So... I just made a Solangelo death scene-

Ignore the title AGAIN, I suck at them as you know

TW: d//th, bl//d, um... gr/ef, f/ghting, st/bbing, w//nds

Will's heart pounded in his chest as he ducked at the last second, letting the arrow fly past him, less than an inch from his neck. He swallowed hard.

He was a healer, not a fighter.

He wasn't used to stabbing or disemboweling or setting people on fire. Even monsters.

And the screams around him from demigods (his FRIENDS) made him flinch every time, especially since he knew he couldn't help them all.

But he could save a few, so the next time when a scream pierced the air, Will turned towards the sound.

A flash of black hair tumbled to the ground and Will almost screamed himself, before remembering that Nico was on another team. He wouldn't- couldn't- be here. His eyes focused, and he caught the injured person's face, one he didn't recognize.

A girl; one of the Romans, judging by the armor. Will didn't know why she wasn't with her cohort, but he pushed his way to her side anyway.

He was exhausted, drained from the amount of magic he'd used (not to mention the constant terror that he would be stabbed), but he still laid his hands over the ugly wound on her shoulder. He concentrated, letting the healing magic flow through his arms into the demigod's wound.

Will ignored the sounds of battle around him. All that mattered was the demigod in front of him, slowly stirring.

She took a breath, and Will allowed himself to sit back and push his blonde hair back from his eyes.

The sounds of battle focused again in his hearing, and he winced as clashing swords and the screams of pain grew louder. He didn't have time to rest.

He pushed himself back to his feet, swaying slightly.

And turned around just to see the grinning face of a monster as it drove its spear into his stomach.

Will didn't register the pain at first. He looked down and saw the spear sticking out of his stomach, but the first pain he felt was in his knees as they slammed into the ground, unable to hold him up any longer.

Then the spreading blood registered, and burning pain rammed through Will's chest, tearing and fiery and agonizing. 

His second to last thought was, Please don't let me die on an 'and then everything went black cliche'

Then he thought, Nico's gonna kill me.

And then everything went black.

...

Beat

Snapshots in time, it almost felt like. As Nico whirled and sliced and let death take all of his enemies, all who dared face him.

There: a dracaena.

He sliced it in half.

A harpy, veering across the sky.

He vaporized it.

Beat

Nico felt it when it happened.

It was a tremor. An earthquake under his skin, shaking him to his very core.

Beat

It distracted him, and he almost allowed the monster he was fighting to chop off one of his arms in his careless pause.

He chopped it in half, and it crumbled in front of him.

Beat

Tears filled his eyes with the force of the feeling. The death that swamped his senses.

Nico was surrounded by death, especially with everyone dying around him (they always did) and he'd usually managed to ignore the waves of death around him.

But he could sense the life forces of his core friends. He was attuned to them; he'd made sure of it.

And only one would set him off like this.

Beat

Nico whirled, chopping the surrounding monsters in half with his sword, drinking in their life forces as they crumbled into dust.

The Stygian metal gleamed black as he started running, swiping the tears from his eyes.

He sliced through anything that got in his path, vision narrowed to tracking the life force flickering slowly ahead.

Far away. Too far.

Beat

The screams echoed around him, but Nico ignored them.

He was getting closer, and the death hadn't fully descended yet.

He still had time to save him.

Beat

When Nico saw him lying on the ground with a spear sticking out of his stomach, he snapped fully.

Broke.

Beat

Nico screamed, his voice cracking as the life flickering softly in Will's chest dimmed.

A shock wave blasted from his chest, shooting in a ring around him.

Every single monster disinegrated, and the demigods lowered their weapons in confusion as they beheld Nico, sliding through the dust and blood around him to collapse to his knees at Will's side.

Beat

Will's bright blue eyes were closed.

His shining blonde hair was limp and gray.

His breaths were weak.

And Nico could only watch (if only he was a healer instead of a killer, the son of light instead of darkness) as he lay at his feet.

Beat

Death lay ahead, and Nico could only cup Will's cheeks with shaking hands, trying and failing to wipe away the dirt and blood.

Beat

Will's life force flickered one last time.

And went out.

Beat

Nico felt it when it happened.

The sudden absence of light. The knowledge that darkness had overtaken the earth.

Overtaken him.

Beat

"Nico!" The words were screamed, crackling with grief. Nico recognized the voice.

His mouth formed the name, but his throat didn't work as Hazel threw her arms around him.

He ignored her embrace, his eyes focused on Will's body.

He was the master of death.

How could it betray him?

Beat

Nico focused, raising his arms above him as he drew on his power.

He was weak, but he clenched his fingers tightly, breath whooshing out of him as he panted for air.

And Will moved.

Beat

Hazel drew back, and Nico could feel her fear. But he could only see Will's body as it rose, familiar blonde hair moving across the forehead.

But when he met the blue eyes, there was nothing there.

No sign of the son of Apollo that gleamed with light and laughter. That brightened Nico's world and had kissed him in the woods.

Only dead, dull nothingness.

Bent to Nico's will.

Brought back, but not truly.

Beat

"Nico, let him go," Hazel whispered, her voice shaking. "He- he's gone."

But even though Will's eyes were unrecognizable, Nico couldn't let him go.

Not until Hazel slowly unclenched his hand, uncurling his fingers until they lay flat at his side. Until he let them fall.

Her fingers were warm against his cold skin.

Somehow, that was the only thought that made it through Nico's head.

Her fingers were warm. He was cold.

Nothing would ever be the same again.

He let Will crumple back to the ground, his skin gray. His eyes closed one last time, and Nico felt the final blow.

Down below, someone new (someone important) had just stepped on Charon's boat.

Beat

They rowed across the River Styx, and Nico closed his eyes.

Hazel's hand laid across his shoulder, pulling him into her arms, and he knew she was feeling it too.

Beat

He passed under Cerberus. The judges paused, looking through his mind.

Beat

He was worthy.

Hades' voice sounded in Nico's head. It did that, whenever someone he knew died. But this time, Nico wanted to tear his hair off at his father's words.

There was a new hero in Elysium.

I'm so sorry-

i literally love Solangelo and the last thing I want to do is kill off Will, one of my favorite characters

But... well...

I was in the mood to write a death scene ok-

Also, Nico being the son of Hades and everything, it's interesting to me how he deals with death

I'm a monster-

Anyway, I didn't proofread that, so we'll see what happens when I reread it later