A/N: So, here's the final chapter of this story. To those of you, who hoped for a wedding scene – I am sorry to disappoint you, but I couldn't come up with one. Usually, I would have Jason declare them married, but since this is an AU, it wouldn't have worked, and I don't think it was necessary for the ending which I imagined. I think Hades would strike me as the type who – after a change of heart – would write such a letter instead of just turning up on the doorstep.

So, since this is the final chapter – thanks for all those who read this story, reviewed, added it to their favourites, and followed it!

— Hashtag

Disclaimer: Unsurprisingly, I haven't turned into Rick Riordan over night.

CHAPTER 11 – EPILOGUE

Dear Nico,

I know that it has been a long time since we talked to each other, and I know I should consider myself lucky if you even do read this letter and not just shred it. In case you really are listening, I think there are a few things I should say. One thing I'd like to say beforehand, though: It has taken me a lot of effort to find the right address to send this letter to, so please take it as a sign that I am sincere.

I am sure you have heard of the accident I have had a year ago – it was all over the front page of every single tabloid, but I wouldn't blame you if you'd just seen my name and dumped the newspaper into the trash bin. Anyway, this accident, which forced me to undergo a long rehabilitation therapy, made me realize how precious every single second of life is, as debased as it sounds. By now, I do regret what I have said to you, and I acknowledge that I have miserably failed at being a father. What you accused me of in the heat of the moment is true – your birth was not planned. But I should have cared for you anyway, and I am sorry I didn't.

You may like to hear that I have retired from business. This life is too precious to waste it completely, this realization can never come too late. Maybe you are also satisfied to hear that Ms. Ellen shares your stance on love – last thing I've heard, she's eloped with her boyfriend and is currently living in Europe with him.

Back to the topic at hand, I do know that my behavior was far beyond excuse or forgiveness, but one can always hope. I would like to meet you and apologize in person. On condition that you haven't kicked me out by then, I would also love to spend some time with you and your husband, and catch up on what I've missed of your life.

It is completely up to you, Nico. Please at least consider it. You do know my pride, and I hope the fact I have written this letter to you will convince you of my sincerity. I most likely wouldn't have normally, but the knowledge – or is it hope? – that you wouldn't laugh at the thought of your father's walk to Canossa made it easier.

I hope you do reply to me, even if it is just to tell me that you don't wish to see me anymore.

Ti amo, figlio,

Hades

PS: Please pass on my apologies to your husband. I figure he is most likely 'hating my guts', as I think people say nowadays. I wish I would have been there to walk you down the aisle, and I am incredibly grateful that you and your husband still consider the surname of my family worthy enough to bear it.