Nico was never a fan of his father's ruling. His father was either a tyrant or much too laid back with how he handled the souls of the dead.

Of course, sometimes alive people made it down here. That always interested Nico. A lot of people thought this was hell, and wanted to sell their souls to his father. His father always took the deal, but always made sure he would be the one to get the better part of the deal.

Nico sat in the throne room, on his own throne, adjacent to his fathers. He was the prince of the underworld anyways, a title he had never particularly enjoyed. A book sat in his lap, some dreary detective book. He already knew who the murderer was, but it was holding his attention.

Souls flitted about, begging his father for mercy. The usual.

The room went silent, Nico's eyes raised. There was a person standing In the doorway. They were alive.