Chapter 5: Solangelo

"You don't know what it's like, being a son of Hades, Will! No one wants anything to do with you. They think your weird, or, different. And some of them don't even give you a chance!" Nico shouted at his boyfriend, the beautiful son of Apollo, in the middle of the Hades cabin. Somehow, they had managed to enter this argument, and Nico couldn't stand it. So, he'd blurted out what it was like to be him, to be....ignored. To be rejected. To be pushed away. To be seen differently, to be from a different time period. And it was true. Will didn't have any idea. He was the cheery, golden, and perfect son of Apollo! He saved lifes! Will pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying to get rid of a headache, and collected himself. "I know that. And I've told you before, I wish I did know, I would take your pain away if I could, and deal with it for you." He paused for a minute, and Nico gave him the death stare, with an extra order of di Angelo deadlines. "But you don't know what it's like to be me either. A son of Apollo. Oh, yeah, sure, it might seem easy and look like I have the perfect life and everyone just loves me. But it's not! I'm only gifted in two areas of his domain: Healing and singing. Singing, Nico! I guess I'll just have to mumble a lullaby to the next monster that tries to kill me and I kill it instead with my calming voice! And healing? Sure, it's amazing to be able to save life's everyday, or just help someone. But, in all honesty? It sucks, Nico, it does! Some people not even I can save. And every single loss caused by me tears me up from the inside! Healing isn't even that helpful." Nico didn't know what he wanted to do first. Smack Will upside the head, or shadowtravel away, and find peace somewhere. He didn't take his death glare from the other boy. But he noticed the floor beneath him was rotting a bit. And he tried to calm down. "Healing isn't helpful?!" He nearly yelled, his hands balled into fists, his nails cutting into his palms. But he didn't care. "At least you can save people! Meanwhile, what do I do? Oh, wait, I forgot. I bring death wherever I go! I kill people and monsters, I take lifes, just like my father! Whether on purpose, or accidentally, I take lifes. You think, being a fighter is great, and really helpful. But in truth, William Andrew Solace?" Will flinched at his full name. "Being born a fighter is the same as being born a monster. Everything you kill along the way, mortal or monster or immortal, it doesn't matter! Every kill destroys you one by one until you end up like me." After that, he really did shadowtravel away, ignoring Will's pleas. He needed to be alone. And that wouldn't happen if he and the son of Apollo were both in the same camp. But, when he got to his destination, he started to collapse. And it didn't make sense. That was the first time he'd used his powers in about a month, so shouldn't it be stronger, shouldn't he be stronger? He didn't know and couldn't think as the darkness ate him up.