Do I honestly have to say it? I don't own PJO or HOO or any of the characters.
Hades' POV
"Alecto!" I yelled as I stormed into my throne room. I was going to blast that boy, and then I was going to bring him back and blast him again, several times. Alecto landed in front of me, she was smiling, she knew I was furious and was hoping I was going to let her eat the object of my fury. Too bad for her I wasn't feeding my son to the Furies, no matter what stupid thing he did this time.
"Find Nico; bring him to me, alive. He may fight you; you can fight back but don't kill or maim him. Do you understand me?" I told her.
"Yes, my lord. Should I bring him here to you or will you be elsewhere?" she asked.
"Here, I'll be here," I told her, "Now go."
Nico's POV
Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. Those were my thoughts as I tried to find the quickest path out of the underworld. What had been I thinking? I tore up Persephone's garden; I uprooted and sliced to pieces every single plant. I might as well have salted the soil. As I ran I was positive that when my father found me he'd literally kill me. That or he'd let Persephone have me and I wasn't sure which idea was more horrifying.
I was considering shadow-traveling to get out of the underworld when Alecto landed in front of me.
"Your father wants you," she told me, smiling viscously. My hand tightened on my sword. How much more trouble could I possibly get into? The small rational part of my brain told me to go with Alecto; maybe if I came quietly Hades might be willing to talk. Why didn't I do that? Instead of listening to my better judgment, I drew my sword and swung it at Alecto, who dodged and raked her claws down my arm.
"Ah!" I yelled dropping my sword. Alecto seized her chance and grabbed me, then yanked me into the air and began flying towards the palace.
"Like I said, Honey, your father would like to speak with you." FML.
Hades' POV
Alecto dropped Nico from at least ten feet in the air. Nico landed on his hands and knees at the base of my throne with a thud and a sickening crack. Nico cradled one arm and gasped in pain, and then he seemed to notice me. Still cradling his most likely broken arm with one that was bleeding from what looked like marks from Alecto's claws; he tried to back away from me.
He looked scared as I rose from my throne and began to walk towards him. I tried to not feel anything at the thought that my son feared me or maybe just my anger. Trying to be gentle, I took his broken arm in my hand and looked at it, it was a clean break.
"Dad…." He began. I held up my hand to stop him.
"I'm going to take you to the infirmary to get your injuries looked at. When they've made sure that you're not permanently injured, you can tell me what in my name you were thinking when you destroyed your step-mothers garden. We'll discuss your punishment later," I told him. His face blank Nico let me pull him to his feet and lead him to the palace infirmary.
Some days I'm not entirely sure if I should be a father, or a husband for that matter, but I'm what Nico and Persephone got.