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About Elena (Nico) Di Angelo (Child Of Aphrodite AU) 

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Dead Name - Elena Di Angelo 

Origin - Greek 

Meaning - Bright, shining light

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Name - Niccolò or Nicoló (Nico) Di Angelo

Name Meaning - People Of Victory . Nicolo as a boy's name is related to the Greek name Nicholas. The meaning of Nicolo is "people of victory".

Race - Italian, Greek/Roman

Sexuality - Gay (Trans!male)

Appearance - He had shaggy, messy curly dark chocolate brown hair, olive skin and dark chocolate like brown eyes.

Aesthetic - Dark Academia

Family - Maria Di Angelo (Mortal - Deceased) Bianca Di Angelo (Demigod - Alive). 

Godly Parent - Aphrodite

About Bia (Bianca) Di Angelo 

Name - Bianca Di Angelo

Name Origin - Italian. Other Origin(s):Roman. 

Name Meaning - White, pure. Bianca is a baby girl name of Italian origin. Meaning “pure” and “white,” this baby name is commonly associated with the winter season and the innocence of youth.

Sexuality - Lesbian

Race - Italian, Greek/Roman

Appearance - A girl with black hair, olive skin and black eyes, like her father. She used to hide behind her green hat.

Aesthetic - Grey Academia

Family - Maria Di Angelo (Mortal - Deceased), Nicoló Di Angelo (Demigod - Alive).

Godly Parent - Hades

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Welcome Dear Reader! To this story of Tragedy, Sacrifice, and Love. I do hope those of you here enjoy this somewhat strange story. However, before we are to proceed I do wish to warn you of the dangers that may lay ahead. Dangers who are ancient and powerful but can be defeated. For those of you wondering what I am talking about. Apologizes, but I cannot say much for they might come and threaten the lives of those around my friend and I. They are monsters who can smell us out. Monsters who will stop at nothing to kill or tear us apart. So, I warn you to read carefully. But if you can see some similar experiences happening to yourself…

I ask that you close this immediately and believe the ignorant lies your parents have fed you. Go back to the oblivious life you have. Never come back to read this again.

If you do…

Don’t say you were not warned. Now if you have not had any experiences that will be told later on. I suggest you read on, and it is also lovely to have you here. Some of you may be wondering who I am or what my identification is. Well, Reader I am not obligated to tell you the slightest bit of information. The story is not about me, it is about someone important to me. It is someone who is my friend and who I feel comfortable around. Now let us start our story…

A ten year old boy had woken up to sunlight hitting his face. He had dark brown hair that looked almost black it could remind someone of skillfully crafted dark almost black chocolate. He had glowing olive skin. His eyes were mesmerizing dark brown. These were traits he had gotten from his Mama. Oh, His dear mother was a kind woman. The boy couldn’t remember much about his mother. But he does remember how caring, kind, and comforting she was. The fact he couldn’t remember much probably had a lot to do with the trauma he had regarding her. His name was Niccoló Roco Di Angelo. Or Nico for short, his middle name was the same as his mama. “A keepsake” his nonna had said to him one night. Apparently his mama decided it was a good idea to have her son have the same middle name as her late sister and herself. Nico honestly thought it was a bit strange. Well, kinda. If it weren’t for the fact Bianca - His older sister - kept telling him how unique his name was. Nico thought his name was a little long. People couldn’t spell it properly, at least not anymore, not since they moved to America. Their mama had told them they were going to move to America to be with papa. Nico had been excited but, when they came here everyone looked at them as if they were a problem. A problem that needs to be thrown out and left to be discarded like a rag. Nico started disliking America a bit since then. But he tried to make the most of things. Even that was destroyed when the accident with their mama happened. Papa had sent them to a hotel for a few months, and then they started going to school again. Everything looked different when they left the hotel. But Nico decided not to pay attention to it for too long. Soon enough they arrived and he noticed a sign that said.

“Westover Hall—…”

It was all he could see before being dragged by Bianca. The lawyer said they would spend the school year here but would live with papa soon. A few months later and Nico was pinned on that fact the place sucked. He didn’t like the teachers, they were really fake and held smiles that made him want to puke. He hated how much they smiled extra big when they looked at him. He found it creepy, uncomfortable, and straight up weird. Bianca made sure to always have him in arms reach whenever they were around or just within her view. She said it was for his protection. why? He didn’t know the exact reason. But he did know their teacher Dr. Thorn was a very weird looking person. He had a tail that was spiked, he also had wings. He told Bianca and she just paled so that was probably part of the reason. Nevertheless, she’d told him to hold his head up high, keep his distance and don’t follow them without her around. Bianca told him to make the most of it for a bit. “I could try and ask papa to send us a teacher so we can be homeschooled again. But there are no promises of this happening Nico” His sister had continued. Nico nodded his head. He knew their papa was nice enough to pay for the funding of their school entrance fee. He couldn’t help but think of that moment as he brushed his teeth and got ready for a day of boredom. He slowly put his school uniform on. It was scratchy, uncomfortable, and made him want to scream by the way it made his senses react. His entire skin felt like it needed to be peeled off just to get the outfit off. Nico hated when this happened. He hated how he couldn't just put something on and feel completely fine.

Bianca could do that…

So why couldn’t he?  

Just once ?

Just for one time why couldn’t he put something on and feel fine. Feel like his skin wasn’t on fire or how his skin needed to be peeled off. Nico was frustrated by this fact for years. When they lived in Italy and this happened Nico would throw a fit. The adults around them would get mad at him and tell him to knock it off. Bianca always had to calm him down and told him to try and deal with it a little longer until they got home. Then they could go get him a change of clothes. 

Nico blinked to regain his focus into reality as a hand was waved in front of him. How much time had passed? Was it the afternoon already? “Are you okay?” He looked up to see his sister Bianca standing over him. She held both of their lunch trays in her hands. “Yeah, uh. just thinking?…” he replied softly. His face slowly turned into a frown as if he was unsure. Bianca nodded, taking his answer like nothing, sitting down and setting down their lunches to eat. She knew he wasn’t going to say anything else. Nico had started speaking only a few words since the incident with their mother. Bianca didn’t want to push but she really wanted him to be more like how he used to. But even then she had pushed him away so many times she couldn't believe he still wanted to be around her. He used to pout or cry until she said she was sorry. Nico didn’t even talk to her even when he forgave her. Sometimes it was days, weeks, it was only once that he stopped talking to her for 1 whole month. But…

No matter how many times she pushed him away …

He always came back to her with the biggest smile .

He would hug, smile, and shower her with his love for her as his sister. It was comforting to Bianca especially after the incident. She yearned for the old Nico to come out. But she knew no matter how many times she yearned, dreamed, wished it would never happen. 

But the careful world they built together was shattered the day Dr. Thorn revealed his true intentions. He was a monster or terror as Nico said, Bianca could remember him talking about what he learned when he was reading books about mythology. It was his favorite thing to talk to her about. Normally she would say it was annoying but it wasn’t it was one of the few things that left him acting like his old self. When Dr. Thorn dragged them out away from everyone during the winter dance, someone came to their rescue. Which had failed miserably, but luckily they were saved by some other people. Bianca wasn’t really paying too much attention to everyone else around her other than her brother. “Nico, are you okay?” She whispered, Nico nodded “are you okay?”. Bianca signed “yes”. She was shown how to do it by one of the girls in her class. She taught Nico as soon as she learned to sign. The other people around them continued talking. Bianca couldn’t help but feel confused by the whole conversation but she decided enough was enough. They stopped talking and started paying attention to her. 

“WOAH, woah, Alright timeout. Who are you people?!” She put her hands up into a T. “The better question would be who are thy parents?” Said the very pretty  girl. Bianca felt pink looking at her. Nico noticed and slightly giggled at his sister. However when the words registered in their heads both of the Di Angelo siblings' heads went down; they had a sad look in their eyes. “Our mama is… gone but my papa was kind enough to raise us while also paying for everything we need. He was kind enough to actually take Nico in. Anyways mama left us a trust fund for school  and other things but that’s it”, Bianca noticed them looking at her with pity? or was it sympathy. “What? I’m telling you all the solid truth. If you don’t believe me, you must be having gas”. She said, sighing. she turned towards Nico and told him “I think I’ll try calling papa that way we can get out of this place. We’ll probably be homeschooled again but at least no one will start ragging us.” Nico was silent the whole time but he nodded. He then started to speak “Bianca, before you snap your cap… I think we should go with them.” She widened her eyes, Nico usually could tell when someone spoke the truth so, Bianca guessed she could trust him. She looked at him for a few minutes, narrowing her eyes. “Fine…” she relented.

With that the two were off to Camp Half-Blood.