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Will sniffled as he trudged towards the forest, aiming to settle on his personal haven where he sometimes screamed into the void.
He had a fight with Nico. A particularly bad one too. He didn’t mean it really—he was truly just concerned. But maybe Will went a little too far.
Gods. He overreacted. Will should plan a way to apologize to Nico. He never liked it whenever they fought, and it became a habit to tell how sorry he was first.
Will didn’t truly mind. He loves Nico; and while his side of the argument had merit, it’s nothing compared to his love for Nico.
Will let out a soft sigh as he stared at the sky. It was a bit cloudy. The sun was rarely seen on this particular day, and it must be why he felt a little gloomy. He glanced at the side, ready to see a few nymphs here and there. They always asked him how he was due to the fact that he’s been here ever since he was ten years of age and sought out this particular spot—but instead of the nymphs he considered friends, Will was granted with the sight of Zeus himself.
“Z—! Lord Zeus!” He sprang up, stammering. “I—I didn’t. . . What do you need? Mr. D—”
“I do not need Dionysus.” Zeus waved him off with a grin. He was wearing a semi-casual outfit that seemed a bit off to his usual get-ups.
“Oh,” Will found himself saying, confused. “Then. . . ?”
“You are one of Apollo’s sons, am I right?” Zeus said, leaning onto the particular tree that Will always screamed at.
“Yes.” Will answered. The sudden mention of his father made him worry. “Is Dad alright? Does he need—”
Zeus rolled his eyes. “Your father is fine. And even if he does need help, it’s certainly not from a demigod like you.”
Like you, echoed Will’s mind. It sent a strong pang of pain that spread through his chest. Is this why Nico was so adamant to not let him help too. . . ? Was he really that useless on the battlefield? Was he just lying to himself and others whenever he reassured them that they could depend on him?
“I do not mean any harm.” Will almost jumped out of his position when Zeus’s voice came from behind him. He took a step back, distancing himself from the King of the Gods, but said god himself took a huge step forward to him, and it made Will uncomfortable.
“Then,” Will rapidly searched for possible answers. The air suddenly felt suffocating, and his rapidly beating heart from anxiety is making him want to just bolt out of Zeus’s sight. But he didn’t want to be rude. Being rude to gods will bring everyone harm—and Will didn’t want to test that. “Are you here for Lady Hestia? She’s just here somewhere.”
“No.” Zeus took another step forward because Will stepped back. The god was staring at him from top to bottom. “I am not here for her.”
Before Will could ask once more, Zeus suddenly reached out and held his golden curls. Will felt himself still in place with one of his feet already positioned to run, “Lord—”
“I am here because you’ll do.” Zeus lowly said, a small smile on his lips. “You’re more than I expected.”
Will took that as the cue. He ran, swatting the god’s hand off of him. However, the god made him trip on the ground, making him stumble and fall—but it didn’t erase his resolve to escape. In fact, it heightened further.
“Ah-ah. Not yet. . .Will? Was it? It sounds familiar.” Zeus tutted. Will tried to hurriedly crawl before getting up on his feet again, but Zeus dragged him by one of his ankles. “Do not even try to escape.”
Will didn’t even remember when he started to cry, but he sobbed—fear and panic overwhelming his entirety as he fervently shook his head while Zeus threw him to a tree. It hurt. A lot. But Will was too scared to even mind the pain. “No! No, please. . . !”
He aimed to scream, but Zeus grabbed his hands and placed it on different, large tree roots. Not even a second later, rooty handcuffs were tightly placing him to the ground, facing the source of his horror: Zeus.
Will’s terror went up another level. Dad! He prayed, desperately prayed. Dad, help! Nico—!
“I withheld your prayers. And no one will hear us here! I enchanted the area.” Zeus laughed, reaching for Will’s face and cupped it harshly with just one hand. “So don’t even try. It’s useless.” The god stared at him as he sobbed into further hopelessness. Even so, Zeus smiled, his pupils dilating in lust. “You are pretty beautiful.” The god hummed. “I can see why even Aphrodite herself took an interest. Your face is fairer than Adonis.”
“No! No, please, I’ll do anything!” Will begged, sky blue eyes blurry with tears while trying his best to kick the god off. Zeus just held his legs and hummed as he slipped his hands into the hem of Will’s shorts, making Will choke on his spit. “Please! I love Nico! I—I’m in a relationship already! Please, please don’t! We—We haven’t—”
“Oh? You haven’t consummated yet?” Zeus boomed a gleeful laugh. “Brilliant! I’ll enjoy this more.”
“No!” Will shrieked, his legs becoming frantic in trying to get the god off—him being the King of the Gods be damned. “No! Please!”
Zeus ignored him as he tore through Will’s cargo shorts. Will let out a mixture of a scream and a sob that sounded like music to Zeus’s ears. He knew exactly how to take care of sexual partners like this, and then they’ll be begging for him in no time. No matter. He thought, yanking the shorts off to the side and ruined the demigod’s boxers. What he saw beneath just made him grin more.
“Hm,” Zeus hummed in delight as he started to caress Will’s sex, not minding the continuous pleads and cries. “You are no son.”
The haunting look in Will’s face was extraordinarily beautiful to Zeus. “N–No,” he weakly hiccupped. “I’m—I’m a boy. . .”
“You would’ve been divine.” Zeus shook his head in dismay, his thumb already placed on top of Will’s clit and his other hand ready to rub through the lips and opening. “What a shame. Do you think you can still get pregnant, godling?”
Will’s haunted face returned to horror, moving so violently that it irritated Zeus. “No! I won’t! I won’t! Don’t—! Aah—!”
Zeus moved the thumb above Will’s clitoris fast, smiling at the string of cries he heard from the demigod, and inserted two of his fingers with his other hand harshly. The keening sound of Will’s scream sounded melodious to Zeus, and he couldn’t wait until he could hear the pleasurable moans he’ll get from the Apollo godling. That is, if this demigod snaps too fast.
Will couldn’t even recognize his own voice. It hurt. The pain was overflowing and he already felt so full. So overwhelmed. And it’s only just two fingers. He didn’t have the strength to struggle with his legs anymore because the god was restraining him with his body—and he’s heavy. Will wanted to get out. He wanted this to be over. He wanted this to just be a dream.
Yet dreams were not this painful and daunting. ‘You are no son,’ was echoing in his mind and he wanted to disappear. He’s a boy. Will’s a boy. ‘I—’
“Hngg—!” Will’s racing thoughts were stopped when Zeus added another finger. Then another. “No—! Agh! Hurts! It—”
“Relax,” said Zeus, pinching the demigod’s clit which made him howl in electrifying pain (and hideous pleasure) combined with the three fingers ramming into him, burning his insides with zaps. “It feels good! You just don’t want to accept it.”
“No!” Will didn’t even know how many times he kept pleading no. He doesn’t want this. “Stop!” That too. “Plea—se—! Aa—augh!”
Will felt his whole body shudder as he sobbed violently, his whole world turning blurry due to spots of black engulfing his vision. Heat exploded from his sex while he heard the buckling and unzipping of pants—making him widen his eyes, fully aware and awake.
The sight of fear on the demigod’s face felt thrilling to Zeus. He’s too beautiful, the god found himself thinking. He felt a bit irked that said demigod looked a lot like his divine father, but is pleased to know that he’s actually not in terms of other things. Biological sex, for example.
Zeus began working himself up as he inched closer to the widely opened hips. Will seemed to snap out of his thoughts, struggling once more, to no avail. Zeus huffed, “You already finished. Let me, as well.”
“No!” Zeus rolled his eyes at the demigod’s cry, stroking himself as he draped his huge body on the shaking demigod. Efforts of pushing or kicking the god away in vain. With his other hand, Zeus felt Will up underneath his shirt. He hummed as he lightly pinched the nipple and inhaled the demigod’s scent on the crook of neck, blatantly ignoring the string of whimpers. He even smells nice!
Zeus felt himself go harder. He’s this demigod’s first time. The mere thought of going all in made him feel gleeful. He’s going to ruin this demigod—and no one will ever top this experience.
“Th–That won’t fit!” Will cried, shaking his head ardently at the enormous cock making him sob in despair. “I—! Please, please! Stop! I’ll—”
Without notice or care, Zeus arranged his hips and pushed in. Predictably, Will screamed. His pleas morphed into pained and violent howls. The demigod’s legs were frantically moving, trying to push, trying to get Zeus off—but Will is weak. Overstimulated and small with Zeus’s size in comparison.
Zeus never stopped pushing. He kept ignoring the deafening bawls of the demigod—and how would he even focus on that when that tight heat feels— “so good.” He softly groaned, eyebrows twitching when he couldn’t push further. “Open up more. It’s only just the tip.”
“No—o!” Will sobbed. “Can’t—! I can’t— I don’t want to—!”
“Do not make me force you,” Zeus gritted his teeth, feeling frustrated as each and every second goes by. He wants to hear this demigod’s pleasure-filled screams. He wants to fill this demigod with his essence. He wants to feel him.
Knowing that Will would still be resistant, Zeus moved. He harshly spread the demigod’s hips further to the air and pushed once more. Zeus held the demigod’s bare waist and pulled, intensifying the pleasure he feels and the howls of pain of the demigod.
Zeus continued to push himself and pull Will until he’s fully inside. He released a soft breath, laughing as he tore up the shirt covering the demigod—and the child of Apollo was now somehow stripped for him and his enjoyment.
And enjoyment will be what he’ll feel. Heavens, the heat he’s feeling felt so good. It’s rare for Zeus to feel this good. With one of his hands, he cupped the demigod’s face again. Will’s face was wet with tears, and it just turned Zeus on more. The cry that he got from the demigod just sent the message that he felt his phallus go harder.
“You know,” Zeus breathed, slowly pulling out while staring into Will’s face. “Your lover is missing out on this great cunt of yours.”
Before Will could react, Zeus snapped his hips in, burying himself into his sex as he started a brutal, punishing pace. Will let out continuous screams and moans, and Zeus positioned both of his hands on the demigod’s waist before escalating the already painful pace for a first-timer. Adding the fact that the god is ridiculously well-endowed.
“You feel so good.” Zeus groaned, grinding and ramming himself over and over to the demigod. “So, so good. . . You’re made for this.”
“M—Mercy—! Augh! Ple—eah—se—!” Will cried, voice already hoarse.
His pained moans just fueled Zeus further. How does this demigod do that? Zeus is becoming obsessed. He clenched his jaw, used his knees to support himself then hooked Will’s legs on his shoulders as he pistoned forcefully and thus, successfully going deeper within the boy. Zeus was delightfully surprised, he’s going to come right away.
His pace became unfocused, disorganized and as the god’s own groans became louder, the demigod shrieked and cried harder. Not even a few moments later, Zeus felt release from his own heat, but he never let go of the demigod, forcing him to take every single drop of his cum, ignoring the pleas of ‘no’ once more. Zeus felt clarity. Zeus felt healed.
After Zeus’s pants of breath became minimal, he stared at the sobbing demigod beneath him, and a decision was made.
“You’re coming with me.” Zeus grinned malevolently as he began to carry Will like a ragdoll, rooty cuffs already gone, but Zeus was still inside his comforting heat, unwilling to even let Will out of his grasp and cock. The demigod was too weak and was about to pass out to even register it. Already more than overstimulated and overwhelmed. “You are mine.”
In a blink, Zeus and Will were not in the forest anymore. What was left were Will’s slippers and torn up clothes.
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Nico groaned as he sat up from his bed before his sleepy eyes turned wide when he registered the time (12:13 PM) and the loud, hurrying knocks from outside.
“Nico! Open this door right now!” Kayla screamed from outside.
“Wait!” Nico cursed as he put on one of his used pants. Why did Will not—oh. Right. Nico frowned, they fought yesterday.
Nico felt a bit hurt, realizing how late it is in the day. (Woah, when did he register 12PM as ‘late’? Will.) Even though they had fights, Will always ensured that Nico would eat breakfast and lunch. Was their fight so great yesterday that Will didn’t even wake him up for dinner?
He didn’t mean what he mostly said during their argument. Nico knew his side is valid, but he also knew that Will is too. However. . .
Nico let out a breath. He was positive that he and Will would be on good terms before he slept in the evening. It was always like that. What changed?
Kayla’s knocks became louder. Nico groaned. “Wait! Coming!”
He opened the door with a glare, but Kayla went straight in, ignoring Nico’s yelp of protest. Once she did, she stilled as she surveyed the area, eyes wide.
“What?” Nico grunted. “Will’s not here. We. . .” He bit his lip. “Nothing. But,” he sighed, “he’s. . .not—”
“Then where is he,” whispered Kayla, head turning to Nico slowly with an unreadable expression yet panicking eyes. “Nico, where’s my brother?”
“What?” Nico frowned. Anxiety started to climb up his spine. “What do you— He’s not in the infirmary?”
“No! He’s supposed to be on shift ever since 6 AM!” Kayla answered. Nico knew that. “He didn’t eat dinner, or went to the campfire, so we thought he spent the night with you! But when morning came along, Will’s not in our cabin, not in the infirmary, not in the Archer’s Range, not on the lake-side, shore, or—”
Nico didn’t let Kayla finish, he bolted out of his cabin, ignoring Kayla’s calls. He ran, he didn’t know where, he just did. He ignored the calls of Percy, Annabeth, Hazel, Leo, and some other campers that saw him as he ran. Reunion. His mind supplied. It’s the reason why the camp has been filled with Greek and Roman demigods ever since the day before yesterday.
Nico felt his mind reeling at the seams. He searched for Will, physically and with his boyfriend’s soul. And with dreaded realization, he came into a mortifying conclusion.
Will’s not here.
“WILL!” Nico screamed. His powers supply him with information that Will Solace is not in camp nor in New Athens, but he ignored it. “SOLACE!”
“Nico!” Hazel called, Frank behind her as well as some of the others. “Nico, what’s—”
“WILL!” Nico continued. “Will, I’m not angry! WILL!”
“What—” Austin came into view. Nico realized that he’s near the Training Grounds, and he’s attracting a crowd. He doesn’t care.
“Nico,” Austin lowly said. “Will’s not with you?”
“No!” Nico cried back. He saw some of the younger Apollo children already coming up to him and he couldn’t take it as of the moment. He turned away. “Search everywhere! I–I can’t—!”
“Solace!” Clarisse instantly joined in. Nico found himself thanking her because everyone on the Training Ground began to shout Will’s name as well. The Apollo Cabin did so too, but in an urgency that no one else but Nico could relate to. “Solace! Get your ass here!”
“Nico,” Hazel got him. “Nico, breathe.”
“I can’t.” Nico struggled as he swallowed. “I can’t feel Will.”
Hazel’s eyes went wide in alarm. “Wh–What?”
“What do you mean?” Annabeth’s shaky tone made him panic more. Percy was shouting with everyone else, but was close to their conversation. “Nico, what do you mean?!”
“I don’t know!” Nico shouted, making the grass beneath them die. “I don’t know! I don’t know!” He sobbed. When did he start crying? “I don’t—”
Why did I fight with him yesterday?
“Is he dead?” Austin, the only one not shouting alongside his siblings, asked in a tone that is nothing but flat. His expression was haunting, and it reminded Nico of himself years ago.
“No.” Nico powerfully proclaimed. “He’s not! I would feel it if he did!”
“Okay,” Annabeth held Nico as well, and he could feel her shaking. Right. Nico realized. Annabeth and Will were close even before the Battle of Manhattan, and grew closer after it. In her words, an honorary brother. “Where was the last time Will was seen?”
“Infirmary.” Nico and Austin both replied. Austin continued, “But I left you two there.”
Nico cried harder. “And I left him there after we—” he weakly added, “we fought.”
“That was before dinner, I assume?” Annabeth asked. The two boys nodded. “Then it’s been. . .”
“Nineteen hours.” Frank mumbled beside Hazel. “That’s. . .”
Nico felt himself wanting to throw up. His legs weakened as he felt himself fall. He couldn’t even feel the grips of the numerous people surrounding him, couldn’t hear their voices. He felt so, so numb. The only thing in his mind was Will. Where is he? How is he? Is he okay? Is—
“—calm down.” Piper (when did she arrive—?) coaxed him amidst his thoughts. “Nico, I need you to breathe.”
Nico breathed without further ado, yet he wished it was Will’s voice guiding him through it. He wished Will was here. Beside him, holding his hand, kissing his cheek, neck, forehead, face, lips—Will. Where is Will?
Something within him clicked. “The edge of the north woods,” Nico whispered, immediately standing up before running towards where he said. Will always goes there to shout, he thought, remembering that core memory. He always went there to be alone.
“WILL!” Please, please, please. Let his boyfriend be there. “WILL! I’M NOT ANGRY! WILL!”
Nico felt confused when he couldn’t hear anything the moment he entered the area near the edge. No dryads. No nymphs. No anything. It just made him feel more nervous.
“Nico!” Percy caught up with him. “Dude, you run fast!”
Nico ignored him. “WILL!” He ran around, he’s almost at the tree. “WI—”
His voice died in his throat when he saw the tree and the contents around it. Nico vaguely felt Percy freeze behind him as a gasp became strangled in the son of Poseidon’s throat—and he understood. He understood greatly.
Nico dashed to the tree as his whole body shook. His legs gave away while he let himself flop down on his knees as he scrambled to hold the clothes. Torn clothes of the person he loves, not liking where his thoughts are descending.
It wasn’t until he saw and held up the ruined briefs when Nico broke. He let out a shrill scream, echoing throughout the woods as shadows began to prevail while the grass turned black and died.
When everyone else arrived, the only thing Nico could remember was the haunted looks on everyone’s faces the moment they saw him clutching on Will’s clothes.
Ruined clothes.
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Everyone was silent.
For the very first time, every single demigod in the meeting room was quiet. No one was making jokes despite Travis and Connor being together. No one was making small talks despite it being a reunion. No one was talking. Heck, no one was probably even moving. Even Clovis was awake.
Everyone was staring at the clothes in the middle of the table. Nico felt a twinge of pain when he saw the wrecked expression on Kayla and Austin’s faces as well as the horrified silence on Lou Ellen and Cecil’s end. Nico didn’t want to even hypothesize about what exactly everyone was thinking whenever they stare at the torned and ruined clothes. He wanted to throw up.
Chiron and surprisingly, Mr. D and Hestia entered the room, making everyone stand up and give their greetings to the goddess.
“Good. . .” Nico saw Chiron wince for a bit, “. . .afternoon, Greek and Roman demigods.” Everyone took that as the sign to sit down. “This meeting is called for. . .the discussion of Will Solace being missing.” The centaur swallowed. “Dionysus and Lady Hestia are here with us to tell their accounts.” Nico’s eyes went wide. “But we need yours first. Who would like to begin?”
Kayla and Austin, the ones representing the Apollo Cabin, went first. “We saw Will last in the infirmary.”
“They left him with me.” Nico softly added. His voice was a bit strained because of earlier. He felt Hazel rubbing his shoulder blades to comfort him. “We. . .we fought, and after that I just. . .left Will there. In the infirmary.”
Mr. D crossed his arms, listening to them intently. “What time frame, Nico?”
Everyone was too worried to care about the correct name. Nico answered, “I think. . .around 4 to 5 PM. Before dinner.” He mumbled. “I slept through dinner, breakfast, and lunch.”
“I can attest to that.” Kayla said.
“No need.” Mr. D grunted, exchanging looks with Hestia. It occurred for a few seconds before Hestia sighed.
“I heard Will saying my name around 5 PM,” the goddess started. “I do not know what it is about, but he said my name.”
“He said my name as well.” Mr. D said in a tone that made the demigods feel a shiver across their spine but Nico. “Around 5 PM.”
“So that means,” Annabeth began to supply, “that Will talked about you two to someone beyond the time frame when he was last seen.” She put her hand on her chin. “Yet, one of the only possible explanations for doing so is if there’s a new camper or a visitor. . .”
“Sorry to break this, Chase and Pace.” Mr. D let out a slow breath to the two representatives of the Athena Cabin. “Whenever there’s new campers, the exact number of times you brats will mention me is seventeen. You will mention Aunt Hestia twelve to thirteen times. Will only said my name yesterday once!”
Percy had the guts to scowl. “Don’t shout.”
“I am concerned for a camper that is not my child for once, Jackson, calm your sword down.” Mr. D scowled back, Nico saw the god’s eyes glowed violet.
“Dionysus,” Hestia gently chided. “Perseus. Not the time.”
“It is not.” Nico scoffed. Percy mumbled an apology to Nico and Hestia only. He nodded an assent as a reply before turning to the god and goddess with a small bow. “I apologize, Mr. D, Lady Hestia, but how is the number of times you are being called relevant?”
The god and goddess exchanged looks again. Mr. D was the one about to answer, however Hestia stopped him, flicking her wrist—and everyone covered their ears when a bleeping static was heard.
“Ow!” Leo cried out. “What–What’s that?!”
“Hephaestus TV.” Hestia grimly answered. The demigods’ eyes went wide. “I modified it starting now. Everything we’ll discuss will not be in its true form. In every corner of the camp, it will be changed in the ears of the Gods of Olympus, and I want everyone to quietly spread this to their cabins, for the Romans, their camp. Also,” she swallowed, “use this wisely. Do not be too reckless and be entirely reliant of its modifications.”
Everyone immediately nodded.
Mr. D cleared his throat. “We have a hypothesis.” He frowned. “An ugly hypothesis.”
Light suddenly exploded from outside, making everyone but Chiron and the gods shut their eyes to shield themselves. The door to the meeting room barreled open, revealing Apollo in his godly form. Golden hair, sky blue eyes—Nico missed Will. However, unlike his boyfriend’s cheeriness, the god had a cold expression on his face that turned soft when Kayla and Austin ran to him in his embrace while bursting in tears—yet the piercing frigidness returned when he stared at everyone else.
“My young children prayed to me,” he slowly said. “My son, Will,” Apollo gritted. Everyone unconsciously looked down as their stomachs dropped. “Where is he?”
“Apollo,” Chiron softly called. “You are scaring the demigods.”
“Where is my son?” Apollo ignored what Chiron had said, and Nico could feel every source of light intensify.
“We’re discussing him, Apollo.” Hestia tried to calm him down. “Please.”
Apollo released a breath, and everyone felt like they could breathe again. However their dread came back when Apollo saw the clothes on the table, because he suddenly glowed and gently removed himself from his children—then grasped the clothes with a loud thud as he held it up to the three oldest beings in the room, “WHAT IS THIS?” He bellowed. “WHAT IS THIS!”
“Apollo!” Mr. D shouted at the Sun God who seemed to be deaf at anything other than an explanation as strings of sunlight began to spread out and rush in and out. “Oh, for— Demigods! Out!”
Many of them instantly heeded Mr. D’s command, especially the Romans, but there are some who stayed: Kayla and Austin, worried yet terrified for their brother and father; Lou Ellen and Cecil who were near the door but were torn whether or not to leave; Percy and Annabeth who seemed immune to every godly shenanigan; and lastly—
“Nico!” Hazel whispered in a hurry. “Nico, we have to go!”
Nico shook his head. “You go,” he mumbled to Hazel, feeling numb. “I’ll be okay.”
Hazel stared at her brother before suddenly sitting in place. “If you stay, I stay.” She tightened her grip on him.
Nico dropped his head to his hands and sobbed. He didn’t know exactly what to feel. He felt dread, anger, worry, and numbing terror all at once. He couldn’t comprehend whatever it is that Apollo was shouting, what Mr. D was saying back, what Hestia tried to amend. Everything felt too much. He wants Will back. He wants Will safe. Will. Will. Will. Is he okay—?
The intense pressure of the meeting room suddenly disappeared when the light died down, making Nico look up. He saw Artemis in the flesh, not in her child-like huntress form, looking worried and pissed at the same time as she held a now-unconscious Apollo up.
“I knew something was wrong when my brother’s children prayed for me.” Artemis softly said. It seemed like she hit the pressure points of her twin to make him sleep. “And now he almost unleashed his wrath. What on—” Her sentence was cut when she saw the clothes. Nico didn’t know it was possible for the goddess to turn pale until now.
Chiron exhaled loudly. “Shall I call—?”
“Yes. Call all brats again. They’re just outside for all I care. Nosy little mortals.” Mr. D grumbled. “Let’s resume before Apollo wakes up.”
Nico wanted to turn everything off, but the grounding sensation of his sister’s support powered him through another round of reliving events for Artemis’s sake, and now, they’re back to Mr. D and Hestia’s hypothesis.
“I know what you’re insinuating, Dionysus.” Artemis shakily exhaled as she drank the water Annabeth provided. “And. . .I feel the same.” She whispered the next. “It’s a good call to make Apollo unconscious.”
“What?” Percy voiced out everyone’s thoughts even though they, too, had an inkling to what it is—like Percy himself, despite asking out loud. They’re just in denial. Nico more so. No one wanted to believe it. “What is it?”
Silence occurred before Mr. D finally said it. “Will was assaulted. By a god.” He stared at the ripped clothes. “That is enough proof.”
There were multiple reactions—but the one that was prevalent was the simultaneous bawls of almost everyone while some were just absently staring into space. Nico was the mixture of the two, but he couldn’t take this anymore. He was crying all day long. The overwhelming emotions and sensations were choking him and the only person who could really comfort him was not there—so he stomped out of the room and shut it with a strong slam. Uncaring that it made the ground shake.
Will was not dead. But this confirmation was just as worse. Probably even more.
Will was raped.
Nico couldn’t even protect him.
He threw up.
—
A demigod missing without knowledge of what happened to them is one thing, but a demigod missing with the knowledge of what might be happening to them is another.
Apollo was confined to the Big House after the meeting, not letting the god go on a rampage especially since he now knew—or confirmed—what happened to Will. Apollo went ballistic and glowed in rage. From what Nico heard from Annabeth, the lights show went on for weeks in the Big House, and even in the Cabin Area, they could hear Apollo’s shouts, his screams, his arguments, and it was chilling to the bone to hear a god in their godly form and be so. . .wrathful.
While the god was confined there, the head (and former heads) counsellors had their meetings at the amphitheater, letting other campers be filled in with the details so that they’ll be able to contribute too.
Nico never counted the days (or weeks, possibly months) ever since Will went missing. It was like his whole body shut off with his sole purpose being to find the love of his life. The reunion was delayed on a bitter note, but everyone kept coming back every week, without fail, relaying details, news, and comforts. Everyone was so upset.
Nico couldn’t care less. He kept travelling here on camp and back out to the world, trying to find wherever his love might be. He didn’t despair. He was determined. As long as Will is alive, Nico will persevere. He’ll keep on looking. Through every nook and cranny.
Even his father’s support was met numbly to him. It was appreciated, yes, and Nico would’ve probably accepted it in another way—but he was too numb to react to anything else. He craved Will. He wanted Will. He missed Will. Gods. He missed his boyfriend so much, he wanted to die with every waking day he realized that Will’s still painfully missing.
Nico vaguely wondered if he would ever be in the presence of his Will again, or see the blond’s smile that always made him feel victorious, or feel his lips against his, hearing sweet murmurings.
Gods, he missed Will so much.
Nico will do anything to have Will back.
And then he would ensure that the god that assaulted Will would perish.
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