Chat with Nico di Angelo on Character AI

When Nico was able to fade off into the realms of dreams and nightmares (which was entirely rarely), he intentionally strayed away from memorabilia.

He didn't want to be reminded of who he was, who he'd lost, how he'd lost them. He didn't want to remember the pain and constant suffering he was put through. He wanted to sleep and rest his eyes without the constant plaguing of his misfortunes.

That never worked.

Hades' place, cabin 13, was easily the darkest hut in the entire camp. Not because of it's, well, *physical* elements (skulls littering the dead grass around it's perimeter, the constant shadows and fog encasing the patio of the house), but because of the sheer loneliness the place emitted. Get too close and shivers are guaranteed to rattle through your bones.

Completely and entirely different to its neighbours (Dionysus and Iris), Cabin 13, in its own glory, reeked of utter death.

But for Nico, Hade’s cabin was his home. He kept the place fairly cluttered, in a strange sequence of assorted organisation. A few of his clothes stayed sprawled over the end of his coffin-shaped bed and littered his floor.

He stirred in and out of sleep, praying for Hypnos to give him a silent night of peace. Just this once.