Angels and Demons

Will

[A/N: Happy new month, everybody!!!!!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳]

The demon rushed out before I could say anything. As he left, I found myself holding back a sigh. Then, I smiled to myself. 

I remebered when Nico touched my hair. A piece of his arm brushed aganist my forehead and it felt cold and I ... liked it?!?!?! 

It was cold, but in a warming way, if that makes any sense. Which it probably doesn't. 

It was cold, but in that 'everything's- gonna- be -alright'way. 

I don't know.

As I gathered my thoughts, my cell door opened and I found myself hoping it was Nico.

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

The person I saw was a man who looked like a taller version of Nico. He had pale skin with an olive tint, black eyes and hair. He wore black, royal robes and a helmet of power that radiated fear. I could see all my worst fears and secrets and nightmares coming back to life at the back of my mind. Secrets, lies and nightmares that I'd forgotten about hundreds of years ago came to life in my head.

' Look at me.' he said and I nervously tilted my head upwards.

' You know why you're here, right?'

' Yes.'

' why?' he asked.

' Prisoner of war.' I answered.

' Good, good. Exactly. Now, I 'm sure you've met my son, Nico?'

The very name of that boy sent butterflies around my stomach.

' I take that as a yes. Now, listen, are you by any chance gay?'

' Why do you ask?' I wondered why he was asking.

He must've seen the suspicousnes in my eyes, 'cause he replied ' No reason.' 

' I'll send someone to give you your dinner, seeing as it's late. Goodbye for now, spoil of war.' he continued and then left, leaving just as confused as ever.

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Hey guys, it me. Sorry for not updating for about a month. I kinda forgot this story existed. Oops. Anyways, just in case you didn't know, every, I think, 2nd of Feb, they have this festival in Veince, Italy, where Ghost King was born, I think. So, let's just apperciate Italy today, okay? Okay. Anyway,I've gotta go. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.