Lifted Up

Chapter 4

AN: okay so I hesitated explaining before because it might ruin the story's vibe but there are some people confused. If you're part of the ones that understand then just skip this~

So Will did die at the end of the last fic. He was made into a guardian angel because he had already been fighting demons and because Nico kindof vouched for him. Nico got moved up in rank to an Archangel.

And yes, I know some people debate if this is possible among like the real stuff but this is a fanfiction.

Will's first human to guard is Percy and Annabeth's kid, which they named William after him. The story started in Nico's POV but it switched to Will's halfway through the last chapter.

I hope that cleared some stuff up, let me know if you still have questions~

William Jackson didn't quite understand why his parents always had cuts and bruises. He didn't understand why they couldn't see me.

As he grew older, they got more worried.

"They say you're a demon..." His eyes never rested. "But you said you're my angel."

I still didn't understand why he could see me. Nico didn't, either. But we went with it. There was nothing more we could do.

He got older. From him, I watched my friends grow up without me. The demons never stopped chasing them.

He went to school. He came home. He cried when no one was looking.

Why was I given him? Who entrusted me with his life?

I once lived. I once held promise on my fingertips. Coffee, passion, friends and enemies. I can still remember what my heartbeat felt like when I first met Nico.

But now my chest was silent. My ribcage held no more breath. My halo was my only source of life.

Why did they turn me into an angel? To try and save me. Why couldn't I save William? I'll never know.

He was just like Percy in some ways. Bold. Happy. Daring. He lit himself on fire to give others light. I tried to tell him not to, but who would listen to a mere angel?

Will you listen, after seeing everything that's happened?

The end is near. Please be prepared.

William was around eleven when I started seeing myself in him. He fixed his father up after a night of demon killing. He tried to sign up for a job but always got caught. He only lied to his parents when it was good for everyone.

He stopped insisting that I'm real. He stopped looking at me in hopes I would disappear.

I was there when his parents told him about me for the first time. I watched as realization dawned on his face, I saw true horror come from such youth.

He cried himself to sleep.

The youth, the future. He should have been the future. But I knew back then that I'd never see how old age looked on him.

~Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I'm one of them.~

And so was he. I could see it in his eyes, in his movements. Depression had settled into his chest in a cancerous form of disaster. His words got shorter. His movements grew slower.

He was what he'd forever be. I didn't know how to save him.

Maybe some people were just meant to destroy themselves. If a candle didn't burn, we wouldn't have light. If a match wasn't struck, forever ruined, we would be in the dark.