Five years.
His tapestry got the third cut.
He remembers how,with tears streaming down his face,he whips out his sword. He howls with anguish before swinging it. It slices cleanly through the black tapestry,leaving a long cut from the middle to the bottom. Two similar cuts lay side by side next to the new one.
His sobs slow down,but he cries as though his tears were of blood. He slowly drops to his knees,his proud sword lay limp by his side.
'Funny,"He wonders,"How a person who can make you happy is the person who can cause you the most damage.'
With stifled down sobs,his eyes see the black tapestry before him. Small cuts here and there;three huge ones ran in the left most,centre and the rightmost sides of the tapestry. He was barely crossing his teenage years without dying everyday.
Not just physically,but emotionally.
Maria Di Angelo. Bianca Di Angelo.
Two people who left him emotionally scarred for life,two people who went to their so called father and husband.
He stares at the third,blankly,as if he were waiting for someone,or something.
"Will." He utters. Just his name.
He was there to witness his death. He could've done something. Atleast...exchange the last few words.
He saw Will collapsing into the snow.
He was the first to notice.
He ran to the Son of Apollo's aid,only to notice he was cold. Freezing cold.
A few days later the Apollo Cabin declared he had passed away. Everyone grieved over his death,even the Ares Cabin shed a few tears. No one hated Will. No one could hate Will Solace for more than a few seconds.
Those gentle blue eyes could calm down anyone,and even his own father descended from the heavens and blessed his son in his death.
Apollo turned over at Nico at that moment,and apologised,though no one knew why.
But it made perfect sense to Nico.
"STOP IT!"He had yelled,but Apollo didn't stop. "PLEASE!"
Nico let go of a gutteral scream as he clutched tufts of his hair in agony. He dropped to his knees,hugging himself,letting silent tears fall.
The God watched silently,as did many of the shocked and confused camp members.
In the present...
"Father,please." Nico begged."You know I haven't asked you for this even for...B-Bianca."
"It is...It is not wise to do so,my son. I do not want to take advantage of the fact that I am the God of Death and you,a child of Death." Hades said gently. "I can entertain multiple notions why you want to see this boy."
"And I can entertain multiple notions why Persephone doesn't love you that much," Nico's eyes glistened darkly,inviting his father to his anger. Dangerous,yes,but Will Solace was worth it.
Hades,to Nico's surprise,laughed.
"Your attempts,my boy,are in vain."He laughed amiably. "Clever enough to trick any God into his anger,but not me."
"Father,I need to see him. No matter what. Test me. Put me into Tartarus again. Make me fight Gaia on my own. Or anything you simply wish me to do,I will do anything to get to see him,probably get him back."
"Suppose I grant you one chance of bringing a person back alive." Hades's eyes danced with cruel amusement."And you have options."
"Save your talk,father. I presume they are Bianca,Mother and Will Solace?"
Hades shifted.
"Definitely not your mother,my boy! Zeus would have my head if I did so. Let's say: Bianca and Will Solace."
"Father," Nico's lip twitched into a small smile."Bianca chose rebirth. I suppose you cannot bring her back to her old state when she is living?"
"Ah,"Hades tutted."I can,actually. Bianca returned to Elysium a month ago. She died in an accident. A very noble life she led,I say."
...What the F*** did I just write...
