Scintilla

Chapter Three

Nico

It's Percy and Annabeth's engagement party.
They are my best friends and I should be happy for them.
I kept chanting those words in my head as I entered into the party venue.

Then I stopped chanting the words because I am fucking mad. I don't want to be happy for them. I don't want to be here to see their happiness.

I want Annabeth. I deserve her. I want her and her being with Percy is just a big fucking spit on my face.

I groaned in annoyance at the thought of seeing Annabeth in a stunning gown looking like a fucking goddess. I will probably be drooling all over her beauty and she will just hug me as one of her best friend. Oh crap! She will hug me and I will feel that curvy beautiful body against mine.
After making me fucking hard, she would be putting a ring on Percy's fingers and I would be a simple bystander. I hate it so much.

I ran my hand in my hair and made my way over to the restroom.

I need to take a fucking grip of myself. Who am I even kidding? I deserve her? I do not deserve her. I am probably every girls nightmare and I have the wish to be with a kind snd innocent soul as Annabeth? Jokes on me!

I opened the restroom door wide open only to see something that I never ever wanted to see.

The spoiled daughter of Zeus and a random chick getting at it in the bathroom?

What the actual fuck.

I rolled my eyes at the scene and immediately closed the door. Someone bleach my eyes.

I didn't even know that woman batted an eyelash at people. Let alone hooking up with a girl?

That daughter of Zeus and Hera is a stone cold ice bitch. We have spent countless days together while our parents trained us to live in this life, but never once did she speak to me.

Hell, she never even acknowledged my presence. It's not like we didn't have anything in common. We do.
She is the only daughter of Zeus and Hera. I am the only son of Hades and Persephone. We aren't demigods, we are equal. However, she always looks at me as if I am beneath her that makes her a bitch in my eyes.

Out of every thing, seeing her with a chick is just the one thing that I could have avoided today.

I stayed in the hallway thinking about how to erase that image from my eyes, when I heard the sound of thunder booming in the sky.

The sky was clear and it was a stupid happy day on Earth. However, I looked out the window. The sky was now tar-black and the large clouds were moving towards me. I heard a tapping on the window and then it became a pitter-patter. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window.

All the while, thunder and lightning continued to blast its way through the sky. Who pissed off the rulers of the sky? I wondered as I recalled the happening of earlier.

Maybe the girl pissed off ice princess. I thought as I shrugged and started walking in order to find another restroom.

That's when I felt the presence of death. Death is a shadow that lurks in the dark, he crawls under little children's beds and he is always there.

He is always there, following you and the closer he gets the sooner he will take you as his own. I can feel the chill of death's icy breath as it tickles the hairs on the back of my neck.

I get this feeling whenever someone nearby dies. It's a familiar feeling and I am used to it by now, however, I wonder who died on the day of Percy and Annabeths's engagement.

I closed my eyes and focused. When I do this, I can hear whoever's dying. I can hear pleads and last minute confessions. Little do they know that none of that matters anymore.
Anyway, all I heard was my a woman's trembling 'don't leave me alone...' She sobbed as she continued. 'why aren't you helping me? I trusted you.'

As if I had no control over my movements, I walked back to the previous restroom and the door opened only to see the daughter of Zeus getting out of the room as if there isn't a corpse behind her.

She stared dead into my eyes, as if challenging me to question her. Her eyes matched the way she probably felt towards the world: dark and cold. The whites of her eyes contrasted sharply with the almost black iris that sunk deep into her head. Its depth resembled that of a grey and dangerous storm, an air of eeriness and unsettling coldness emanating from her gaze.

I don't know why she thinks I would ask her what happened. She knows that I would probably know everything about death and horror. I don't need to ask her anything, I already know by looking at the body that she was killed by this woman in front of me.

"Goddess of Thunder, Astrape, do you wish any help?" I used her real name even though I know that she preferred the modern name which is Thora. Just wanted to piss her off a bit more than she probably is right now.

"What kind of help?" She asked in her soft and gentle voice that I never heard get any louder than that. I always forget that this ice princess has a voice like the harmony of angels.

"Dispose the body or something like that?" I asked her with a hint of mockery in my voice. This is too fun, making her use my help gives me a leverage that I can use someday.

"Nobody asked you to help. You do that if you want, I don't care." She snapped at me, which is so not her style, I guess. I wouldn't know.

I glared at her with hatred in my eyes. "You are an extremely stupid girl. Aren't you?"

Instead of replying, she simply smiled at me with that corrupted fake smile you put on as a daily dress, denying yourself the right to be honest with the way you felt and left me standing alone on the doorway.

I grinned at her boldness and rubbed my arms together before I took care of the body of a girl who died way too soon just because someone couldn't handle their emotions.

After doing that, I went back to my personal hell when I entered the ball room where I caught a glance of Annabeth. The woman that walked in wearing the most stunning gown could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but she was better than those two dimensional photoshopped models. Somehow any of her imperfections made her perfect.

Soon enough, the thought of Thora and her mess wasn't even on my mind. All I could see, feel and think about is how bad I want Annabeth and how I could never have her.