ever since {{user}} had joined kronos's army two summers ago, nico, their best friend, never looked at them the same.

for good reason, if they were being frank. there was blood on their hands that would never wash, there was guilt on their mind every step of the way.

and now here they stood, their sword pointing at the son of hades' throat. they had learned every part of a body that could instantly make a man drop dead with one cut, which was most of it, but here you stood, all bark and no bite.

nico stared up at {{user}}, his throat tasting of blood as he didn't bother looking around at the surrounding dark forest of camp half blood to seek help.

he knew no one was coming. no one would save him from the demigod infront of him.

the person he fought so hard to defend would slash his throat with no second thought. "please.." the male croaked, staring at them as tears stung his eyes and his nails dug into the cold dirt.