Demigod: Adventures Untold(Being Re-written)

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The trip to the underworld. 

For mortals, hearing someone say that would sound almost demented. Because who would believe that the Greek underworld  was real! Right?

Yeah.

Anyway, Hecate had teleported us into Hades' palace and here we are now, marching down the sleek black marble halls towards the throne room.

The talk looming arches that hold up the ceiling marred with intricate Greek insignia of the underworld,  which is Cerberus  and my father's half of darkness.

Straightening  my posture, I walked behind the goddess of crossroads with my head held high.

Momentarily taken aback when a weight  appeared on my side, glancing down just to be met with my sword.

Seems like father knows what happened.

Not good.

I heard a soft cough to my side, Glancing up to Hecate who was giving me a curious look. With a shrug, I scratched the back of my neck. "I just got distracted."

"It's fine, I do have to tell you something  about your bloodline Nico." She turned to place both her hands on my shoulder, making me involuntarily flinch taking an instinctive step away from her.

Realising my actions, I bowed my head and apologized.

"I'm sorry my lady it's just that..."

"I get it. It's fine."

Fiddling with my ring, I finally noticed that we were now apparently in front of the double doors that lead to the throne room. Greek fire dancing  with mirth in their iron stands as if sensing the goddess beside me.

"What about my bloodline?" I didn't  bother pretending  to be excited because what good has ever happened when I was told about my ancestry?

Last time that happened, we were attacked  by a monster at school. We all know where that lead to.

Events that I'd  rather not name since it's  still somewhat bittersweet.

"It about-

-about your mother Nico." The sound of o doors sliding open was heard beside us as Hades, my father walked out from the room.

He had a solemn look on his features as he gave Hecate an acknowledging nod to which the goddess returned.

But my attention had already been caught by the current topic. My mother. What about her?

Giving the two powerful deities a genuinely  curious look, Hecate continuing while my father leaned on the wall, his gaze pointed at me.

"You see. Nico, she was one my descendants," the goddess clasped her hands  together, staring longingly at the flames as if she was reliving a memory before tuning back to state down at me. "You've heard or rumors about witches and wizards, am I correct?"

With a politely silent nod, she continued.

"The godly magic in her blood has long been diluted, and she was deemed a squib or a magicless witch." Hecate continued as I momentarily glance back over to my father's stoic features, then turning back, over to the goddess.

"You do know what that mean for you though, Nico?"

She had her regal and thin dark brow raised at me. Sighing under my breath, shuffling on my spot, I looked up to level my gaze with hers and nodded.

Her features softened by a margin as she turned back to my father, which I didn't  bother glancing towards.

I know what she meant.