Prologue

Nico laid on that attic floor, his gaze watching the noose he had made swing in the breeze. An eerie sight, a sight so terrifyingly peaceful. Soon, it'd all be over. Soon, he'd be in Heaven.

All his pain would be gone.

He'd be with his mom and sister.

Or...

He'd cease to exist. If there was no Heaven, if there was no Hell.

His comfort shattered at this thought. And it was this thought that kept him staring at the noose instead of hanging himself from it. Would he regret it?

He did for the rest of the day. He almost went back to it multiple times, stared at it for hours at a time. That swinging noose, so perfect in that attic, so lovely looking... It could kill him. It could finally kill him.

But he didn't let it. He didn't tie himself up there.

Nico di Angelo didn't hang himself, didn't kill himself. Didn't turn into a ghost as he could have.