The Traitor And The Hero (Nico di Angelo X Fem!Reader)

Time To Play Lawyer

Key
Italics in quotations is Ancient Greek
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If you ever want to meet a servant of Hades. I suggested you try a cemetery because that's where they mostly of Hade's servants spend most of their time.

If you have a companion named Order expect to hang out in a Courtroom because that's where order is at apparently.

Instead of wearing her oversized cloak. Order wore a simple white dress that reached her knees with a (F/C) ribbon around her waist along with a pair of white sandals. I wore my regular clothes of a black shirt with a skull on it. Along with my aviator jacket that seemed to reach my past my waist. Order even combed my hair back in an attempt to make it more presentable but it just fell back into place eventually she gave up.

She held onto the sleeve of my jacket since I refused to hold her hand. We entered a pale white building with columns that looked like they were made from Greece.

"Where are we?" I asked avoiding all the other people as they entered and left in a hurry. Everyone always seemed to be in a hurry.

"A Courthouse, you want to find your friend?" It was a rhetorical question. "I have an informat who works here."

"An informat?" I asked skeptically. Our last 'informat' didn't exactly work out.  "Can we trust him?"

Order nodded her head opening a door to reveal a crowd of people. "He is my son after all."

We walked down the alley before Oder moved us to the front row behind a man with black hair and white tips. Next to him was a woman with curly black hair who just tirelessly tapped her fingers against the table.

We sat behind them as an old lady sat beside the old man in a black robe. "Prosecutor your witness."

The man in front of us stood walking over to the old lady and the stand full of people. He tightened his suit slightly as his dull purple eyes scanned over the small crowd of people.

"Misses Jones thank you for coming today." The man said his voice sounded sad but his face was completely devoid of emotion. "I'm sorry about your daughter."

Mrs. Jones nodded using a tissue to gently wiped the tears off her wrinkly face. "Th-Thank you."

"How would you describe your daughter?" He asked in a soothing voice.

"Objection your honor. Improper character evidence." A girl wearing a suit on the left stood up leaning on her desk.

"Your response?" The old man asked looking at the male lawyer.

"We need to know how Mrs. Jones's daughters' character and I do believe her own mother can do it in the best way possible, your honor." He responded coolly smirking at the lady lawyer who only seemed to glare in anger.

"Overruled." The old man said.

The male lawyer turned back to Mrs. Jones who was watching them. "What was Guinevere like?"

"Sh-She was a sweet girl always helping people in need." Mrs. Jones looked at her lap as fresh tears seemed to fall down her face. "She was always taking care of both us. She'd make dinner if I was home late. She always made sure to take her medication. She's just like a little angel."

The male lawyer smiled slightly. "What kind of people did Guinevere associate with?"

"Well, she hung out with kids who were kind of like her." Mrs. Jones said biting her lip in thought.

"Like her?" The male lawyer asked tilting his head slightly. "Can you elaborate?"

"Kids who were in a similar situation. Single parent, have been to multiple schools she just seemed to bond to them." Mrs. Jones explained. She visibly gulped as her eyes switched to her right.