Apollo to heal a broken Hades

Delilah Anya Rouge

NICO'S P.O.V

I walked away from Will, toward the girl I had only heard whispers about from my visits to my fathers home. The girl who defeated monsters before she even knew what they were, who found solace in the company of ghosts who brought her up from the age of 4. The 12 year old child who sent so many to the underworld, and loved every minute of it. She frightened me, and I decided, it was my job to restrain her.

As soon as Leo landed, instead of speaking with him, questioning the goddess who sat comfortingly behind him, I went straight toward the girl, grabbing her arm firmly, and taking her away before she had time to draw her dagger.

"And who do you think you are!" She protested, her sickly sweet voice, radiating a fake innocence.

"Nico Di-Angelo, and you Delilah are coming with me." I went to drag her away from everyone, to give her the rundown, that maybe she shouldn't make her status known to everyone just yet, stay low, learn the ways. But then, we were Stopped by Chiron and Will, coming up in front of us.
"Fuck." I whispered under my breath.

"Mr Di-Angelo, would you care to explain where you are taking our new camper?" Chiron interrupted. I was going to say something, anything to get him off my back, when Delilah butted in.

"Delilah Anya Rouge." She introduced herself a sadistic sweetness laced into her tone, she looked straight into my eyes, with her death swimming own.

"Or the Dark princess if you prefer my fathers approach." Her eyes danced with the humour of it all. At my dumbfounded expression at the nickname.

"Oh Ghost king, you didn't think you were the only daddy's boy. Daddy has taken such a special interest to me." She leaned into my ear, "He's told me some secrets you could only dream about, let me tell you sometime." I practically shivered at her tone.

Chiron looked as uncomfortable as I was, "Ms Anya Rouge, Hades is your father?" He questioned stepping in closer, worried that she posed a threat, as she slowly nodded, smirking.

"Chiron." I pleaded with him, practically begging. "Let me talk to her, I know of her." Chiron nodded, slowly turning away, obviously going to try and get answers later.
"Take Will with you though." It was a set statement, one I felt uncomfortable about, if what I knew of Delilah was true, it was something I didn't want him involved in.

I started walking, keeping a close eye on Delilah as she skipped around like the young innocent child she wasn't.
"Who is this chic?" Will asked, having caught up with me, his gaze not leaving Delilah, as he watched her with curiosity, wide eyed.
"Our worst nightmare."
"Death boy, stop with the cheesy, seriously, who is she?" We kept walking, watching as Delilah stopped to pick a a flower, smelling it like a young child would, before watching it wither at her fingertips, giggling. She skipped around in a circle there, singing in a mesmerising voice, "I'm the dark princess, I'm the dark princess." Killing each flower she stopped to touch.
"Hades for real Nico, she's a.... She's a daughter of hades, a fucking sadistic one." Will explained in a purely surprised tone.
"I need to talk to her Will, tell her not to do this, and find out why she's here."
"What do you mean, why she's here, she's a demigod, why not?" He asked, finally turning to me.
"I mean, since she was seven she has been living by herself, with ghosts are her tutor, she has survived for this long by herself, why come now?" I had turned to him, as fear danced through me, I knew something was wrong, and I needed to know what.

"Fuck, Nico!" Will yelled, running over to the basketball courts, I turned around abruptly, suddenly seeing what he had. Delilah had summoned ghosts and skeletons, scaring the hell out of the Apollo Players playing a game, they all had their swords out, stabbing and maiming each one, and yet, a giggling Delilah summoned two for every one killed.

"Holy mother of god." I muttered, running up, and trying to banish each undead creature, but fuck she was strong.
"Will, knock her out or something!" I called out, losing touch with my real self, feeling fainter by the minute. I was still washed out, not strong enough for this extreme underworld magic.
The last thing I saw before I blacked out, was Will smashing Delilah over the head with the flat of a blade.

Hey guys, just incase you didn't notice, Delilah Anya Rouge is my character, I also want to thank you guys for reading this, it really makes my day!! :D

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