A/N: Hey guys! It's been a hot minute. I do have a reasonable excuse, though. I did a decent amount of research for this chappy -a fact that I'm rather proud of- so you're in for a treat :D (there's a decent amount of Solangelo in this as well)

There is a few inaccuracies so I'll explain at the end why I changed it sorry

On with the show!

Nico POV:

Our van rumbles to a stop outside Old Burying Point Cemetery. The air is crisp, and nimbostratus clouds fill the sky to the west, moving in our direction. Will and I clamber out of the back, the sound of the van fading into the background as our footsteps crunch on the gravel.

I take Will's hand, gloved fingers wrapping chilled skin, his presence warming me better than any fire. After a few moments of walking, Will breaks the serene silence, previously filled only with birdsong. "Nico, why are we here? We could be anywhere, and yet you chose a random cemetery in Massachusetts. Why this place?" His voice is tender, filled with curiosity.

"It's not just a random cemetery. This is Old Burying Point Cemetery, one of the oldest in the U.S. But that's not the main reason we're here. I need to collect something for my father. Specifically, we're going to rob a grave," I respond, carefully considering my words. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure why we're here. All I know is that Hades needs someone to retrieve a few rings, and one of them is buried here.

After a few minutes of searching, I find the right grave. "Will!" I call out. "I've found it!" Will joins me, having inspected another grave nearby.

"So, who exactly are we digging up?" he asks, bending to read the inscription on the stone. Moments later, he bursts into laughter. "Really?! Th-THAT'S his name??" After a moment, he sobers. "What kind of name is Count Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf?" (Author's note: Yes, he was a real person and is buried there.)

I let out a small chuckle; it is a pretty ridiculous name. Suddenly, the nape of my neck prickles, and I feel an unsettling sensation of being watched. I scan the area, eyes darting among the foliage and graves. Nothing. Then, a small red dot catches my attention—a security camera attached to a mausoleum about two hundred and fifty feet away. It's far enough that any footage would be grainy and we'd remain unidentifiable, but I can't take any chances.

I could try using mist. The larger illusions don't work, but a smaller one should hold up. I raise my hand, focusing on my goal, and snap my fingers, sending a tendril of mist toward the mausoleum while sending a silent prayer to every god and goddess I can think of. I turn back to see Will nod, having caught on to my plan.

Back to the task at hand. I focus on the dirt, envisioning hands pushing through it to grasp the stone casket. It takes a moment, but eventually, I feel the imaginary hands settle under the very real casket. I brace myself and mentally pull the hands up to the surface.

Nothing.

I redouble my efforts, clenching my fist and plunging the imaginary hands into the cold, damp soil. They grasp the casket again, and I slowly lift. Cracks appear in the yellowed grass of the grave patch, and Will steps back as one such fissure opens between his feet. I keep lifting. More cracks form. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead. With one final grunt, I raise my fists, sending dirt airborne.

Sighing in relief and exhaustion, I lean against Will. "Would you mind helping me open it, strong guy?" I ask, too wiped out to do it myself. He nods, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his bright eyes warm.

Quick time skip because I can't be bothered to write them lifting it.

Inside the plain casket lie the bones of Count Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf. The remains are dressed in a long white robe, a cross hanging around his neck, with an aged Bible resting beside him. And, holy Hades it stinks.

Ignoring the stench—one that will likely cling to my nostrils for the next week—I reach into the coffin and grab the plain black metal band from his right index finger. How does a priest end up buried with a ring of such dark origin? It doesn't matter. Our job here is done.

After placing the ring into a shadow pocket, I take Will's still-gloved hand, and together we depart from the crime scene just as the rain arrives in a light drizzle.

A/N: Hey guys! So, some of the inaccuracies are as follows; 

1. Count Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf was buried in a simple wooden casket, not a stone one, but I figured digging up a grave would be really boring to write, so I just made it a stone one. 
2. That is probably not how Hazel's rock magic works, but I'm really tired so hopefully y'all can just chalk it up to fanfic logic
There are probably a few more inaccuracies, but those are the main ones.

If you're interested to learn more about Zinzendorf, here's his Wikipedia page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolaus_Zinzendorf 

I used the same plotting method as last time, so if you wanna see that it's here:

Jules Albert drops them off at Old Burying Point Cemetery

Will: I get that you like the vibes and stuff, but why are we here?
Nico:  I want to illegally exhume a grave.
Will: Slay ig

Nico: tries to use some mist to hide them from the security cameras 

Nico: *Pulls a Hazel and magics the grave out of the ground* Help me find his ring, ok?

Nico:*haz ring* Let's go bae

See y'all soon!

-Tes