"He deserved more than that. More than a chapter, more than entire epics, he deserved to live, the Fields of Asphodel will never deserve someone as devoted and good as him. He lived for justice, he died for justice, but I would throw that justice at...
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Delphi's Prophet
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For the next days, I confined Nico in his bedroom, having Alastor watch over him. We talked about the quest for Neoptolemus, and concluded that we'd leave for it on Friday. I'd call in sick for a week – if it went on for more than that, I'd summon a mistform of myself to go.
The reason for delaying our departure for a week had three main reasons. First, Nico needed rest, after bleeding out half the blood in his body. Second, we needed to gather some resources, and the people we'd take. Lastly, I didn't want to miss out on seeing Connor.
We'd established that Nico would rest until Wednesday, for three days, after which he'd rally someone to come with us.
"Are you sure?" he'd said, looking at me seriously. "I don't want you to get hurt... Your life just got back to normal, and I honestly don't want to be the one to ruin that for–"
I'd grabbed his face with my hands, cupping his cold skin in my palms. I quoted him.
"If you go against them by yourself, you'll die. I don't want you to die, capiche?"
He'd nodded.
It was Wednesday. I'd planned out the day meticulously (Yeah, I did a little note on the fridge and I'm proud of it, alright?). I'd go grocery shopping in the morning, have lunch with Nico, do the math homework I'd been avoiding, and then get ready for my meeting with Connor.
As I started my day, I kept on thinking about the son of Hades who'd invited me to this funny little mission – that we had a roughly 15% chance of getting out of alive – who laid in the guest bedroom of my house.
I'd come to view Di Angelo like a brother, like a younger version of Ethan. The suggestion that Connor had come up with, hinting the possibility of there being anything other than platonic or fraternal love between me and him, absolutely made me want to throw up.
First things first, I wasn't about to groom a thirteen year old kid. Second, and again, he's like a brother. Incest isn't cool unless you're 100% a god. Lastly, I had a huge, gigantic, almost certain hunch, that this self-invited roommate of mine, was gay.
We didn't talk much about his potential love interests, because, well, what was the point? I did remember this one girl that Ethan liked, though. A daughter of Nike who was all about acting like she didn't like him and was only hanging out with him out of obligation, when she was simply drawn to him for whatever dimwitted reasons someone might be drawn to Ethan for.
Her name was something like... Natty? Nathaly, Nathalia, Natalie, something along those lines. No one dared to actually call her Natty, though. That was reserved to her closest. Gods forbid me being one of them, she was kinda insufferable.
