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~Shutting Down and Starting Up Again~
000 Nico 000
The Gray Sister's taxi screeches to a stop as Annabeth gives them three extra drachmas for operating in England.
"Heeheehee!" The sister with the eye chuckles as the one nearest to Annabeth takes the coins, "We didn't do it for money, dearie, we did it because the world'll end if we don't!"
And with that haunting thought, they disappear in a trail of dust.
"Well, where's the gateway, Nico?"
"Just... put a drachma on that rock." I say pointing to a large boulder blocking an entrance to the Underworld, it used to be the main entrance when the "West" was in England, but now it's just a remnant side entrance. It'll probably lead us into the outskirts of the Underworld.
The boulder disappears and a flash of light surrounds us as we enter. The next thing we see is a large cube-like building in the middle of a field. Strange thing is, there's not a spirit in sight.
We all walk towards the building. When we get to where the door's supposed to be, we just see a large gaping hole, bits of what used to be there littering the surrounding area.
"Shit, we're too late, aren't we?" Percy mutters grimly.
No, no, no, no, no.
An explosion rings out behind us, I turn to see dust settling at the end of a large, tentacled thing.
Alisa.
000 Alisa 000
I breathe heavily as Voldemort takes over again and starts to use my powers to create chaos in the Underworld.
Spells fired off of the wand I can't control. Voldemort might not feel the power-drain, but I can feel my core slowly dying.
Each part of Voldemort screams within me. Each soul piece was different from each other as they had split from their origin and experienced different things. The soul that once wanted to be completely part of a world he loved. The part that wanted his revenge. The part that didn't grow since a certain 31st of October.
Turmoil brewed and I could feel my own soul slowly tearing apart as each of his pieces' opinions diverted from what the others wanted. It was like being sliced apart and you couldn't even fight it because it wasn't happening physically.
I pray to the gods that my plan'll work as I call out through the Shadow Realms. I wish Nico was here, one last time, I wish I could see his face.
Energy that lodged withing my soul leaking out in bursts of sparks and fire. And pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Another burst of power is released from my core, this one substantially larger than the others, and it results in a large gaping hole in the fields of Asphodel.
000 Nico 000
I try to fight my way through the forest of dark tentacles, I can faintly see Alisa's silhouette in the middle. Sparks fly around her and she seems conflicted. One second, she's curling into herself, and the next her body arches out, fighting an invisible monster.
I scream her name as I come nearer.
She seems to notice my presence, but instead of her usual snark, a defeated look shadows her face before turning into a snake-like grin. "I should thank you, little Death boy, you've made this possible."
Her voice seemed morphed, echoing around her normal voice was a million hissing snakes.
She floats down through the shadows around her until she hovers in front of me, her face just inches from mine. So familiar yet unfamiliar.
"Would you like one last gift from your little mate? I can't kill you, but after I'm done with the girl, you'll just kill yourself. Would you like one last word with her?"
I stare horrified as she cackles and bursts into light before collapsing into me.
"Hades, Starshine, snap out of it." I say, as I try shaking her. "Starshine?"
She stays still in my arms.
My eyes widen, "Fuck that, you think I can do that?"
She doesn't respond.
"Alisa! Don't you dare die on me, goddammit. Don't. Fucking. Die. On. Me. I will forcibly give you every ounce of power I have right now, so help me, I will forcibly fucking give it to you like how some people forcibly gives medicine through open-mouth not exactly kisses and it's disgusting and gross but it does it's goddamn job. Is that what you want, goddammit? You want me to forcibly feed you my fucking life force?!" I'm shaking her the way you really shouldn't shake someone but I can't do anything else because she's limp in my arms and I could feel her soul draining away. "Alisa, goddammit, wake up!"
"Nico..." her voice washes over me.
"Shit. Alisa! I'm here, don't worry about snake-dude. Shit, you hurt anywhere?"
She chuckles, "Not in a place you can heal with Ambrosia..."
"Shit. Don't worry, I'll... I'll get you out of here..." I'm just vomiting out words right now as I try to move her, but she flinches and I freeze before looking at her again, "Shit, sorry."
She shakes her head, looks up sadly and whispers, "No, I'm sorry, Nico."
And just like that, something whisks her soul from her body. I get up, ready to fight and I'm faced with... Death.
"Hello, boy." he says, detached, my hands are shaking as I look at his hands, the small orbs floating above them. One looked like it was doused in ink, underneath the dark wisps of black was a sickly green. It stretched and bubbled in Death's hand. I didn't care about that one.
No, the one I can't believe I'm looking at glows a slight purple. It gives off a dim light and a tangled bunch of black tentacles moved underneath the supposed surface.
"Give her back..." I say, lifelessly, just like the body in my arms, "Give her back to me."
"I can't. She was the one who called me." he turns with the souls pulsing above his fingers.
I take a few seconds to separate his words into an understandable sentence, "What?"
"She called me, child, she could've lived on with her soul stuck to the snake-man's, but she chose, instead, for me to rip both apart while still possible."
His words echo around me.
I drop to my knees, and he's telling me something about Voldemort's soul not being able to escape again because of some magic vow or some shit but I just kneel there.
It didn't matter to me.
The point was that he escaped once and Alisa's gone because of it.
Alisa's gone.
Alisa's gone.
She's gone.
Gone.
Gone.
No.
No.
I shut down.
~0~0~0~0~0~0~
I wake up two days, four hours, and twelve minutes later.
Two days, fours hours and thirteen minutes since Alisa died.
I feel nothing. Not when Percy and Annabeth give me so much Ambrosia and Nectar that my physical body's complaining. Not when Amante's screaming at me, asking me what the fuck happened and why'd I let her die. Not even when he says it's all my fault.
Nothing.
She won't let me see her.
She's resisting my call. Disappearing whenever I go to the Underworld.
Why won't she let me see her?
~0~0~0~0~0~0~
It's exactly one year later that I see her again. Sort-of.
A large lizard thing found me. Ever since she died, I've never really done anything. Slow movements in training, it's strange I survived even a year in this condition.
Apparently, a year is all I get when the lizard strikes at my throat. My muscles too stiff to avoid or block.
I'm almost happy to think I might be able to see her again.
I hear her scream, loud and afraid, and the next thing I know I'm two feet away and the monster's dust.
My eyes widen when I see her slightly translucent face, twisted in anger, "Goddammit, are you fucking suicidal?"
I smile
A/N: Okay everybody! It's done! Voldemort's gone and it's the end, except for one more epilogue chapter. I... I feel relieved that it's finally so close to being done. Anyway, please review :D