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Title: Life at Novus Olympus Academy – Demigodly High School Fun
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; semi-alternate Universe
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, threesomes, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, doubling, D/s, light breath-play, orgasm denial, bondage, toys, spanking, self-esteem issues, past child-abuse, shoujo-ai, hetero
Main Pairing: Nico/Jason/Percy
Side Pairings: Jason/Percy (established), Luke/Octavian, Ethan/Alabaster, Jake/Will, Frank/Hazel/Leo, Charles/Silena, Chris/Clarisse, Malcolm/Katie, Grover/Juniper, Bryce/Drew, Nathan/Gwen, Dakota/Leila, Michael/Calypso, Shane/Lacy, Lou/Miranda, Reyna/Piper, Bianca/Annabeth, Zeus/Hera, Hades/Persephone, Ares/Aphrodite, Thanatos/Triton, Lycaon/Lupa, Chiron/Chariclo
Percy Jackson Characters:
College Students: Thalia Grace, Octavian Simmons, Luke Castellan, Nathan McIntosh, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Lee Fletcher, Hylla Ramírez-Arellano, Kinzie Cohen, Phoebe Burge, Zoe Nightshade
Seniors: Clarisse la Rue, Jake Mason, Katie Gardner, Ethan Nakamura, Gwendolyn Ryder, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Michael Yew, Castor Liber, Pollux Liber, Butch Walker, Bryce Lawrence
Juniors: Perseus Jackson, Bianca di Angelo, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Annabeth Chase, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Grover Underwood, Juniper, Nyssa Black, Chris Rodriguez, Alabaster C. Torrington, Michael Kahale, Drew Tanaka, Sherman Potter, Mark Meyer, Clovis Daver
Sophomores: Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Piper McLean, Dakota Elle, Leila Fischer, Will Solace, Naomi Walters, Celyn Richards
Freshmen: Nico di Angelo, Hazel Levesque, Cecil Rogers, Lou Ellen, Malcolm Cage, Miranda Gardner, Mitchell Logan, Lacy Hunnigan, Shane McNabb, Austin Barton, Kayla Hein, Hank Banks, Marcus Jones, Jacob Schmidt
Elementary School: Tyson, Ella, Christopher Clark, Harley Davis, Bobby Fillmore, Larry Lance
Animals: Small Bob, Mrs. O'Leary, Argentum, Aurum, Blackjack, Arion, Tempest, Scipio, Guido
Godly Characters/Staff of the Novus Olympus Academy: Zeus (mayor), Hera, Poseidon (PE/Swim Coach), Triton (Assistant Coach), Thanatos (Security), Hades (History), Persephone, Demeter (Biology), Ares (PE/Football Coach), Aphrodite (Cheerleading Coach/Art), Hephaestus (Mechanics), Athena (Literature/Librarian), Apollo (Music), Artemis (PE/Archery Coach), Hermes (Geography), Dionysus (Economy), Nemesis (Math), Hecate (Chemistry), Eris (Physics), Hestia (Counselor), Lupa (Roman Principal), Lycaon (Roman Vice-Principal), Chiron (Greek Principal), Chariclo (Greek Vice-Principal), Iapetus/Bob (Janitor)
Summary: In a world with demigods, but without the camps. There is a boarding school on Olympus, where demigods live, train and learn. The Greeks are led by Thalia Grace, the Romans by Jason Grace. The Greeks have Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, the Romans have Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto. There is a balance between the Big Three and between Romans and Greeks. That balance completely tips off when Nico and Bianca appear from seemingly nowhere.
Life at Novus Olympus Academy
Demigodly High School Fun
Chapter 1: Three Broken Boys
Percy had his backpack shouldered, his Letterman jacket tied around his waist. He contemplated skipping English literature – Lady Athena was generally a pain in the ass anyway and he already missed most of it thanks to the student council meeting. The perks of being the local son of Poseidon. As much as those student council meetings were a pain in the ass, at least they meant he could get out of some of his classes due to them taking entirely longer than anticipated.
The decision was taken from him when he was pulled into the janitor's closet without a warning. He would have yelped, but a firm hand clasped over his mouth. The other hand was around his throat, not choking him but tight enough to hold him in place and excite him. Jason was damn lucky that Percy recognized his summer-breeze scent and the way those calloused fingers fit around his throat, because otherwise, Jason would already be face-first on the floor with at least one broken arm. Knowing it was his boyfriend however, Percy played along. He could hear how Jason closed the door loudly and then pressed Percy against the cold steel-door face-first. Sure that Percy wasn't going to scream and now realized it was him, Jason slipped his hand from Percy's mouth down to his crotch, palming Percy's erection slowly yet firmly through the denim.
"What brings this on?", panted Percy, arching into the touch.
"No talking", growled Jason, biting Percy's jugular hard. "Naughty boys don't get to talk."
"Naughty?", echoed Percy ridiculed, arching one eyebrows. "I don't remember-"
The grip on his throat tightened and the hand palming his half-hard member stopped to go around Percy's waist to slap his ass pretty hard. Percy jumped at first. Jason wasn't one for spankings, regardless of just how much Percy begged for them. As much as Jason loved to control Percy, he didn't particularly like hurting Percy. Regardless of how much Percy insisted that a spanking wasn't exactly hurting him and that he very much wanted it. So this? Meant Jason was pissed.
"You know how much I hate it when you side with Castellan", growled Jason irritated.
He slapped him again, harder and on the other cheek. Percy shuddered pleased. Yes, he knew just how much Jason hated it when Percy sided with Luke during a student council meeting. Which was one of the main reasons why Percy did it. The fact aside that the Greeks often stuck together.
The Novus Olympus Academy was not like any ordinary school. It wasn't even just one school. It was a pentagon layout of six buildings – five of them surrounding the central building. Kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school and college. All five institutes around the building with cafeteria, library, teacher's lounge, gym and indoor pool. Surrounding those five buildings were the dormitories, always lining up with the corresponding school building.
The layout and structure of the school was not what made it oh-so special and unique however. No, the location, staff and student body were what made it so unique. Novus Olympus laid at the foot of Mount Olympus, in the realm of the ancient gods. Who were the teachers. And their demigodly children were the students. Many things had changed since the ancient times when the gods used to be worshiped and their heroic demigod children were loved by mortals. Things had been a bit rough over the past centuries, so the gods had adjusted how they went about things. Mortals forgot about gods and monsters and demigods, so demigods had to hide too. The academy was build on Olympus to keep the demigods safe. They learned from the gods directly, most of the time the minor gods of whom there were hundreds, but often the Olympians themselves would teach a class or two. It was important to form a bond between the gods and their children, a way to create loyalty.
The gods had sired children as both Romans and Greeks, so the student body was in a way split. And so was the student council. Five Greek members and five Roman members, to make it even.
The augur Octavian Simmons, seer of the Romans, as well as his Greek-counterpart the Oracle of Delphi, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, were two members. It had always been tradition to have someone who foretold the future in the society of heroes and in those important positions, they also had to be part of the student council. The biggest part of the council was taken up by the children of the Big Three. Just like their godly parents, they took to being rulers and leaders. The Romans had Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, as well as Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto. The Greeks on the other hand had Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, and Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. The four most powerful demigods in existence. Seeing as those four had become council members by sheer blood-relation, both sides also had two voted-in-members. Those selected leaders were, on the Greek side, Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, and Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. The Romans countered them with Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona, and Frank Zhang, son of Mars.
Which brought Percy back to the now. He and Jason were both members of the student council, seeing as they were both sons of two of the Big Three. But Percy's foremost loyalty still laid with Thalia, Luke, Annabeth and Rachel – his fellow Greeks. The problem at hand however was that Luke was an incredibly flirty person, so whenever Percy was agreeing with Luke, Jason saw it as Percy openly agreeing to Luke's flirting. Which was utter bullshit and Percy knew that deep down, Jason knew that too. Still, the jealous Roman always reacted strongly to student council meetings.
Percy groaned blissfully as Jason finally peeled the jeans down to pool around Percy's ankles. As nice as being groped was, he preferred proper sex. He could hear Jason behind him unzipping his own jeans and grab the lube – the janitor's closet was unused and the couple had claimed it as theirs months ago, because in a boarding school where everyone had a roommate, privacy was entirely too scarce so one had to be creative about a place to share those stolen hours. His breath hitched when two slick fingers entered him, wiggling around and scissoring him. Jason was impatient today. Percy liked that. A lot. The fingers retreated and grasped his hips in a bruising manner, causing Percy to moan. He loved everything that left marks, both on his own and on his lover's body. Taking a shaky breath, Percy braced himself against the door, pushing his ass out some more for better access. It only took Jason a moment to push in, movement harsh and unforgiving. Percy knew he'd be feeling that all day long. The thought made him grin like a hungry tiger. Jason's thrusts were harsh, short and nearly erratic. They mirrored just how agitated the blonde really was and it nearly made Percy feel bad for provoking Jason. But then again, not really.
"J—Jay", gasped Percy, craning his neck to throw his lover a pleading look.
He sighed relieved when Jason wrapped one hand around Percy's dick, picking up the speed of his thrusts even more. The relief got stuck in Percy's throat when all Jason did was choke him tightly. The Roman bit his neck again, sucking and chewing to leave a large mark.
"Did I say anything about you coming?", grunted Jason with one cocked eyebrow.
Okay, now Percy did regret. A lot. He still had a hard time reading Jason, knowing how far he could push his blonde to get the delicious punishments and when he was pushing Jason too hard and got the kind that sucked. Like being fucked to an inch of his life without coming. He pouted a bit.
"C—Come on", whined Percy, baring his neck in submission and as a peace-offering. "Please?"
"Mh... You're gorgeous when you're begging", purred Jason, licking up Percy's pulse. "But no."
Whimpering softly, Percy rested his forehead against the door. Only a couple of thrusts later and Jason came deep inside of him. Another whimper escaped his lips at that, he always loved the feeling of being filled with his lover's warm seed. Normally, that was his favorite feeling to come to. Sadly, Jason was not going to allow that today. Damn it. They stayed braced against the door for a couple of moments, both panting and taking in the aftermath. When Jason backed off, Percy found himself left on shaky legs. He wasn't a big fan of sex while standing, really. It always tore at him.
"You okay?", asked Jason softly, the wild hunger gone from his electric blue eyes.
Percy nodded numbly as his blonde gathered him up in his arms. It wasn't that he particularly enjoyed being manhandled, but he did like that Jason was capable of doing it. If that made sense. Sometimes, Percy didn't even make sense to himself, so there was that. Jason cautiously carried him over to their nest. Seeing as the high school didn't have a janitor – the last one, some minor god, had been driven to sheer insanity by the united force of the Stoll brothers teaming up with one Leo Valdez. No one stood a chance against that union of mischief. The distinctive lack of a janitor had been used to the couple's advantage and they had gotten pretty comfortable in the janitor's closet at this point. One corner was entirely covered in soft blankets and fluffy pillows and that was exactly where Jason slowly laid Percy down now. The blonde followed after getting a box of tissues. He started cleaning himself and Percy up while simultaneously showering Percy's face and torso with soft butterfly kisses. A pink blush spread over Percy's cheeks, as it always did at this stage.
"You were amazing", whispered Jason tenderly between kisses. "Awesome. Gods, I love you. I'm so glad to have you and that you put up with me and my moods. You know I don't mean to tell you what to do, but it just... gets my blood boiling when you make those googly eyes at Castellan and fuck, I just love you so much. You're so good, so good for me, so good, babe."
Percy hummed softly to show that he was listening while closing his eyes and basking in the aftermath of their fucking. Things between them were semi-complicated. Meaning, to Percy they were complicated, but at times he doubted that Jason was even half-aware of that.
Back when they had started, it had been pure hate-sex. Percy had sort of ruled the high school since he joined, because he was the son of Poseidon and he had been the only child of the Big Three back then. Everybody adored him and fawned over him and then the Graces had come a year ago – two children of the king of kings. Jason and Percy had not gotten along. They clashed all the time. One time, they clashed face-first and it had been the most brutal kiss Percy could imagine. Hate-sex ensued to get rid of the aggression. Percy needed it. Hadn't realized just how much. It had been exactly what he had needed. It was pure, animalistic, painful. In a way, it was punishment.
Percy was good at that. At punishing himself. Years of abuse at his stepfather's hands had left him pretty much emotionally crippled, really. Most people, when they were told they were worthless, a failure, a walking disappointment, they managed to shrug it off. He had too, at one point. But if you're told that exact same thing over and over and over again for years, growing up with it, well, Percy had started taking in his surroundings. Other children at school used to call him names and laugh at him, make fun of him. He had no friends growing up, the only one who loved him had been his mother. So the first years with Gabe, Percy had believed his mother. His mother loved him, told him he was special and precious, surely she was right. But the older he grew, the harsher Gabe's words became and the more aware Percy became of the fact that he had no friends, that others at school avoided him, that even teachers seemed to dislike him. So he accepted it. He accepted that Gabe must be right, that he was too worthless to deserve friends.
But then, one shiny day when Percy had been twelve, he was approached by a boy. His name was Grover and the others picked at him just as much as they did with Percy. No one wanted anything to do with the brunette just because he could be weird and was walking on crutches, but Percy didn't understand that. Grover wanted to spend time with Percy, Grover wanted to be Percy's friend – Grover was the most amazing person on this planet, right after Sally and Tyson. The very first friend Percy made and Percy fought tooth and nail to protect Grover from the bullies. He didn't care if he ended up with a black eyes or a swollen wrist, as long as he could defend his only friend.
Of course things weren't that easy. Grover hadn't been there for Percy, well, he had been, but not for the sake of just being Percy's friend. Grover assured Percy that their friendship was genuine, but still Percy sometimes found himself doubtful. Was Grover only friends with him out of pity after they had met back then? Grover wasn't a regular boy. He was a satyr, he had been send by the gods, because as much as Sally Jackson had fought tooth and nail to keep Percy with her in the mortal world, with two children of Poseidon, life in the mortal world was too dangerous. And at the time, Tyson had been four, slowly started to smell delicious for monsters. Sally didn't want to let them go, was so desperate to keep her boys with her. And then a monster had attacked them. Percy didn't even remember what monster it had been, if he was being honest. He just remembered grabbing Tyson and running, because that was what his mother had ordered him to do. The look of sheer horror in his mother's eyes in those last moments, he would never forget that.
So Tyson and Percy moved to Olympus, after their mother's funeral. It had been scary at first, but what had made them weird in the mortal world made them rockstars in the mythological world. The only children of one of the Big Three. The first person Percy had met there had been Annabeth Chase, who truly loved being in charge of everything. She had assigned them their room back then. Seaweed brain. Kelp brain. Anything meaning that Percy was stupid. Apparently Athena and Poseidon didn't quite get along and neither did they at first. But then Annabeth had become Percy's first friend since Grover. She still called him a seaweed brain, but that was okay, Percy was used to being called stupid – and who wasn't stupid compared to the child of wisdom herself?
All of a sudden, Percy had friends. So many friends. Grover and Annabeth still watched out for him, because apparently Percy didn't know how to distinguish between true friends and those who were after his status as son of Poseidon. It was confusing, really. For a boy who had never had any friends before to suddenly have people who wanted to be friends with him simply for his name. Still gave him a headache at times, if he was being honest.
That was that. For years, Percy had been told he was worthless and whenever he was with his friends, laughing and having fun, there was this voice in the back of his head that sounded like Gabe and told him that he didn't deserve it. So the aggressive sex with Jason had been Percy punishing himself, in a way. For taking something he didn't deserve, for bothering the others with his dumbness, for making those amazing people endure him. The pain was good, it kept him going, reminded him that he was still alive and fighting. He liked the pain, it was simple and he understood it. He did something to upset his boyfriend, Jason would punish him for it. That was simple, it was logical, it made sense to him. Unlike Annabeth, who would get all agitated and instead of hitting him or anything, she'd just heave an exasperated sigh and ruffle his hair. He didn't understand that.
Then again, there was something about Jason and their aggressive sex that Percy didn't understand either, not really. This moment, right now, to be more specific. When they finished up sex, Jason didn't just walk away, satisfied and pleased. He'd clean Percy up and pepper him with kisses and shower him with all those words. Tell him how wonderful he was and how lucky Jason was to have him and how grateful he was that Percy let him do all of this. He always asked if he had gone too far, with that fearful gleam in his eyes. Not that Jason had ever gone too far. Not that Percy knew what 'too far' even meant. But Jason always watched out. He hurt Percy, but somehow... not in a bad way. Again something Percy didn't really understand. It hurt, but it hurt so good. It never left any permanent damage, the worst that happened was that Percy would be sore. But Jason always made sure not to truly harm him and he'd fuss so much afterward still, as though he was actually afraid to cause any serious harm to Percy. Yet again something that didn't quite make sense to Percy. Neither did Percy understand just why this felt so good. This, just laying there and listening to Jason as Jason told him how wonderful he was and how happy he made Jason. It made his heart speed up and his cheeks darken and he suspected he had a very special very dopey grin reserved for those occasions – and it just didn't make any sense. He knew, deep down, that it wasn't true. That he wasn't special. For a little while, Grover, Annabeth, Luke, Clarisse, Silena, Beckendorf and the others nearly made him believe it, after he came to Novus Olympus. That he was the son of Poseidon and thus something special. But then the Graces came and he had been replaced like an old toy and he realized that even this didn't make him special enough. Yes, those Annabeth called his true friends were still there, but to the rest of school he became the second fiddle. Because he wasn't special. Wasn't special enough. And that was alright, because out of whatever reasons, Jason loved him and held him and told him all those amazing lies – so it was alright. Until someone more special would come around and Jason would realize that he could do better. And if that happened, then that beacon of brilliantly bright hope would be gone and he'd be alone again.
"Stop thinking", ordered Jason in a soft yet firm voice as he cupped Percy's chin up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You're making that face again. The sad one I don't like. Stop it."
Percy gave a throaty laugh and snuggled up closer to Jason. Heaving a sigh, Jason hugged his boyfriend even closer, burying his nose in the soft, fluffy hair. He loved that hair. Right after Percy's incredibly expressive eyes with that ridiculously amazing color, his hair was Jason's favorite thing. Because it was always messy – even when Silena, Gwen and Piper teamed up to try and tame it. It was also always soft and it smelt so wonderfully like the beach, all natural due to Percy's heritage. There was maybe one thing Jason didn't like about his boyfriend and that were the scars littering Percy's body. Most were from fighting monsters, but many weren't. And Jason didn't pry. And Jason hated himself for not prying, because he loved Percy so, so, so much. But regardless of how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to ask. Not about the scars, not about that sad expression that he hated so much. Mainly because he had his own scars and probably also his own expression of sadness that he didn't want others to pry into – not even Percy. Because Percy was broken, somehow from the inside, and he needed Jason to be strong for him. That was what they did. So Jason couldn't bare his soul – and if he couldn't bare his own soul, he had no right to demand it of Percy. So all he could do was hold Percy and tell him how perfect and precious he was.
Jason knew about scars. He had his own, the ones he prayed no one would ask about, the ones he and Thalia had sworn to hide from everybody. Their mother had never been able to recover from being dumped by the king of gods. She drank and when she drank, she got nasty. Insulting Jason and Thalia, cursing them for being a constant reminder of their father. She never beat them up, but she liked throwing things after them. Especially empty bottles. The sound of shattering glass always made Jason jump in pure fear. The others made fun of it, because they didn't understand. And Jason didn't want them to understand. Coming to Novus Olympus had brought him so many friends and admirers and here he was the son of Jupiter, the prince and hero and leader. He couldn't let them know how weak he was. And he had promised it Thalia, because she too had made friends here, for the first time the siblings didn't feel weak, they felt strong. Letting the others know about their past would mean their past would loom over them every time of the day. They couldn't. They just couldn't. They weren't strong enough to endure it. Jason's tongue absentmindedly traced the scar on his lip. When he had been a few months old, his mother had first thrown a bottle after him and being a naive little child, he took one of the glass shards and was in the process of sticking it into his mouth. It had terrified Thalia beyond measurement, or so she had told him. Ever since that day, Thalia had been more than his sister. She had become his guardian, guide and protector. And when she pleaded with him to keep their secret, then he owed it to her to shoulder it.
"And he's asleep", whispered Jason to himself, a fond smile on his lips.
Percy made this little sound when he was asleep. It wasn't exactly a snoring, it sounded more like a kitten's purring. Jason loved that sound. He loved it so much, because it was just so cute and so Percy – because Percy never did things the way others did. Not even snoring. Leaning down, Jason placed a tender kiss on Percy's lips and pulled the blanket closer around them both. Sometimes, he couldn't even fathom how much he loved this boy. Percy was so bright, when he smiled, everyone had to smile. He was enchanting and energetic and bright and brilliant – he was quite literally the light of Jason's life. Shining brighter than hope itself. That was what Jason loved the most.
/Flashback | Venice, Italy, 1940\
"Y—You can't be serious, brother! You're fifteen! You're not joining the army!"
The distressed Italian girl was beautiful, long, black curls framing her body as her pitch-black eyes bore into those of her two-years-younger brother. The boy in front of her wore a backpack, ready to leave home for good, knowing that joining the war could mean he'd never return.
"I have no other option, sorellona", replied the boy, staring firmly past her over her shoulder.
"S—Someone, stop him!", pleaded his sister, close to tears. "Please... this is your death sentence..."
He gave her a sly smile and with a flick of his wrist, he whirled black shadows around his hand. "It so happens that death is what I dabble in, huh? Listen, please. I have to do this. I just have to."
A woman, the resemblance to both children impossible to deny, approached them. She looked so worn out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she grasped the boy's face and kissed his cheeks.
"Niccoló", whispered the woman softly, so much conveying with that simple name.
"Zia Elena", murmured Nico and pulled the woman into a tight hug. "Grazie mille..." [trans: Aunt Elena. Thank you very much...]
The woman – the children's aunt – offered him a pained smile. "Mi mancherai. Stai attento, mh?" [trans: I will miss you. Be careful, mh?]
Nico nodded firmly and turned back toward his big sister. But she wasn't there anymore. She hung back with their grandmother, crying into her lap. Grandma Francesca smiled sadly at him, grandpa Antonio standing behind her chair however had a proud look on his face. Nico knew that if he would still be in shape for it, he would march out there and lead an army. He had done so during the first World War. First. The thought made Nico's heart speed up with slight panic. This, this what was brewing right now, it would be the second. Nico could smell it in the air. The scent of death. Millions and millions of deaths. He assumed it came with being a son of Hades.
He was a son of Hades. A child of one of the Greek gods. There were others like him – Nico shook his head. He wasn't joining the army to fight alongside his half-brothers. Even at age fifteen, he could see that they were beyond redemption at this point. He also wouldn't fight alongside the children of Zeus and Poseidon though. Zeus himself had made this war Nico's business and he would fight. Fight to protect his family. Hades had come, wanted to take Nico's mother, sister and him to the US. But Zeus didn't want him there. The US was his territory, ruled by his son. He didn't want the enemy there and he had shown that quite clearly when killing Nico's mother. Their father had tried to hide them away in some hotel, but Nico was too clever – and too obsessed with Greek mythology. Just like Theseus, he had used yarn to find his way back out. They fled back home into the awaiting arms of their grandparents and aunt and all they could do was watch how a cruel war started to rise at the horizon, like dawn. Inevitable, overshadowing it all.
Nico would become a soldier, he would train hard and become the strongest. And then he would return to the US and he would take his revenge on Zeus himself. Where else would he get the proper training for that but in the army? And with the dawning of war, they were desperate. Age didn't matter as much as it probably should, they just didn't look twice. And even though Nico may have been a scrawny child once, he was fifteen and relatively tall for his age. He had something most others didn't though. Absolute conviction. He had a goal and he would fight for it until he'd drop dead – and even afterward. His big sister Bianca liked to say he was like a dog with a bone. He wouldn't let again, not ever. He was going to train from the gray morning hours to the dark nighttime, harder than any other soldier, until he was ready for the true battle.
Because unlike those mortals, he knew something important. They were even less than soldiers, they were pawns. Pawns to the gods. Pawns to be used in their schemes and games. And Nico would make them suffer for it. He didn't know how, not quite yet, but he would figure it out.
All he needed was time. Time to find Zeus' weakness. Time to form a proper plan.
It was dark outside as Nico made his way. Then again, for him it was always dark. He was the son of darkness, death and the depth of hell itself, wasn't he? There was no light for people like him. His mother had been the brightest in his life, but then Zeus had taken her away from him.
There was no light for Nico di Angelo. He was an angel, perhaps, but certainly not one of the heavens. He was an angel of death and vengeance and those didn't deserve the light of hope. But that was okay. He only had his family and he would fight for them, so one day Bianca could find the light he would never get. He'd give his life for that chance. No, he was giving his life for that.
Author's note: As promised, it's gonna be different from what I've done so far. Next chapter will give more insight into how Novus Olympus works, aka the life of Golden Couple Jercy, as well as another scene on Nico during WWII! But not to worry, our three boys will meet all too soon ;)