"Why?" He whispered to himself, his scratchy voice quivering with un-shed tears, whilst sitting on a gravestone in some windy New Orleans graveyard. He was happy he had his Aviator jacket. He also couldn't believe that it had been just that morning his world had fallen to shambles.
It seemed like any other day, he woke up to the sound of his annoying alarm clock in his uncomfortable coffin bed, ate a breakfast of McDonald's with the seven, sacrificed food to the gods (and later regretted it), and headed down to the underworld to help his dad with expanding Erobos's (I don't think I spelled that correctly...) borders.
"I think we should add a bridge here." The ghost of Daedalus had proposed, just as Persephone strode into the room.
"He ruined all my clothes!" Her breathy voice had shrieked, as an accusing finger pointed at Nico. Her voice had sounded fake even to him.
His stepmother hated him, and often blamed him for "pranking" her. His father, of course, was as oblivious as Percy when it came to his wife's lying ways.
Hades had stood up, looking mildly disappointed. A lot of emotion for the stony-faced God. "I thought you knew better than this, son." He had muttered sadly. "You are beginning to think you are on equal footing with the gods." "But-" Nico had desperately tried to protest, but his father cut him off.
"I'm sorry, Nico. But I hereby banish you from the underworld." The God's deep voice had muttered, sealing an oath that would forever keep a child from his home.
"What? B-but-" Nico had whispered helplessly, but Hades simply snapped his fingers, and Nico was engulfed in a thick cloud of smoke, being taken to the mortal world against his will as Persephone smiled, and a lone tear dribbled down his cheek.
Upon getting to New York, Nico decided that he was NOT, under any circumstances at all, going to either camps. He could imagine them taunting him, "you got kicked out of your own fathers domain? How pathetic is that!"
No matter what Jason said, the campers were cruel. He was everyone's golden boy, when they were with him, no side showed but their good side. With Nico, however... things weren't the same.
So, he came to the one safe place that he knew of. His both metaphorical and literal last resort. A peaceful, quiet graveyard with the feeling of death practically in the air. A place where he was alone to the rest of the world. Or, so he thought.
