Hades Caster | Nico di Angelo at Hogwarts

Gimmick By The Gracious Boy | Chapter Five *

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"NO!" Nico surged all his energy into one massive yelp. "SKIA!"

    Who knew such a foreign word could have such power? Nico di Angelo discovered this very fact the moment words of Greek spilled out of his mouth. His wand turned a ghastly shade of melanoid and spun in his hand. The lengthy magical wood turned a frosty temperature, rivaling the goddess Khione's. Nico was flabbergasted, the complex word not even describing it. Yet, his sudden rage conquered this, and adrenaline flowed through his bones. He wasn't holding back from the beast. The Hybrid had attacked the only people he had respected as of right now. His mind chided him from thinking that, as he had only met the fellows today. However, they didn't treat him as a Son of Hades. They didn't treat him like a boy who could turn anyone into a ghost. No, they treated him as a mysterious wizard. A wizard. Not a grim reaper. He didn't cling to an emotional attachment. No, he was simply thanking them. In the most gracious way possible. Gracious. Totally. He let the repayment rush through the wand and a bright darkness spiraled out of the wand. It was impossible to really describe, but think of a darkness so in depth, that it blinded you in a resplendent way.

    The Hybrid didn't see it coming. The rippling shot of darkness punched the Hybrid in a way that even a pro boxer couldn't beat. The Hybrid screeched and clawed at the darkness. It slammed it...her... into a wall next to the Gryffindor Table. The inkiness ripped at her flesh, devouring the gleaming gold pouring out of her. Many of the wizards looked away. Nico couldn't help but feel awe at the sight. Sure, he felt disgusted that he was in awe at such a gruesome sight, yet he saw it in a different light. Or dark. The shadows simply repelled the Hybrid. It protected, not fought. He wasn't the only one looking at the sight.  The Boy Who Lived was marveled at the sight as well.

    {Harry's POV}

    Screams and screeches filled the halls. It wasn't just the students, Harry knew, it was from the Hybrid as well. Its voice hit such a pitch and octave Harry was sure that his ears were melting. He clutched the rings of his ears in panic, as many others did. He risked a glance at the cause of all this, the wizard he had thought of so intriguingly. Nico stood in a pumped position, his eyes never leaving the Hybrid. Harry highly doubted the bloody wizard was even blinking. Harry felt mixed about his feelings towards the young spell caster. The boy was dark and mysterious, he felt secrets irking off of him. He couldn't help but feel a stinging awkwardness around the boy. Harry saw the boy like a glass vase; one tap, and it was all it would take for it all to break. Yet, the way Nico had forced hell onto the beast, it was like he showed a divine grace, gracious. Harry gripped his ears further. The stupid beast would not shut the up! Harry narrowed his eyes onto the Hybrid, and his eyes drifted to the thick golden liquid pouring out of the beast. Shocked, Harry made the mistake of letting his hands fall. The defiant squealing of the beast boomed in his ears, causing him to stumble. That, was not normal. But, the wizard told himself as he closed his eyes and ears, nothing about this is normal. In fact, this all happened... it all started when the gracious boy came. His eyes snapped open. Had he been fooled? He locked eyes with Nico before a thought brought him to his thoughts. Had this been... a gimmick? A gimmick by the gracious boy?

    {Nico di Angelo's POV}

    He didn't know what Harry's problem was, locking eyes with him making him waver from the task at hand. The shadow almost unleashed its full potential onto the beast. How had he figured that out? Because the shadow got stronger the more energy Nico was sapped of. The Son of- No, the Hades Caster, had to strain his energy to keep the shadow in place. His knees began to wobble, his vision's tips blurred. He didn't care what the heck this Hybrid was, but he wasn't going to let it hurt the students. The focus of Nico was strong and fierce, mercy destroyed in his dark eyes. Justice, he thought, to this hellish creature. At that moment, the Hades Caster didn't care about the wizards. He. Wanted. This. Hybrid. Dead. The only thought for trying to harm them. Then, he felt his knees collapse under him. The shadows flickered as if thrown into a TV from when TV was created. It flickered and seethed. Even if he was getting weaker, he needed to retain his focus. With sweat beads trickling down hitting forehead, Nico brought both of his hands towards the wand. He blocked the rest of his senses out. He needed to focus entirely on the Hybrid. That heinous beast deserved to rot in Tartarus. It almost destroyed the possible new start he could have. He definitely wasn't going to lose this chance. With a yell that they could've heard in Greece, Nico charged his power into the one shot.

The Hybrid squirmed and squealed in its death cry. The younger students cried into the arms of the older. The professors, frozen from a spell, soon were able to move towards the students away from the monster. They were wise to not interfere, Nico wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop the spell from hurting them too.

Let it seek Death. And this death would not be a gimmick by the gracious boy.

"Welcome to Hell, HYBRID!"

The Hybrid squirmed and squealed in its death cry. The younger students cried into the arms of the older. The professors, frozen from a spell, soon were able to move towards the students away from the monster. They were wise to not interfere, Nico wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop the spell from hurting them too.

    {No One's POV}

    In one horrible second, the Great Hall went dark. In one horrible second, the Boy Who Lived felt his mind being flushed into shock. In one horrible second... Nico di Angelo lost consciousness. In one second, Nico heard words being slowly spoken into his mind...

"Gryffindor..."