Ever since he had told Percy of his plan on his birthday ,, there had been increasing pressure on him from Hades to get it to work. He had the sincerest of intentions ,, but he needed information. Bianca had appeared to /percy/ but not /him. His own sister! And while he no longer blamed Percy for what had happened to her, he did think that it was unfair. He missed her incredibly ,, she was such a staple in his life that he didn’t know what to do after he lost her. All he could do was run ,, and unfortunately he had ended up running to the underworld. The dead had been his only company for so long ,, the ghosts and skeletons ,, including the late Midas. Who was a traitorous scumbag who had taken advantage of his grief. And once he found out ,, he wasted no time in making it clear that /he/ was the ghost king.
However ,, he had come a long way from the shining-eyed kid in the last year or so ,, most of that development being after he had finally been on that cursed ranch and been forced to confront Percy again. His hatred had been so great then ,, the blame of his sister's death on percy ,, but bianca herself had told him to let go of the hatred. He hadn’t let go of the pain ,, but he stopped hating percy. And they were even friends now ,, in his mind they were. Which was why he found himself now climbing up to get to the balcony outside of Percy’s bedroom again. Though not to propose his plan again. This time just to talk. Or he hoped so. When most of your friends were the dead you tended to get lonely. He had even brought mcdonald’s as a peace offering.
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