Nico di Angelo

Why?

Nico di Angelo. The only living son of Hades that apparently is the best among all of his siblings throughout the centuries.

Granted with a title at a very young age, Ghost King. The first ever lone survivor of the Pit. Surviving through two wars, yet even then wasn't acknowledged as a hero for less than a week. Although, Nico doesn't really want the attention that much. He just wants to feel welcomed.

Currently, Nico is in the Underworld. Working with important Underworld paper work and helping some ghost who would like to get a permission to go up. Nico really like his job because the feeling of helping made him feel happiness, but the tiredness he felt after it didn't really do well with him. The cons of having a title at such a young age without knowing the heavy responsibilities.

"Your highness?" a familiar hoarse voice called. Nico looked up at the Zombie in front of him. Elberto, the zombie butler that his Father gifted him.

"What is it, Elberto?" he asked.

"His majesty wants you to do the inspection on the ghosts arriving today." The zombie informed.

"Okay. I'll go to my room and change first. My outfit wouldn't be appropriate for an inspection." Nico said, standing up from his expensive and one of a kind leather chair, in his very own office connecting his bedroom.

"Your highness is as handsome as always and need not to worry about his outfit. Anything that your highness wears is great on your highness." Nico only chuckled at the Zombie's compliment and overusage of the word 'your highness' everytime he speaks.

Though, the Zombie is absolutely right in saying Nico is handsome. Nico di Angelo would look handsome in anything. Some might say he's pretty. His angelic features were made for it. Yet, the beautiful angelic guy doesn't really see what others see.

"Indeed, but I atleast would want to look presentable for my the peace of my mind, Elberto. Just wait for me while I go change."

"Yes, your highness."

Nico entered the doors connecting his bedroom to his office, closing and locking it for a bit more of a privacy. Even though, a god can directly flashed through his bedroom if they wanted to.

Walking in his own walk-in closet. Full of black clothings with some rare bright colors mixing in. All tailored by the finest tailors of the World. Dead or Alive.

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After changing into an outfit to his liking. Nico stood in front of the big mirror in his bedroom. Watching his self, wearing a black princely or fantasy outfit adorned with real gold that is usually seen by mortal games. Nico smiled at in front of the mirror before going out.

"Let's go, Elberto."

"Yes, your highness."

The two underworldy beings travelled through the shadows. Arriving at one of the Underworld entrance in just a second.

After shadow travelling the big statue of Athena, Nico's power and control over the shadows strengthened, which makes him more powerful and at ease after his full recovery.

Charon, who expected their arrival bowed at the presence of their only Prince and most likely to be heir of the Underworld.

"A pleasure to see you again, Nico."

"Oh. Stop it, Charon. We just met yesterday." Nico said, amused by the ferry man's action.

"Ah! Then it's a pleasure to meet you again, Nico."