“No….”

This was not something Nico would have wished for in any universe. He could feel you dying from within his arms.

The minute he heard a faint buzzing in his ears he froze. Clutching the cold body tighter. He held on, to not only the person who had passed, but to their spirit.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t let go. He would escort the spirit to the underworld, but he would not let go. He never could, he would hold on. He would leave this godsforsaken mortal plane and spent eternity in the underworld…

If it meant he could keep spending life with you.