Straight from The Pits of Tartarus

Love Sinks

Hey guys! I am back already. You can thank AngeltheSeaweedBrain for that. She did me the favor of writing an awesome oneshot, and then asking if I could put it in here. 

The answer to that is pretty obvious, I get to update an awesome chapter without all the hard work. How could I say no to that? 

The oneshot is only rough edited by me, so all credit to Angel. And guys, please applause her for making this! Hope you enjoy it jus as much as I did. 

Nico breathed in and focused on the target. He pulled the arrow, resting lightly on the string and closed his eyes, letting go.

For the past hour he and Will have been competing at archery, and now Nico was determined to win. He was sure that if he lost, Will would rub it in like a Hera in the wound. He would never get a normal life, and his happines would be stolen away.

He watched the arrow sail in the air, whizz past everything before finally landing.

Straight in the middle.

Grinning, he turned to his boyfriend only to find air. Frowning, Nico looked around. Seconds later he saw Will smirking, leaning against Nico's target with an arrow in his hands.

Nico's arrow.

"But-the bullseye-I thought-" Nico struggled with the words, trying to think and explain what actually had happened. Will grinned in response, a grin so unlike him, that it sent shivers down Nico's spine. And in his stomach the feeling of something was terrible wrong settled in, as Will confirmed his thought. 

"I grabbed your arrow and stuck my own into it. I stole your happiness." he declared, his blue eyes glinting like steel."Your chance at a normal life."

And suddenly, Nico shot straight up from the cold floor of his cell, shackles rattling. Tears flowed down his face silently as he recalled what had happened.

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Nico walked along the path of Bacchus garden, stopping at a bench. He could see why this was Reyna's favorite place. Around him flowers bloomed underneath the warm rays of the sun, as they emitted a delicate and unique smell to the air. He breathed it in, peace filling his every bone, as his eyes wandered to New Rome.

Hopefully one day he might live there with Will, after they'd graduated. Get a villa or something, wake up each morning to the smell of fresh bread...

His thoughts were cut short by a presence, that he instantly sense. The presence was cold and clammy, reminding him of terrible winter night where strife had ruled his heart. Frowning slightly, he turned around, standing face to face with a woman in a black toga. She was young, maybe around his age, but yet she seemed so much older. On her face ruled a cruel smile, that only serial killers bore, and her dark eyes glinted with craziness.  In her right hand she held a golden apple, which she was starring at with amusement.

With sinking heart Nico realized who she was: Eris-or Discordia, goddess of strife and discord.

"Eris, dear. After all, you are Greek." Her voice was sickly sweet; practically dripping with venom, as if she was trying to catch bees with honey.

 "What do you want?" Nico asked, not caring if he was rude. He was tired of gods playing with him, and something told him, that was the only thing Eris wanted. To play.

She chuckled, the laughter sounding normal enough, but the glint in her eyes giving the sinister intention away. If Eris laughed, Nico realized, it was something terrible had happened, that only she would find funny. "To cause as much pain and destruction everywhere," she answered simply, emphasizing the next three words. "Starting-with-you,"