AN: Hey guys... pretty please don't kill me? I... I found my plan! Yay? Okay fine, please forgive me for not updating for over half a year, I kinda got swept up in homework, writers' block and a few other things, nothing major, just, stuff. I've been trying to make this chapter longer for ages but I just can't and I only just today figured out how to get to the next part of the story so yeah. I'll try and update quickly next time :) I'm also planning on writing an actual story... yeah... I got stuck on the character list because of genders. I also have a rainbow gay tree. This is going to go well. Anywho, enjoy and tell me what you think! :D

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Past: The Begining

Nico laughed, bemused at the 'outraged' expression upon Will's face. In all honesty, he looked like an angry kitten – more cute than intimidating. As soon as the laugh left Nico's mouth, Will protested and pushed him with a pout, lightening the atmosphere momentarily, but the gravity of the situation soon returned to greet them, making Nico frown once more.

"That's all I can tell you of that, you'll have to find out more yourself but feel free to tell me what you do learn," Nico tried for a small smile, but it didn't last, "I suppose you want to know my story now...the best place to start is always the beginning seemingly so, I'll explain how I got caught up in all this." He gestured to the room around before staring down at his lap, reciting and recalling the events that occurred oh so long ago. Once again, he lived through the death of his mother and sister, telling them even with the fine detail he still remembered, that would forever be etched into his mind. But he didn't stop there, no, he continued, describing the things that followed. What happened to Zeus? How did Nico come to live with the monster that was Hades?

*0oOo0*

Menacingly, a tall, run-down, abandoned building stood before Nico. An old warehouse, containing simply dust, that's what most thought. Except those few who knew. Those who knew either stayed far, far away or they dwelled within quite frequently. There was no middle ground. Well, unless those who considered themselves there enjoyed a most painful death.

But none of that even hindered Nico in the slightest; he walked forwards – no emotion in his step nor feeling fleeting across his face. Nothing fazed him; at least it didn't seem like it. Flinching wasn't even something he'd appeared to have heard of, neither hesitation, even when the doors of the rundown once establishment swung open, their creaking cutting through the faintly whimpering wind as they clattered open with surprising speed. Not that Nico noticed, or cared.

A simple, evil smirk came upon his face, simple, but evil nonetheless as he stepped into the 'storage facility', sending up swirling clouds of dust that wove through the intricate patterns of the shadows storming round behind Nico like a hurricane. The only sign of remaining emotion. Anger.

Leaving shadows and dust patterns in his wake, the Ghost King, or soon to be at least, headed in the same direction he'd been going in since arriving, dead ahead, to the other side of this strangely cold box filled room. That's right, box filled, but Nico knew not to open one, he already knew what they contained anyways.

Eventually, Nico came to a silent stop in front of the tin wall, waiting a moment as he recalled his shadows from their play, willing them back into his shadow, returning the surrounding darkness to normal.

Without much thought, the pale hand resting limp by his side was raised, palm pushed against the burning wall, on top of a skull within a triangle. His hand came back in the same condition, as if the tin had never been hot enough to cause severe burns, you couldn't tell that by his hand, not even his face. Pain was an alien display, never shown.

If he hadn't been looking, he wouldn't have known the tin had swung inwards to reveal a passage spiralling down into the ground and beneath, for no noise was made, not even the slightest scratching or colliding of materials upon each other. Not that it mattered, his attention was unwavering for there was but one goal set firmly in his mind for the time being, even if it was only to reach the ones that lay beyond. Well, for the time being.

Regardless, Nico had a schedule to keep, and beyond the unseen doorframe, in the uncaring darkness, cold stone steps ran downwards in a smooth spiral. Although careful maintenance was doubtful, they were still looking without chip or crack in the, if light shone upon it, gleefully gleaming black surface.

AN: Have a good day! I love you all! Don't kill me! Cya!

'Forgiveness is not always easy. At times, it feels more painful than the wound we suffered, to forgive the one that inflicted it. And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness.' -Marianne Williamson

~Jojo