I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever! So here's this extra long chapter with some fluff at the end, I hope you enjoy! I don't own any characters or pictures in this facfic

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Nico POV

For the first time in centuries, Nico didn’t fall asleep to the sound of his own crying. He fell asleep to the feeling of warmth, both from the comfy bed and the word’s that had come from Will’s mouth.

No one had spoken so nice to him, so lovingly, in so long it was foreign. The feeling of his stomach being flipped inside out, his mind being too jumbled to form words, and all the tension leaving his body in a matter of seconds.

But, of course, this glorious feeling had to be ruined by the one type of curse that could never be broken.

He was in a dark room, no signs of exits. It was pitch black except for the single spotlight that shined on him and another spot right in front of him. He looked around and realized he was a monster again; clawed finger nails, fanged teeth, red eyes, and his disgusting octopus-like lower body.

He wanted to hide himself from the light shining down on him, he wanted to become his human form again, but it didn’t work.

In his failed efforts, he then began to notice a figure forming under the other spotlight.

“Papa?” he whispered, still panicking, feeling like he had no control over his body.

“Don’t call me that,” he sneered. He didn’t look kind like how Nico remembered him, he looked cold and judgmental, like he was ready to tear Nico limb from limb if he made a wrong move. “It’s all your fault.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he whimpered, knowing full well where this conversation was going.

“You stupid, disgusting child. It’s all your fault,” his father snarled, making Nico want to shrink back even more. His father looked him up and down. “Look at what you’ve become.”

Tears brimmed Nico’s eyes as he tried to hide himself in his arms, but he couldn’t hide from what he looked like. Before he could get a word in, his father’s image flashed, and in the moment, it looked bloody and mangled, just like how he’d looked when he died. Nico yelled out in fright wanting to look away, but he just couldn’t.

Then the image vanished, only to become another image, his mother. Her form is crying hysterically, on her knees, sobbing.

“Why? Look at what you’ve done to yourself, what you’ve done to us! What did we do to deserve this? Nico, don’t do this, please, I beg you!” she cried.

“Mama! I-I’m not doing anything, I’m sorry!” He cried, trying to reach out to her, to help her, but his body stayed glued to the floor.

“Nico why are you doing this? I loved you! Why are you torturing us? Just stop, I’ll do anything, please!” her image was flickering as well, from her crying form to her dead, decapitated body.

“I-I can’t do anything! Please forgive me!” Nice cried, hot tears streaming his face faster than he could count.

Her image disappeared leaving Nico alone once again to cry than his mother had. He did this to them. It was his fault, wasn’t it.

Finally, the last person came.

Bianca.

“I thought we were family,” her voice was hoarse, and cracking, her eyes watering. “Family doesn’t hurt each other, Nico. Why would you let this happen? And then not even having the audacity to die with the rest of us. How could you?”

Her voice was hard now, tears leaking from her eyes like a leaking dam. Nico’s heart broke. He should’ve died a long time ago. Why couldn’t he just have been let go?

“B-Bia, I didn’t-”

“Save it! And don’t call me Bia. I’m clearly not that close to you anymore. I bet you’ve forgotten us haven’t you? You just up and left us, and all to do what? To become a beast? A disgusting creature of the sea? How dare you choose that life over me, over us?!”

“I-I didn’t, I’m sorry! I-I” he felt like he was choking on his own sobs. He ruined their lives. It was all his fault.

“You know, that human you’re with, he’s only there because of fear. He doesn’t like you. He’s scared you’re going to do to him what you’ve done to nearly half the people in that town! What you did to his brothers!” she yelled, her teeth gritting. “At least he can still call them that. I can’t call you my brother. You’re a monster now.”

Nico felt like breaking down. Everything she was saying is true. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He felt like something deep inside him had shattered to a million pieces.

Sure, he might have been able to take those words from a stranger, but this was his sister. She was supposed to love him, be there for him, or, at least she was anyway. Then, her image flickered as well, her melting figure was shown before his eyes.

It was just as he remembered, her hair alight, her features melting, it was all so sudden Nico screamed in terror. Calling for her, apologizing, begging for anything at this point, anything that wouldn’t cause him pain and the feeling of helplessness.

He wanted to curl in a ball as he continued to scream until his throat felt raw. He screamed after Bianca’s image faded completely, he screamed when he was left alone, he screamed after the room became pitch black.

And he screamed when he woke up.

Someone was sitting over him, shaking him awake. He was warm although he felt cold. His face was wet with tears and he was shaking like a leaf in a storm. He let out choked back sobs as he was pulled into somebody’s embrace. He cried into their shirt as they rubbed circles on his back and whispered sweet nothings to him.

He was being rocked back and forth and didn’t even register who was comforting him. Nor did he care, it just felt good to be held, to be wanted.

His sobs slowly turned into strangled hiccups as his thoughts of the nightmare were driven away by someone’s soft singing voice. They were only humming, but the tune was soothing, and felt safe.

Once he had gathered himself together, he looked up to see who was holding him, only to meet sky blue eyes looking over him worriedly. Nico immediately leaped out of his hold and back up on the bed, shrinking in on himself.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I.”

“Hey, hey, don’t be sorry,” Will said, his voice soft, which was a wonderfulsound compared to the harsh, cold and broken voices from his nightmare. The human moved closer to him, but being cautious, like he was a wild animal.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked so softly he didn’t think the blonde would hear.

“I thought we already went over this before,” Will said, an eyebrow raised.

“But were you telling the truth? Or were you scared of me then, too?” Nico countered, fiddling with his fingers.

“I’m not scared of you, Nico. Yes, you can do some pretty wicked things, but I’m not scared of you,” Will said.

“Well if you’re not scared of me then what are you scared of?” Nico asked, worried for the answer.

Will huffed. “I-I am scared of your powers. And what you’ve done in the past,” Nico’s heart broke, but he understood. Though that didn’t mean the words hurt any less. He held his knees close to his chest to keep himself from crying. “But that doesn’t mean I’m scared of you, okay? And that was before, let’s focus on now and the future, alright?”

“I’m sorry,” Nico said, lifting up his head to look at Will in the eyes.

“You don’t need to be sorry-”

“About your brothers,” Nico added, causing Will to shut up rather quickly. “I-I just, I have no excuse. I did a horrible, horrible thing-”

“That you can’t control,” Will said, wiping away the tears Nico didn’t notice had fallen. He cupped Nico’s face in his hands. “I don’t blame you. It wasn’t your fault.”

“But I-” he was cut off by Will engulfing him in yet another hug. He was so confused, almost positive Will would’ve been mad to some degree. But here he was, hugging him like he needed Nico to survive.

“Sh, and don’t let the evil thoughts cloud your mind, okay? Just, sleep, alright?” Will said, his voice soft and kind.

Nico didn’t want to, but he found himself drifting off in a pair of strong, comforting arms, sure he wouldn’t have any other nightmares that night.

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Sorry again for the long wait, but I hope you've enjoyes this chapter!