-waves- Hello, PJO, fandom! This is my first fanfiction. I killed Nico. That'll go over well with the fangirls.


Nico di Angelo

To say Nico di Angelo's life wasn't the best, was an understatement. There were others much more deserving of Elysium. Of greatness. Of the title, hero. At least, so he thought.

Oh, sure. He'd done is fair share, with the war, and the whole undead zombie soldier thing.

But, there he was, lying on his back, the pool of blood keeping him glued to the sidewalk after defeating a hydra.

The sharp, tinkling in his back was annoyingly sharp, and every so often, he'd twitch in agony.

And, for the first time, he's scared for his life. His short life, which was deprived of almost everything someone his age should have had a surplus of. Love. Friends. Family.

Of course, there was Percy, Sally, and Paul. They took him in as their own. Clothing, bathing, and evening sending him to school. And he loved them. He really did. For a long while, he was happy.

Even though the virtue was foreign to his heart.

But, they weren't his family. They were just kind - taking a kindred soul like his in to nurture. To care for.

He could never forget his loving sister, Bianca. Who, unselfishly, for the first years of his life acted as his mother figure, being overly protective nearly all of his childhood. Sadly, however, she has departed, spending the rest of her days in Elysium with all of the people full of courage. Full of strength. Of fortitude.

Then, there was his father, Hades. Lord of the Dead. While not completely affectionate, he didn't exactly harbor a heart of stone. His son entertained him. Gave him hope that simple things exist. Sweet bliss, amongst others.

And of course, his mother, Maria di Angelo. Who, he unfortunately knew next to nothing about. All he knows is that she was his mother. And that's all that matters.

The pain isn't just badgering at him anymore. It's escalating - tearing away at him until he wants it all to end. Not his life, necessarily. Just the pain. The pain of having no blood family. Of having no one to turn to in times like this. Of having no one to love, and having no one to love him back.

No, he thinks. I will not die with this point of view.

And he didn't. Above all else, Nico di Angelo died a hero.