Angels and Demons

Nico

I don't exactly remember the part where I started to cry. I hardly ever cried, so this was quite hard to fathom. I didn't exactly remember the part where I also fell asleep on the grass. It wasn't even sunny and warm, then again, it never really was. 

It's the Underworld for gods sake, it's supposed to dark ad gloomy.

When I woke up, someone was stroking my face.

I looked up to see Hazel and I smiled cherrily if a little weary.

'Hey, Gem. What's up?'

'You missed breakfast. Why didn't you come?'

'Ah, just wanted to say good morning to Bianca before I came.'

'Oh. I miss her.'

'Pfft. I bet you don't even remember her.' I said sitting up.

'Yes, I do.' she said determined.

'Okay, describe her.'

'She had jet black hair and warm brown eyes and tan skin and a small nose and dark wings and liked archery and plenty of other stuff. She never got really angry and she would always sing me lullabies whenever I thought they were monsters under my bed and read me stories so I could go to sleep. She loved taking care of us and she especially loved you.'

Hazel's description really hit hard.

' She liked the colour light grey and always insisted to cook by herself and whenever she addressed the servants, she would address them as equals and always told us to do the same. She was nice and kind and loving and accepting and always said that mistakes make us better. She was about 120 years and she loved the locals.'

Damn, who knew a sixty year old would be that good.

'What you miss most about her, Nico?'

I sat and thank for while before I said

'Absouletly everything.'

Then I hugged Hazel, grateful that I had one living thing that I could confide in.

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'Sup? Sorry about this big pile of sad shit. I was literally playing ' Party in the USA' while writing this, so I'm emotionless right now and I shall feel the sting of regret tomorrow. Anyways, I'mma sleep now.

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!