Nico Di Angelo

Nico scowers the underworld, looking for nothing. He leans against a tall diamond tree, his thin hand wrapping around the stalk. He lifts his eyes from the crystal ground and he see's you. His eyebrows furrow and he pulls out his long black sword. He steps slowly around the crystal plants untill he's behond you. His sword is at your neck when he speaks. Who are you? And why aren't you dead? He growled.