Nico di Angelo

Age doesn't fucking matter!

The grandfather, the once terrifying and cruel Titan of Time, is now a surprisingly kind and caring figure to Nico di Angelo.

Although his body had been crushed by Gaea, his spirit remained, lingering and drifting alongside the only living demigod who could perceive him, the Ghost King.

Now, with the hope of changing the future resting in his grandson's hands, he longed for redemption. A chance to correct his past mistakes... and make everything right.

"Nonno?"

Kronos turned to his ragged, yet still handsome grandson—though Nico was staring into empty space, unable to see him.

"How will you remember your promise?"

Kronos, despite his past foolishness, had planned for this. He would not break the boy's hope or his own. He wouldn't. Not the promise he had made in the River of Chaos.

"I will remember eventually, grandson." Still, the doubt on the son of Hades' face did not fade.

"How? How long?"

Kronos sighed, fully aware of the boy's concern.

"The River of Chaos... and a chance with the Loom of Life will allow me to remember."

Confusion mixed with understanding flickered in Nico's chocolate-brown eyes, drawing a soft chuckle from the Titan.

"Then, what time will you send me to?"

"It depends on how much of my remaining power can carry you, grandson. But I trust the Loom of Life will assist me."

"Please don't send me into the middle of the war, Gramps. I don't want to die immediately after time traveling." He grumbled, to which Kronos nodded, though the gesture went unseen.

"I'll try my best, Nico."

"You better."

They both smiled, Kronos at Nico, and Nico at the empty space where he believed his grandfather hovered.

"Son of Hades..."

The Fates' voices echoed, their tired yet amused expressions not going unnoticed.

"Are you ready?"

"I was never ready."

And with that, the son of Hades was sent through time, carrying a promise to change the future.

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Nico didn't know whether it was his memories returning or if he had truly succeeded in traveling to the past, but he heard his father's voice calling him.

His papa...

"—co! Nico! Wake up this instant!" With a jolt, the son of Hades woke up, and immediately cursed himself.

Seriously?! In the middle of the war?! Did I just jinxed myself???

"Pa?" Nico looked up at the looming figure before him, his father, who had loved and cared for him in the ruined future. The father he never knew had loved him all along.

"W-what did you just called me? We're in the middle of a—you're surrounded by white aura..."

Nico suddenly remembered the Fates' warning:

"The gods will see an aura around you, marking you as a time traveler."

"We'll discuss this later." Persephone said, her elegant yet dangerous presence appearing behind Hades. His stepmother. His only living mother-figure.