Journey through Hell

Down

Death. That was the only thing Nico Di Angelo could imagine now, as he plummeted into the seemingly endless pit. He knew it was hopeless, but no one would care if he died. There was only one person who loved him, and she was dead. He missed Bianca, but at least he didn't blame the son of Poseidon for her death anymore. He had convinced himself he was over that.

When Nico finally saw land, it was the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen. Everything was lit with a swirling purple haze, giving Nico a headache. There were shards of glass sticking up from the eerily skin-like ground: the landing was going to be painful.

He was right. 

Nico gasped as the shards of glass tore through his skin. It was, frankly, very painful. 

Trying not to pass out from pain, Nico shakily stood up. He had fallen on the bank of the River of Misery. If he had fallen in, he would be dead already. He would of given in to the voices coaxing him to give, to drown himself in order to put him out of his misery. Even though he wasn't in the river, Nico could hear the quiet moans of the dead souls.