WARNING: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS. For real. What a shame, you know? By the way, I sincerely apologize for my lack of portraying Nico properly. Nico: Why do you enjoy seeing me like this?
Me: YOU'RE LOVELY. Just show your emotions to me. D:
Nico: -shadow-travels away-
Me: Always. He always does that.
Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades. The Ghost King. The kid with the dead sister. The kid who can shadow-travel. I was 10, interested in Mythomagic, and very gullible. I have many regrets; immense remorse. Till this day I blame myself for sending my sister on that quest. She was destined to do so, yet I can't help my feelings for it. I blamed Percy; he promised to keep her safe and I held him against that. The logic was gone; I didn't care if this was her prophecy. I sought revenge. I didn't go after him, but I had an idea. "A soul for a soul." It made perfect sense to me. I threatened everyone in my path, but a glance at her spirit helped me come to my senses. Grudges were a fatal flaw of the children of Hades. I had to let go, just for her sake. I ended up helping Percy through it all; I even had my moment in the war. Afterwards, I started to rebuild the cabin at camp, and everything seemed fine. Everything was fine. Was it? Nobody paid much attention to me. Is it because I'm a child of Hades? Because I have the scent of death all around me? Do I even care if anyone notices me? What if it's how I feel about things on the inside? I never really forgot the image of my mother, what happened to her, the truth. It still haunts me at night. These are the times I wish I had my sister to comfort me. At other times, I really wish my father would actually appreciate me. I know he's a god; it makes sense for him to ignore me, especially since he's the god of the Underworld. Still, I can't help it if I kid like me, at this age, wants some parent to care for me.