"Worthless. Good for nothing. Pathetic. Come join us in Tartarus, Will. Your mother was a dumb whore, what did Apollo even see in her? Let yourself go Will. Come and get lost in the darkness. Let go. Let that boy go. Let him go, he will never love you, you will never be loved. Pathetic!"

Will endured the torment in silence. He needed to find the light, he hated the dark. He could feel himself slipping away from the world. Will felt for Nicos hand, when he found it he slipped his fingers into his. Nicos fingers were short but thin, while Wills were long and a tiny bit crooked.

Will longed to see Nicos face at that moment. He suddenly felt like he was being dragged backwards. He yelled Nicos name but he didnt even turn. Will was suspended in the air. He felt blood rushing to his head. He grit his teeth but it didn't help.

"Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go! He's forgotten about you, he doesn't even know you exist. Come into the darkness Will. Join us, join us, join us. Let that wretched boy go. You'll love it in Tartarus. The pain and confusion will stop. You'll be free."

Will smiled wearily liking the sound of the idea. He dropped to the ground and managed to land on his knees.

"Kill yourself, Will. What have you got to offer the world? Nothing! You're better off dead!"

He crawled slowly trying to find something to impale himself on. He felt sharpness underneath him. He touched his legs and then the floor. He had been on broken glass the whole time.

"Idiotic son of Apollo!"

"Shut up!" He snarled.

"Oh, the boy has a tongue."

Will picked up a piece of glass. He whimpered as he placed it to his neck. The glass shook violently in his hand.

"Stop it, idiot!" He snapped at himself, "...Let go, its not like you're important anyway."

Will saw a flash of light. He gasped and almost dropped the glass. There was another flash. It was closer to him this time. He wished he hadn't been so eager to see the light again. The deaths of millions of people were shown to him. he heard their agonising screams and their pleas. He still held the glass to his neck.

After what felt like a lifetime Will was given back to the darkness. He stood, thinking it would be easier to walk than to crawl.

A lighted pathway appeared at the end was light, it was like a tunnel. Will began to walk, eager to leave the horrid place. He felt something cold touch him. He looked and found a corpse touching him. All along the walls were piles of new and old corpses. The corpses stared into Wills soul. They ripped at his cloths and through rocks at his bare pink skin as he trudged past them. His skin was soon black and blue, along with a splash of red.

"He likes a boyyy." An old corpse chuckled.

"Yes, I know that boy! Nico di Angelo."

"We'll kill the boy!"

"No!" Will screamed.

"YES WE SHALL KILL THAT BOY!"

"Wait! Why do you protest Will Solace?"

Will shook, his throat felt like he had been locked. He couldn't say it, but then he felt the rocks begin to hit his tired and bruised body.

"Its because...I...I love him. I, Will Solace love Nico di Angelo and I won't let you lay a finger on him!"

The corpses gasped, the laughed at Will. They sneered at him and through hever rocks as him.

A few meters in front of him was the light at the end of the tunnel. He was so close but so tired.

"You need to die! You're a sinful creature! Dieeeeeeee painfully!"

He finally collapsed. He had been successfully broken. He lay in the fetal position with wide eyes like he'd been given a million caffeine shots. He stared longingly at the light. He was so close but so far from it. His eyes fluttered, he stretched his hand out to the light. But his eyes shut, his body was too exhausted to continue.