It all started with the Gods. It's funny, how the gods are almost always at the root of everything. Hades had given me a job as the ambassador of Pluto, meaning that I was the only one who knew about both camps. I was also the only one who knew about the prophecy, and what it meant. So when I head the line: And foes bear arms to the doors of death. I was the only known demigod child if Hades. I could travel anywhere in the underworld, right? Wrong, very wrong.
~~~~~~~~~~Time Jump~~~~~~~~~
Unfortunately, the doors weren't in Elysium, they weren't in Asphodel and they weren't in Punishment. Which could mean only one thing: they were in Tartarus. I was standing on the edge of the pit, shaking. A/N: different pit than the one Percy and Annabeth took. It wasn't a far drop, maybe twenty feet? But falling wasn't what I was worried about. I twas about everything that comes after that. No god or demigod has ever been here before, why did I think that I could do it? You're doing this to protect Hazel, I reminded myself, and... Percy. I had to give up on him, but I couldn't. It was too painful, waiting for someone that would never come. But he was happy with Annabeth, he wasn't a messed up freak like me. And even if he was, why would someone like Percy Jackson even look at me? I was the son of Hades, I didn't belong anywhere, not at either camp, not even in the underworld. When I finished this quest, I was leaving for good. No one would ever have to walk away from me in fear again.
And with that happy thought, I jumped. I hated the feeling of falling, that feeling in your stomach. It only lasted about thirty seconds, then I landed on the ground, "Ow," I muttered, because I had landed hard on my feet. And then I made the mistake of looking up. Nothing could have ever prepared me for what I saw. Monsters were everywhere, reforming like zits in the body of Tartarus. The ground was like red dirt and the smell. Imagine dirty diapers, now imagine that smell being everywhere. I nearly threw up. That's when I realized that I needed to stop feeling bad for myself and start looking. Based on the geography, I need to cross all the way to the other end of Tartarus. I popped a pomegranate seed from my mothers garden into my mouth and started walking.
How was that? Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have been busy with my other Fanfic, Falling in Love with the Ghost King. I hope you liked it. Please remember to comment and vote!
Yours in Demigodishness and all that,
Claire
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Tartarus (Nico di Angelo Fanfiction)
FanfictionImagine hell. Imagine the darkest, scariest most vile place in the world. Now, imagine it at least five hundred times worst. Welcome to Tartarus, where no god or demigod has ever been before. At least, not until now. How did I get here? Well, that's...