They say that blood is thicker than water.
That family relations are more important than people you've had a drink with. That the people you were born to live with without choice are always to be held over those you choose to love.
They are wrong.
Family blood means nothing.
In fact, the only blood that matters is the blood that is spilled fighting for your life, fighting for the lives of those you really love, fighting for the human race as a whole.
The blood that is spilled fighting your own lineage.
That it's the blood that matters, because while your relatives destroyed everything you loved, the ones they hated were your most loyal friends, and the thin "water" you picked up along the way stayed with you through your darkest moments.
But, as I should know, there are always shades of grey. They may be right in some way too.
After all, you don't need the same blood to be family. Blood means relation.
It has nothing to do with family.
HEY! I'm aliVE! It's winter break and I finally found a bit of motivation to do something and aaaaaHHH. Okay anyways, this is a rewrite of Hera's Little Minion because I finally deleted that ugly little fucker and tried to improve it somewhat. I've also changed the storyline a little and made it darker than I originally wanted it to be. I know this first bit is really short but I think I've made it like a prologue of some sort. The next chapter starts from Nico's POV by the way. I know first-person narratives aren't really an all-around favorite, but I didn't know how else to begin. I also might have screwed up Nico's personality in general because I'm just not good at that in general.
Sorry about everything and crushing any expectations you three people might have had.
See you in like, three months! 3