Soulmate Cinderella AU- Solangelo

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Nico POV

I woke up to Cerberus barking. Great. I was having such a nice dream too. I had met my soulmate and we ran away together. Too bad when they meet me, they won't want me. I mean, I can't even be a boy properly. I should just suck it up. Go back to being Nicholas. No more Nico. No...I know I can't do that. Even for my soulmate. I looked at the calendar I had made out of an old newspaper my father had thrown away and saw the date. January 28. My birthday. I had a new tattoo! I quickly undressed and looked over my body for it. I found it on my thigh. It was a pan flag. They were pansexual. There...there was a chance they would like me. I grinned. But that joy was cut short when Cerberus' barking became piercingly loud. How did everyone sleep through that?! 

I got dressed in some white towels that mama had left me before she died, that I had sewed together to make something that resembled a Greek robe. I rushed downstairs, still barefoot, to get breakfast ready for my family. I cooked eggs, bacon, porridge, and toast for everyone and set the table. Once I was done, I went back upstairs to wake my family. I started with my half-sister, Holly, who was two years older than me at 20. I knocked on her door and stepped in, knowing she was asleep. 

"Holly!" I said. "You need to wake up." She stirred. 

"Ughhh...go away." She said. 

"I will, I'm just telling you breakfast is ready." I hurried out of the room before she could throw something at me like usual. Next I woke up Ivy, who was 21, Jasmine, who was 22, and Lily, was was 23. Than my father Hades and step-mother Persephone. Soon they were all around the table and I was serving them their breakfast. My sisters were like miniature versions of my stepmother. Dark brown hair, always decorated in certain flowers, really tall, and really snobby. The only things they really got from our father were their soulless eyes. They were like voids. I've heard mine were like that but I knew I got my eyes from mama. 

You might be wondering why I have so many half-sisters. Well, my dad had been with Persephone since he was a teenager, but tended to have affairs with my mother, another lady named Marie, and a mysterious lady called Minthe. He had two children with my mother, me and my late sister Bianca, and one with Marie, named Hazel. Hazel had gotten married to her soulmate, Frank, eight years ago, when she was 18 (Just pretend Hazel is older) and left me alone with our step-sisters and parents. Hazel was the only one that actually cared about my existence in this house and ever since she left, everyone has treated me like I was a servant or just straight out avoided me. They took away almost everything I had, my clothes, art supplies, everything that wasn't "essential". Luckily, I was able to hide some of my mama's old jewelry, fabric, and anything else that she held dear. I was in contact with Hazel constantly, but never told her about it because I didn't want her to hate the only family we had. I tell her almost everything, like how I was fairly certain I was nonbinary, which she responded well to. Her mother, Marie, left as soon as Hazel was born while mine stayed in contact regularly until she died when I was 10 in a lightning storm. 

"Nicholas!" Ivy yelled. I flinched at the name. I looked down to see that I over filled her tea while spacing out and quickly stopped pouring. 

"Sorry! I'll get a new cup." I hurried over to the towels and tried to wipe it off the table, but before I could, Persephone cleared her throat causing me to freeze. 

"Nicholas, because of that, you don't get leftovers for the next week." She told me. Great. I've only had six pomegranate seeds all week and I have to live out of that for the next 7 days? That was the usual punishment for talking back or doing something that upset any of them. I don't get food unless it's leftovers but they seem to enjoy starving me until I die. I know why. It's different reasons for all of them, but I know why they don't like me. For my father, I remind him too much of mama. I inherited her personality. Stubborn, bold, and not afraid to do anything. He feels if he strips away my personality, he won't be constantly reminded of his late love Maria. It may have only been an affair, but I know he really loved her.