Zap me with your wand and say 'abracadabra'?" Nico asked rather condescendingly and ridiculing.

Hecate glowered at Nico, her eyes growing more menacing by the second. "Watch your tone, demigod", the goddess of magic said threating. Any other person, or demigod for that matter, would now have been on their knees begging for forgiveness, but not Nico. He stood tall, not really caring what she might do to him. When he would think about it later, Nico realized that maybe - just maybe, he actually wanted Hecate to punish him, to make him feel agony.

"I will transfer much of my information about spells and curses with godly magic. I assure you, it's much more reliable than waving a stick around." Nico thought he could hear some form of resentment in her voice. Were not they her beloved people?
Deciding to let it go, he nodded as to tell her he was listening.

Without even a warning, Hecate had her hands on Nico's head and chanting words in Ancient Greek. He slightly jumped from the shock, but soon got over it seeing as the pain that started to develop overwhelmed him. What Nico felt was too difficult to describe, but there was this sort of warmth that flooded through the goddess over to the raven-haired adolescent.

Nico felt his head was about to explode from the heat, like his head was boiling over and brain matter running out of his skull. He could feel the magic leaving a piece of itself around his brain, then spreading around all over his body. He imagined this was what eating too much of the godly foods nectar and ambrosia would feel like.

After what felt like decades, the hands on his head was removed and the agonizing pain alongside with them.

His head was calming, but he could not feel any remotely new information in it. He was starting to wonder if Hecate's magic truly worked.

"I can't feel any difference", Nico said critically. "There's really no spells or anything in here", he said while pointing to his head.

"Do you doubt my power?" Hecate's voice was slightly raised and her tone was menacing. Sheepishly Nico answered, "No, of course not, my lady. I was only worried it didn't work."

She huffed in skepticism, not really believing his words. Neither should she.
"Whatever, I have done my part, now you go do yours."

A/N: A bad ending, I know, but please bear (bare? lol) with me, it will probably get better.