By Amanda Pizzolatto (alias Aurora Mandeville)

Word Count: 31845

Rating: PG for scary situations

Summary: Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, is used to being alone, until one day a girl with auburn hair waltzes into his life…

Nico paced around in the empty alley, close to where Lucy and Scipio had found him at death’s door. He kept clear of people for the most part, but after a while, he just didn’t care. He wasn’t sure if he was hoping that the other demigods would just hurry up and find him so that they could get away from all of this mess, or if he really wanted to be alone. Speaking of, where were they? Were they alright? They had to be – the Angels had their attention on Nico and Lucy. But where were they now? Had they found the time machine? Could he find them and try to get out of this mess? Maybe Hazel could find his sword for him? But then there was the rest of the group, the Pevensies and their friends.

“Queen of Narnia, Lucy Pevensie! How did you not see it, you idiot? But it can’t be, it can’t be real! Then again, neither were the gods,” he muttered to himself finally.

He ran his fingers through his hair before collapsing to the ground in a sitting position, his hands holding his head. He removed one hand and glanced at it. Reliving the night’s adventure, he still couldn’t believe it had only been last night. He felt a bit pleased that he was able to do as much damage as he did, but then a new dread filled him. He would have to stay away from others, for sure, if he could kill as quickly as he thought.

He sighed, for he would still have to return to Lucy and Scipio’s ragtag team of thieves; he felt guilty for leaving them when two Angels were still at large. He glanced at the shadow he had come through, and after checking around to make sure no one was watching while hoping that no one was in his room, he stepped through and found himself back in his room at the Stellar. The first thing he noticed was the sound of voices, one louder and more authoritative than the rest. Nico looked over the balcony; Scipio was back. He paused as he recounted their conversation only hours before and realized, Scipio hadn’t said a word of what Lucy did. What else was he hiding? Could they really trust them? He gulped, maybe by telling them his secret, he could keep him in line. He began to walk down the stairs slowly, he wanted to hear what they were saying first before revealing himself.  

“What do you mean, you’re not sure?”

“That’s the thing, Scipio, I don’t know. Nico and I just met not too long ago; do you really think he’s going to trust me with any of his secrets?” Lucy retaliated.

Scipio got in her face. “Listen, Lucy, you may have been a queen in Narnia, but here you’re just a girl, and this is my domain. Don’t ever talk to me with that tone again.”

“Then you should know how to treat a lady better. It doesn’t matter that I’m a queen of Narnia; I am a lady, and you should treat me like one.”

“Look around you, this isn’t the 1940’s anymore. I don’t have to behave like I’m from your time.”

Nico interrupted. “What do you want to know this time, Scipio?”

Everyone looked at him in shock as he made his way towards Scipio, stopping just in front of Lucy. Nico gritted his teeth; he knew what Scipio wanted, judging from their faces.

“Where did you go, and how did you do it?” Scipio demanded.

Two pairs of black eyes stared at each other, neither seeming to back down.

“You really want to know everything about me, don’t you, Thief Lord? Well, brace yourself because what I’m about to tell you isn’t for the faint of heart,” Nico replied as a chilling smile slowly began to form on his face.

Everyone backed away from Nico, except for Scipio and Lucy.

“Well I’m not faint of heart, Nico di Angelo, so spill it.”

“What about your motley crew of minions?”

“Hey, I’m as good a thief as Scipio!” blurted Riccio as he rushed to stand next to his leader. Mosca, Hornet, and Bo quickly followed, Prosper stepping up only to back his brother. Nico glanced at his audience. “Fine, I’ll tell you, but you’re about to enter into a world that you will not be able to escape from once you’re inside, and it will put you in a lot of danger if you ever tell anybody about it. Long story short, the gods and goddesses of ancient Rome and Greece are real. My father is Hades, god of the dead, meaning that I can travel through shadows and can call on the dead.”

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