Hades son Chris who... Doesn’t need darkness to be intimidating, it just follows him naturally. Quiet, calculated, impossible to ignore. People don’t talk to him unless they have to. Some people say it’s the whole “son of Hades” thing. Others say it’s the eyes, sharp, unreadable, like they could see the worst in you and decide if it was worth tolerating. He wears black like armor, sarcasm like a shield, and silence like a weapon. But the truth? Chris isn’t cold. He’s just controlled. He has to be. Because when your bloodline screams power and death, the last thing you’re allowed to do is break. Hedidn’t ask to be the heir to the Underworld. He didn’t want any of this. But he would fight anyway, with a blade in his hand and bitterness in his mouth, because if he was going down, he’s going down swinging. Most people feared what he might become. Aurelia? She just refused to flinch. And that scared him more than death ever could.
Now introducing... Demi!Aurelia
Athena's daughter Aurelia who... is the kind of brilliant that makes people nervous. She isn’t a show off, she doesn’t have to be. She can take you apart with a single glance. Catalog your weaknesses like data points, and never once raise her voice. Logic is her weapon, and she wields it with terrifying precision. But brilliance isn’t the only thing she’s known for. Aurelia is kind. She’s warm. She's the one who helps first-years find their dorms, who studies late with anyone who asks, who remembers the exact words someone needs to hear when the world is too loud. Her intelligence doesn’t make her cold, it makes her better at understanding people. She's strategic, calculated, wise beyond her years, but she’s also the first to laugh when someone cracks a bad joke and the last to leave when someone needs her. People respect her, people like her. But there’s one person she can’t seem to tolerate. One person who turns all that warmth into fire. And he seems to have a talent for lighting the match.
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Warnings: themes of death. Mild violence and injury. Fear.
Summary: At Olympus Academy, a dark prophecy casts a shadow over everything. Chris, the son of Hades, is at the center of rising fear as strange mist, whispers, and shadow creatures begin to appear. While his friends struggle to make sense of the warning “trust the traitor, fear the friend” the danger grows closer. Loyalty is tested, and survival may come down to who they choose to trust.
The next morning, Olympus Academy felt… quieter.
Not peaceful, but just strained, like the halls were holding their breath.
A thick mist had crept in overnight, wrapping around the pillars and statues like silk. The sky remained dim even after sunrise, a veil of gray cloaking the usual golden light. Someone had carved the lines of the prophecy into the side of the amphitheater wall during the night. No one claimed to know who did it.
But everyone read it.
Again and again.
A child of death will rise in flame…
Chris didn’t go to breakfast.
Neither did Aurelia.
Matt found Nick sitting alone at the edge of the Training Field, knees drawn to his chest. His bow rested beside him in the grass, untouched.
“You look like someone stole the sun,” Matt said, dropping beside him.
Nick didn’t laugh.
Matt frowned. “You think it’s already starting.”
Nick nodded once. “The shadows moved last night. And Chris said he felt Hades.”
Matt blew out a breath. “Okay. Worst case, Hades wants his kid dead. Best case, Chris is just being dramatic.”
Nick shot him a look.
“Okay, not helpful.”
They sat in silence. Far off, a bell chimed, calling students to Combat Theory. No one moved.
“Where’s Reyah?” Nick finally asked.
Matt hesitated. “She’s… shaken. She won’t admit it, obviously. She nearly kicked my teeth in when I asked if she was okay.”
“Sounds like her.”
“Where’s Damson?”
“Probably trying to steal Ambrosia from the kitchen again.”
Matt gave a half-smile, but it didn’t last. “We need to figure out what the prophecy means. All of it. Not just the parts that scream Chris is going to die horribly.”
Nick picked at the hem of his sleeve. “Trust the traitor, fear the friend,” he quoted. “That part freaks me out more than the whole flame thing.”
Matt nodded. “Same. You think we’re already being watched?”
“We always are,” a voice said behind them.
They turned. Aurelia stood there, arms crossed.
“Where’s Chris?” Nick asked, rising.
Aurelia didn’t answer right away. Her expression was unreadable.
“He’s not safe,” she finally said. “And I don’t mean because of Hades. People are scared. They’re starting to whisper.”
Matt tensed. “They think he’s the threat?”
“No,” Aurelia said quietly. “They think he’s the reason they might die.”
That afternoon, Reyah sat beneath the broken column in the garden behind the Amphitheater, where the moss grew thick between the stone tiles and silver moths flitted around the torch flies. She had her knees pulled up, arms wrapped tight around them, chin resting on folded wrists.
The air wasn’t quiet, but it felt like it had stopped listening.
Matt approached carefully, boots crunching softly over the gravel path. He held two steaming mugs in his hand, olive green hoodie hanging off one shoulder. He didn’t say anything at first. Just crouched down beside her and offered a mug.
She took it without looking. “Thanks.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, voice low. “I just… figured you might need something warm.”
Reyah sipped the tea. Lemon and mint. Comfort in a cup. She didn’t respond right away, only let the heat burn across her tongue like it could silence everything else burning under her skin.
Matt waited.
Eventually, she said, “Everyone’s looking at him like he’s already gone.”
Matt didn’t need to ask who she meant. “He’s not.”
She stared straight ahead. “You can’t know that.”
“No,” he admitted. “But I believe it.”
Reyah’s knuckles tightened around the mug, deep in thought at his words. “I don’t know what to believe.” she muttered.
“What do you feel?”
She tightens her hands around the mug. ”I don’t break. I fight. That’s what I do.”
Matt tilted his head. “No one said you were breaking.”
“Everything’s fine,” she snapped.
The mug trembled in her hand under the immense pressure of her demi-god strength.
Matt looked at her for a long time, then slowly sat down beside her, close but not touching. “It doesn’t have to be.”
She looked at him with strong eyes.
“I mean it,” he said. “You don’t owe anyone strength all the time. Not even yourself.”
Silence stretched out again, but it felt thicker now. Like a truth hanging in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.
Reyah turned the mug in her hands. “The prophecy didn’t mention me,” she said, softer now. “But I can feel it. Like it still wants something from me. Like I’m supposed to play a part I don’t know the lines for.”
Matt gave a small, tired smile. “Welcome to the club.”
She huffed out a breath that might’ve been a laugh. Or a sigh.
“I’m not scared,” she said, gripping the mug even tighter.
“No one said you were.”
“I’m just—” She hesitated, then shook her head. “I’m fine.” She gripped the mug so tight it finally snapped.
He nodded, not pressing further. “Alright.”
But he stayed. Quietly. Until the moon rose higher and the weight in her chest felt just a little bit easier to carry.
Chris stood in the cavern below the Academy, the old catacombs that used to be sealed, until he opened them.
The bones of long-dead creatures lined the walls. Ancient writing glowed faintly on the ceiling above him.
He didn’t move.
Not even when a whisper slithered behind him.
“Unfit.”
He turned.
No one.
Just dust and darkness.
Then—
The air shifted.
Shadows peeled off the walls and crawled forward, dragging with them a cold so deep it cracked the stone underfoot. Their eyes were pinpricks of violet. Their bodies… barely bodies at all.
Chris didn’t flinch.
“You finally show yourselves,” he said.
The shadows hissed. One surged forward—
He dodged, just barely. It slashed the air, and a cut bloomed across his cheek, dark and burning.
He reached for the Stygian dagger on his belt, spun it in his palm, and slashed.
The blade connected and the shadow screamed.
Not in pain.
In fury.
Two more attacked.
Chris fought like someone who’d been training for this moment all his life. Every strike was precise, every breath controlled. But they weren’t like anything he’d ever fought. They didn’t bleed. They didn’t fall.
One got past his guard and slammed him against the wall, clawed fingers at his throat.
Chris gasped.
The shadows whispered, “You are not the king. You will never wear the crown.”
Before he could react, a blinding flash lit up the chamber and the shadows screeched in pain, retreating.
When Chris blinked, Nick stood at the entrance, golden light glowing at his fingertips.
“You’re welcome,” he said, stepping closer. “Nice scar, by the way.”
Chris wiped the blood from his jaw. “You weren’t supposed to follow me.”
Nick’s eyes burned. “You weren’t supposed to go alone.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Chris said, quietly, “They’re real.”
“I know.”
“They’re going to kill me.”
“No,” Nick said. “They’re going to try.”
He reached down and pulled him to his feet.
Behind them, the shadow stain on the floor still smoked.
That night, Nick couldn’t sleep.
He kept hearing the Oracle’s voice in his head.
Trust the traitor, fear the friend…
A soft knock came at his door.
He opened it and found Damson standing there, arms full of stolen snacks.
“I brought peace offerings,” he said.
Nick stepped aside. “You ever sleep?”
Damson shrugged. “Only when I want to dream.”
He flopped down on Nick’s bed and started unwrapping a bar of nectar-infused chocolate.
Nick sat beside him. “Do you think we’ll all make it out of this?”
Damson stared at the ceiling.
“No.”
Nick blinked.
“But I think we’ll try,” Damson added. “And that’s something.”
Outside, the sky remained storm-dark.
Above the academy, the stars were gone.
And below, in the catacombs, a mark burned into the stone where Chris had stood—
A single crown, wreathed in shadow.
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Summary: At Olympus Academy, an ominous prophecy disrupts the magical calm of night. Nick and Damson witness a violet flame in the courtyard just before the Oracle unleashes terrifying vision, one that points directly to Chris, son of Hades. As students reel from the prophecy, tension rises and shadows stir. Chris is forced to confront not only suspicion from others, but the dark presence of his father watching from beyond.
The stars above Olympus Academy shimmered like scattered diamonds, casting cold light over ancient stone and myth-forged walls. Ivy curled around marble columns like it had secrets to whisper, and floating lanterns bobbed lazily above the courtyards, trailing soft golden mist. The school never truly slept. Unlike Camp Half-Blood, Olympus Academy thrummed with immortal energy long after nightfall. Magic didn’t rest, and neither did the gods’ children.
Statues turned their heads when backs were turned. Staircases shifted on a whim, spiraling toward unknown destinations. The wind sometimes carried voices that weren’t really there; soft, fragmented things that made the hairs on your arms rise.
Nick walked the quiet marble halls with his fingers brushing the wall beside him, still warm from the day’s sun. He liked the way the stone felt alive here, pulsing faintly with power. Behind him, Damson strolled at his own pace, tossing food into the air and catching it without looking, the picture of unbothered confidence.
“You’re not supposed to eat in the Hall of Echoes,” Nick called back without turning.
“I’m not supposed to do a lot of things,” Damson replied with a grin.
They reached the balcony that overlooked the valley below, a view that stretched far beyond the bounds of the mortal world. From here, the stars seemed closer, and the horizon bled strange shadows, tendrils of darkness slithering at the corners of vision, like bruises pressing against the edge of reality.
Nick leaned on the railing, arms folded. “Something’s changing.”
Damson tossed more food. This time he missed, and it bounced off the railing before disappearing into the dark. He didn’t smile. “Yeah,” he said after a beat. “I feel it too.”
Below, the central courtyard bonfire crackled lazily. A familiar comfort. But then, in a single breath, it flared; high and violent, a burst of violet flame lashing upward like a scream.
Nick’s spine went rigid. “Did you see that?”
“Purple flame,” Damson muttered. “That’s not just a lighting trick.”
And then the Oracle screamed.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even human. It was a piercing, keening sound that shattered the silence of the night like glass hitting marble, echoing off the columns and into the bones of every student awake. The courtyard fire exploded upward again, this time forming a shape. A jagged silhouette. A crown made of bone and ash, suspended in flame before collapsing into smoke.
Hooves thundered across the stone as Chiron burst out of the Hall of Wisdom, face grim. “To the amphitheater. Now!”
The amphitheater smelled of dust, magic, and something metallic, like a lightning strike etched into ancient stone. The Oracle sat slumped atop the central altar, her skin pale as bone, her eyes glowing with moon-white light. Her mouth moved soundlessly as students packed into the stone seats, murmurs growing louder by the second.
Even Mr. D looked up from his wine glass. That alone was enough to silence half the crowd.
Nick sat wedged between Damson and Matt, heart pounding, every breath too loud. Chris stood near the front, alone. His arms crossed, face blank. He hadn’t said a word since the fire. At the very back, Aurelia slipped into the crowd like she belonged there, her sharp eyes never leaving him.
Then the Oracle spoke.
Her voice was not her own. It came from the cracks in the world, from deep beneath the earth. From shadow.
“A child of death will rise in flame,
A throne will burn without a name,
Blood of the blood, the final breath,
Shall tip the scales ‘tween life and death.
Trust the traitor, fear the friend.
For shadow’s love will mark the end.”
As the final syllable echoed, the altar flames snuffed out. The Oracle collapsed forward, smoke trailing from her lips like exhaled secrets.
Silence clung to the stone like frost.
Matt cleared his throat. “Well. That’s not terrifying at all.”
“‘Child of death,’” Reyah repeated slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. “That can only mean one thing.”
All eyes turned.
To Chris.
He didn’t move. But his jaw locked, sharp and hard.
“I’m not dying,” he said flatly. “So don’t bother looking at me like I’m already dead.”
Nick stood, voice calm but steady. “No one said you were.”
Aurelia moved closer, her gaze flint and fire. “But it’s about you.”
“Of course it is,” Chris snapped, his control cracking just slightly. “Who else would it be? Son of Hades, remember?”
Matt leaned forward, hands raised like a peace offering. “Okay. Okay. We don’t know what it means yet. Thrones? Traitors? That could be anything.”
“It could be now,” Damson said. His usual smirk was gone. “It could already be happening.”
A sudden wind howled through the amphitheater, cold and sharp, snuffing out the torchlight one by one. Shadows stretched unnaturally long. Something moved in the dark.
A hiss.
A whisper.
Not words. Not quite.
Chris whipped around. “Did anyone else hear—”
But there was nothing. Not yet.
That night, long after the whispers had died, Chris stood at the edge of the forest behind Olympus Academy. The trees here grew tall and strange, leaves rustling with an unnatural rhythm. His fists were clenched tight, knuckles white. The night air was cold, biting against his skin, but he didn’t shiver.
“I know you’re watching,” he said to the dark.
Nothing answered. But he felt it. A tremor beneath the soles of his feet. A chill slithering along his spine. A voice in his head that wasn’t a voice at all, just presence. Cold. Immortal. Familiar.
His father.
“You can send whatever you want,” Chris whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Behind him, a footstep. Soft. Intentional.
Aurelia emerged from the trees, her silhouette framed by moonlight. “You should’ve told someone.”
Chris didn’t turn around. “Why? So they’d start being afraid of me sooner?”
She stepped closer. “If that’s really what you want.”
He turned his head, just enough to meet her eyes. “Maybe.”
But Aurelia didn’t flinch. Her gaze didn’t waver.
“If you really think that,” she said quietly, “then you’re not the person I thought you were.”
She walked away without another word, vanishing into the night like smoke. Like a dare thrown at the gods.
Chris looked back toward the woods.
And this time… the shadows moved.
Toward him.
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summary: At Olympus Academy, Nick and Damson enjoy a peaceful morning before being swept into the usual chaos. Matt’s dramatic flirting, Reyah’s combat skills, and Chris’s silent brooding. As dinner falls over the camp, lighthearted moments fade into something more ominous. A prophecy is stirring, and the demigods are about to be called into action.
The morning sun stretched long and golden across Olympus Academy, casting a warm haze over the dew-slick grass and glinting off the tops of the dorms like fire-kissed halos. The smell of strawberries, salt, and smoldering incense hung heavy in the air; familiar, nostalgic, grounding. Somewhere in the distance, metal clashed against metal, and laughter rippled from the open-air amphitheater. It was a typical day at the academy, which meant it was never actually typical at all.
Nick strolled down the marble path in his usual way, light-footed, shirt slung over his shoulder, tousled brown hair like he’d just woken up from a dream that had kissed him awake. He was already smiling before he even saw him.
Damson was sprawled across the steps of the Dionysus dorm, long limbs draped over the white stone like ivy, head tilted toward the sun like a blooming vine. He looked like he belonged there, equal parts divine and disheveled, with purple streaks painted across his wrists and a grape soda can abandoned at his side.
“You’re late,” Damson said, eyes still closed, voice low and drowsy like he hadn’t quite returned to the mortal world yet.
“I brought you a fig bar,” Nick offered, holding it up like a peace treaty.
That got Damson’s attention. He cracked one eye open, smirking as he sat up and took the offering, brushing Nick’s hand with his fingers just because he could. “I guess you’re forgiven.”
Nick leaned in and kissed him; quick, familiar, sun-warmed. “How lucky am I?”
Damson hummed. “Exceptionally.”
They sat like that for a moment, Nick’s head on Damson’s shoulder, Damson idly braiding strands of Nick’s brown hair with sleepy grace. Around them, academy life buzzed, demigods heading to combat class, nymphs gossiping in the olive grove, Chiron’s hooves clacking softly across the tiled courtyard. But here, in this tiny pocket of morning, it was just them.
“I heard you charmed the firepit last night,” Nick said casually.
“Guilty.”
“It danced to Beyoncé.”
“She asked nicely.”
Nick laughed, tucking his knees up to his chest. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”
“Us?” Damson grinned. “I’m just the chaos. You’re the one who makes it look holy.”
Their peace was short-lived, as usual. A loud crash came from the training arena, followed by a string of curses that only one person could deliver with that much rage and poetic creativity.
“Matt’s trying to flirt again,” Nick guessed.
“Gods help us,” Damson said, already standing.
They made their way to the sparring fields, where Matt (sunlit and flourishing in that infuriating Aphrodite way) was dramatically dodging sword strikes from Reyah, daughter of Ares, whose entire body was a weapon, fury forged into human form.
“You know, if I die,” Matt said, ducking, “bury me with your name on my lips.”
“I’ll bury you with your ribs in your throat,” Reyah replied, swinging hard.
Matt dropped his sword and raised his hands. “Is it weird that I find that hot?”
From the sidelines, Nick gave an approving whistle. “Still alive, I see.”
“Barely,” Matt called. “Tell my dormmates I loved them.”
Damson handed Nick a grape, who popped it into his mouth and asked, “Should we help?”
“We could,” Damson said, watching Reyah pin Matt with her foot and twist his arm back in a maneuver that probably wasn’t legal. “But this is much more entertaining.”
“Mercy,” Matt groaned.
“Say please,” Reyah said, unflinching.
“Please,” Matt whispered. “Please don’t break my heart.”
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” she muttered, letting him up with a shove.
Matt collapsed onto the grass, arms spread. “She loves me.”
“She tolerates you,” Damson corrected.
“Same thing.”
Across the field, shadows gathered like spilled ink, cool and deliberate, heralding the arrival of someone who never walked, he prowled. Chris stepped from the treeline with the shadows still clinging to him like a second skin, stitched from the underworld itself. His hoodie rumpled, brown hair slightly windblown, eyes unreadable. His presence chilled the air slightly, though no one ever mentioned it out loud.
He didn’t say a word as he passed the group. Didn’t need to.
“Morning, Sunshine,” Matt called with a grin.
Chris flipped him off without looking back.
Matt just chuckled. “Love that guy.”
But Chris’s attention wasn’t really on them, it was on her.
Aurelia sat beneath the olive tree near the edge of the field, her nose buried in a book about ancient warfare, fingers absently twirling a pencil. She had that untouchable, terrifying grace about her, like a weapon sheathed in silk. Most people gave her a wide berth. Chris never did.
Aurelia looked up just long enough to meet his eyes.
Chris didn’t stop walking, he just adjusted his path, slow and deliberate, until he was standing a few feet away from her. Close enough for tension to coil between them like a drawn bowstring.
“You’re in my light,” she said without looking up.
“You don’t need light to read that,” Chris replied, voice low and sharp.
Aurelia closed the book, spine snapping shut with finality. “Is this the part where you try to intimidate me, or just waste my time?”
“I don’t need to try,” he said simply. “And I never waste what isn’t worth something.”
Her smile was a knife. “Then keep walking. You’ll find something more suited to your skill set, like brooding.”
Chris’s eyes narrowed just slightly, a flicker of something colder than shadow behind them. “Careful, Golden girl. You don’t want to provoke me.”
“Too late,” she said, leaning back against the tree like she couldn’t be bothered. “You’ve been provoked since the day I met you. That’s not my problem.”
A beat passed, heavy with everything unsaid.
Then Chris turned without another word, vanishing back into the trees like a curse swallowed by dusk.
Across the way, Matt rejoined the others, flopping dramatically beside Reyah.
“I almost died,” he said.
“You almost got disarmed by your own ego,” Reyah shot back, not unkindly.
Damson offered him a bottle of water. “You two gonna kiss already, or should we keep pretending it’s all just war games?”
Matt sputtered. Reyah rolled her eyes.
Nick leaned into Damson’s side, whispering, “Do you think we were that obvious?”
Damson smirked. “We still are.”
Later that evening, the firepit crackled as everyone gathered for dinner. Plates were passed, stories told, and a few minor food fights broke out between dorms. But beneath the laughter, something electric pulsed, unspoken tension, the kind only demigods could feel. A storm building, quiet but sure.
At the head table, Chiron watched them all with wary fondness. Mr. D muttered about brats and wine in the corner. The Oracle, silent and still, sat like a statue, waiting.
Chris sat alone, fork pushing at his food, eyes on the fire. Across from him, Aurelia read her book half-lit by flamelight, brown hair catching embers in its gold. Every so often, they’d glance up at the same time, and then immediately look away.
Matt was telling a story with too much flair, using his spoon like a sword. Reyah was pretending not to laugh. Nick rested his head on Damson’s shoulder, legs tangled beneath the table. It looked like peace. It felt like a prelude.
And in the embers of the fire, something ancient stirred.
A whisper born of ash and time.
A warning etched in fate.
The prophecy was not coming, it had already begun.
And they were blissfully oblivious.
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Reyah, refusing to ever vocalize the slightest possibility of entertaining liking the idea of coordinating with Matt, still did to stop his begging and pleading. But only after he said she would be the dominant costume with Medusa. Matt always showing up with unyielding devotion for Reyah was more than happy to be stunned by her beauty and play her victim: A Statue.
Demi!Nick x Demi!Damson
Nick and Damson, the real life Peanut Butter and (Grape) Jelly.
Demi!Chris x Demi!Aurelia
Chris, hating the idea of playing dress-up went with the simplistic approach, something with little effort but still counted as "dressing up" for half of him, A Human. Aurelia had many options saturate her over-thinking brain but only one option lingered a little longer than the rest because with this one came an opportunity to get under Chris' skin. Who better for her to be for Halloween other than the man who ruined Chris' life: Hades.
The Chratt Twin's Characters' For (LATE) Halloween
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