Nico di Angelo had always been the quiet one, brooding, guarded, a true son of Hades. But everything shifted when he fell for a child of Hecate. Little by little, the shadows around him seemed less heavy. He smiled more. He laughed more. He wasn’t all anger and melancholy anymore, just a boy who finally felt understood.

He found comfort in playing Mythomagic with them, using his powers to spook them on purpose, and dragging them along to every eerie, haunted place he could find. And gods, did he love it. Each spot more unsettling than the last. Of course, he really outdid himself during their quest in Paris, because the moment he got the chance, Nico dragged them straight into the catacombs.

Nico flicked on his flashlight, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Come on, mi tesoro… I’ll keep you safe. I always do.”