Just a warning, dark Nico ahead. Very dark Nico…

BTW, this is after the Heroes of Olympus series. Percy is about to turn 18.

In this story, Nico isn't giving Percy up, so…Solangelo doesn't exist. Sry, I think it's a cute couple too, but it just doesn't fit in the plot. ; )

The scene where Nico tells Percy about his orientation and claims that Percy isn't his type has happened, but Will's involvement is platonic only.

Hope you guys enjoy!

Ink…

Chapter 1

Percy stared on as the body of his fiancé, Annabeth Chase, dissolved into silver light. Nico di'Angelo stood up. His eyes were filled with unshed tears. Everything was still. No one moved, even the monsters recognized this as a momentous moment.

Annabeth Chase was dead.

Percy's grief filled scream of rage startles everyone back to reality. He didn't attack a monster. He attacked Nico.

"What did you do to her?!" He grabbed Nico's shirt collar. "Why didn't you call in a medic?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Clarisse pulled Percy off of the poor boy and yanked him behind the lines. She knew grief. She understood losing someone. Chris was alive, but there was a moment when his mind was dead.

"Come on, snap out of it Jackson."

"He has just experienced his soul being torn in half and you wish him to 'snap out of it'?"

Clarisse turned to see a grief stricken Athena. Poseidon was beside her. The daughter of Ares immediately bowed. Percy was oblivious. The wind was picking up. The earth trembled. Poseidon frowned. He knew his son was powerful, but fighting against Poseidon's own might and control and winning? That was unbelievable.

Percy let loose another inhuman scream.

Clarisse looked at the campers fighting as if in a separate reality, detached. They were fighting sluggishly. They needed their leader. She grabbed Percy's shoulders. "Percy! Your men are dying! They need you! You have rage? Take it out on the monsters!"

Percy stared at her. His green eyes glittered with hatred and rage and all things dark and twisted. Clarisse warded off evil. She felt as if she was staring straight into Tartarus through those eyes.

Percy straightened and walked towards the monsters. His power was spiking. In his raw emotion, Percy was as powerful as a god, because no human qualities were holding him back. He flicked a wrist and half of the monsters were blown apart as the water inside them boiled. He lifted his hand and the other half of the monsters screamed as the water was ripped our of them. With the water he stole, he formed shards of ice and stabbed the remaining monsters like pin cushions.

Now that there were no more enemies, Percy turned and stared at di'Angelo. Quietly walking up to him, he whispered. "You could have saved her."

Nico stared straight into Percy's eyes. "She didn't want to be saved. She wanted me to collect her soul and send it to the Underworld. She was hit in the spine, Percy. Paraplegic for life."

Percy scoffed and turned to leave.

"Don't you want to hear her last words?"

The taller boy froze.

"'Tell Percy not to end his life. Tell him to live it to the fullest and meet me in Elysium.'"

That certainly sounded like Annabeth. Percy's jaw clenched. He didn't turn around. He kept right on walking, straight into the ocean.

All is not as it seems guys, don't worry. : )

Ink…