The prince of hell

by Gaylittlegremlin

Summary:

What if lucifer had a son? What if Charlie had a younger brother? What if the boy fell in love with the ghost king?
What if the devil had a child with a god?

What will happen when (nearly) two decades of old lies fall apart? Your guess, dear reader, is as good as mine.

Notes:

Hi :)

Chapter 1

 

Author’s note

So, a bit of a disclaimer: I have little to no ability to predict when I’ll be updating this, probably won’t write anything around May but I might surprise myself. This is my first time writing a fan fiction so any comments are welcome. This is based on the lovely question “what if Will was lucifers kid”, I see blond, cheerful, optimistic and powerful fictional characters and I see potential for a messy family history :)

I was probably listening to RafScrap, Lilith Max, Lydia the bard, Hazbin Hotel soundtrack or Pink Turns Blue with occasional Em Beihold while writing this in the dark at 2am.

 

 

General run down of the AU, because I don’t think that I’ll ever fully explain it, feel free to just…not read it:

 

 

 

 

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Ten years before Lilith left Hell, the Morningstar familial.. affection had already began to decay. Lilith took a young Charlie with her when she decided that Lucifer would be a poor influence. Drowning in grief a few days later, Lucifer found himself in a mortal guise in a bar in New York, having used one of Asmodeus’ crystals to escape his hellish prison undeterred by the angels. Apollo found himself in the same bar, bored out of his mind. Things….got out of hand.

Lucifer awoke in an unfamiliar bed, an infant and a note laid at his side, written apologies from an ancient god, explanations of the dangers faced by demigod children. He could not return to Hell with the boy, not if there was a chance that Lilith might return for if she were to discover this particular *sin*, she might keep him from seeing their daughter ever again, poison her against her father. He left the hotel and tracked down the nearest living creature who might be able to deal with the child, a 24 year old musician and entertainer by the name of Naomi Solace.

Lucifer gave his son a tattoo of sorts, a sun for Apollo, a mark, a spell that would help the boy conceal his heritage, hiding the gold and white feathered wings, the horns and tail so similar to his own. A disguise, until the boy could control his powers unassisted.

Cloaked by the shadows, invisible to human eyes, Lucifer left the boy and the letter on the bed next to a sleeping Ms. Solace.

 

7 years ago

 

Lilith, on her way to paradise, discovers the living evidence of her husband’s affair, reinforcing her belief in her decision. She tells the woman raising the boy of his true parentage before continuing on her way. Naomi, frightened and confused takes her son up to New York anyway, grappling with the realisation that everything that had happened, it was just in Will’s nature, her parenting was not at fault, she hardly thought to question why the Satyr who had shielded them was taking her ten year old son, the devil’s son, Apollo’s son, away.

 

 

 

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It is probably worth mentioning that in this specific au: exterminations began seven years ago, when Lilith left

   Vaggie ended up in hell/fallen on the third extermination (can’t remember the cannon timeline)

   Charlie aged like a human(sort of), she was 22 when she met Vaggie and stopped aging (physically) around then, she was 9 when Will was…born

   What afterlife you end up in depends on which one you’re closer to, genetically, religion-wise, behaviour, personal philosophy, etc...

   Kayla has two biological fathers, similar logic applies here = the gods and other immortals are weird.😐 

  I think that’s everything, but there might be more later.

Notes:

Seriously, I have absolutely no idea what I’m even doing here.

Chapter 2

Notes:

Little disclaimer; I have not yet read The Court of the Dead, only TSATS, so the characters and timeline might be a bit…off. In this AU, I guess they were just chilling in camp, fairly peacefully post-Tartarus, until I decided to write this lovely thing. I also haven’t read the books (Percy Jackson + HOO) in a while, so there will be MANY inaccuracies.

Will really needed to get some more sleep…or acknowledge that there was nothing that he could do about the dark circles beneath his eyes.
Mirrors weren’t good for him anyway, it wasn’t like he ever really recognised himself when he looked into them, his reflection never looked right.

At least this time he had a good explanation; Nico was in the underworld, and had been for the past four days.
Some kind of ‘family reunion’ with Hades and Persephone.
The two of them had barely spent longer than a few hours apart since their return from Tartarus nearly a year ago, especially not overnight! It wasn’t as if anything untoward was happening (as far as anyone was concerned), so Chiron, albeit begrudgingly, decided to be ok with it, despite their relationship.

Nico would wake up screaming, apologising, having dreamt of what could have been; of being forced to leave Will behind, abandon him with Nyx in order to save Bob. To complete the quest.
Will could never seem to properly calm him down on those nights, when he was drowning in guilt for something that he didn’t, but could’ve done.
They’d end up making coffee, stargazing, watching Star Wars (again), anything to keep their minds off it.
Will probably should have told Nico about his own nightmares, after all, they’d promised to not keep any more secrets. But he didn’t want to admit that the ones where Nico left him behind were the more bearable, that he preferred them in comparison to the ones in which Nyx won, and Will was left unable to do anything other than watch as Nico lost everything that made him…him.

The nightmares weren’t the only things that Will was hiding, the cause for his recent lack of sleep was one such secret. Technically, it was also a nightmare, just of a different kind; a repeating dream. Dreams were rarely good news for demigods, normally prophetic, usually related to your imminent death, very fun.

Having the same dream over and over again? Infinitely worse!

…and Will had been having this dream almost every single night since he arrived at camp. Just brilliant. It would have been ok if he knew what the dam thing meant, a reoccurring dream was one thing, one that you couldn’t make sense of was another. He was in half a mind to go and ask Rachel, but that seemed like it would be a waste of the oracle’s time. Whatever that woman was trying to tell him, it didn’t matter, it couldn’t matter. Will was many things, the head of the Apollo cabin, the head medic, the ‘perfect’ boyfriend, the one who was always happy and calm in any given situation, he had to be. If he wasn’t, then what use was he?
Will wasn’t as strong as Percy, as powerful as Nico, as brave or selfless as Leo, as smart as Annabeth, as charming as Piper, the list goes on.

He barely considered himself worthy of someone like Nico on a good day, and here he was, staring into the mirror, trying to cover up the effects of having that lovely dream again, of the sleepless hours that followed. Pathetic. He wouldn’t have been nearly as concerned, if it weren’t for the fact that he hadn’t had this particular dream since the night before they left on their quest to Tartarus, nearly a year ago.

At first he had thought that the ‘dream’ was about Nico…the first half seemed to be, now, he wasn’t too sure. If his ‘dream’ was a prophecy, then it surely should’ve come to pass during their quest.

Will was probably just paranoid. It was probably nothing.

Gods, he really had to stop overthinking in front of this mirror, it had started to become a terrible habit.

 

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It was days like these that Will truly despised being a medic: early summer, about five kids with broken bones, definitely a couple of severely infected wounds. Some geniuses from the Ares and Hermes cabins had decided to bungee jump off of the top of the climbing wall, over the lava, and into the lake…it was safe to say that they were unsuccessful.
It didn’t help that, on top of everything else, if his schedule was correct (the infirmary was so busy that he’d had Kayla work out appointments and schedules, to maintain basic order), he had to go and inform a sixteen year old daughter of Aphrodite that she was very likely to be pregnant. He was loosing his mind.

*Wait. There was something important about today…

Oh, right. Hazel was coming today, mainly to check on camp, but still, she’d be there in a few hours, maybe even minutes. And he’d promised Nico that he’d make sure that she was ok. Shit! He needed to run if he was going to make it in time. 

Will was almost certain that he hadn’t run quite so fast since, well, Tartarus. There had been a significant increase in monster attacks recently, new campers arriving every few days, it wasn’t unheard of, nothing all that special. Chiron had assessed the situation and determined that it wasn’t safe for people to travel alone in the woods outside of camp, not with so many monsters in the vicinity. He warned the campers, explaining as much.

So, naturally, Will did just that.

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

A whole lot!

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Will reached the tree line as Hazel stepped out of the Grey Sister’s taxi, queasy but otherwise alright. After hearing about the frequent attacks, they’d agreed that Will would meet her ‘round the back of camp; where the trees were thicker and the shadows stretched unnaturally in the evening light. An area where campers rarely went, therefore, there should have been fewer monsters.
For some inexplicable reason, he’s felt uncomfortable from the moment that he’d entered the woods, which didn’t make sense, seeing as he walked out here all the time. Today it was different, something had changed. 

He offered a hand, taking one of Hazel’s bags, motioning for her to follow him, both of them seeming to understand that perhaps, it would be unwise to speak to loudly while still so far from the centre of camp. So far from the others. 

The silence didn’t last. First it was a couple of whispered pleasantries, volume and confidence growing as they approached the barrier.

”So where are my Nieces and Nephews, Solace?”

”Neek’s took them with ‘im to the underworld. Something ‘bout letting them meet their grandparents.”

Hazel cracked a smile at that, stifling her laughter, attempting to salvage what was left of the quiet. 

 

It was suddenly all too quiet.

 

 

Something was horribly wrong.

 

 

Will barely had time to react. Hazel hadn’t seen it yet, a shadowy figure rapidly approaching her, the form growing bigger as it lunged, swiping towards her throat. She wouldn’t see it in time. She wouldn’t dodge in time.

He couldn’t…no, wouldn’t, let Nico loose his sister. Not again.

Will grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the way, stepping forwards with the momentum, taking her place.

 

 

 

 

The last things that he remembered, before the world faded away, was an unbearable, splitting pain, spreading across his torso as the flesh tore in the path of iron-like claws. That and the moment that he realised that he was going to die, and there was nothing that anyone could do to save him.

 

Notes:

I feel kind of bad about doing that…anyway, how was it?
:)

Sorry if it’s a bit short, I kind of needed to sleep…. 🫤

Chapter 3

Notes:

Hello there. Figured that Nico could do with more issues.
So, without further delay, MAY THE TRAUMA GAMES BEGIN!

Sooooooooo…something had happened during these past four days. Nico couldn’t quite tell why, but camp felt different, as if some fundamental piece was missing. The air felt tense, claustrophobic. It frightened him more than he’d ever dare to admit.

He was just overreacting, he hadn’t seen Will in days, no wonder why he was so ‘on edge’, Will was pretty much his only real coping mechanism at this point.

Nico was trying to stay positive, which was easier said than done. This feeling of dread was familiar. He had no idea why, but arriving back at camp had reminded him of the day that Percy returned from his quest after Bianca- However, he had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t ’Percy’ in this situation.
It was nothing. Will was fine. Hazel was fine. No one got hurt.

Will would come and lecture him for shadow-travelling any minute now, any minute now, definitely.

Who was he kidding? Will Solace, the head medic, coming to greet him when he got back from the underworld?
Absolutely not!
Even though they had been dating for nearly two years now, it wasn’t as if Will didn’t have a life outside of Nico. He was probably just busy in the infirmary…despite it being a few hours since the sunset.

Nico began to walk towards the infirmary building, attempting to shake off the lingering tension, because absolutely nothing was wrong.

How wrong he was.

 

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Nico walked into the infirmary, expectant smile chased off of his face by the overwhelming sense of fear and grief that seemed to crash down on him as soon as he got through the doorframe.

The infirmary was empty, far too empty, as if any and all patients had either been ushered back to their cabins, or chose to remain silent and unobtrusive as a sign of respect for whatever tragedy that had befallen the previously calm space. The air within the building was thicker still, choking him. Nico wandered deeper into the infirmary, searching for Will.

He did not find his boyfriend, he did come across Kayla and Austin, who were…crying in the hallway?

”Where’s Will?”

The sibling’s head’s shot up, startled by his sudden appearance. Austin drew in a shuddering breath, avoiding eye contact with Nico, rubbing circles in Kayla’s shoulder with his thumb as she lent into him. Kayla tried to look him in the eyes, breaking down into racking sobs almost immediately.

”Where is your brother?”

Nico wasn’t sure that he wanted the answer to his question, he’d been right, something terrible had happened. Kayla gestured weakly at the door across the narrow hallway from where they were standing, before letting go of her brother, allowing herself to slide her back down the wall, sitting on the floor with her knees held to her chest, weeping once more. Her job as messenger complete. Austin went to sit beside her.

Nico barged through the door, expecting the worst, yet still unprepared for the sight in front of him. The room seemed perfectly normal, if unnaturally cold, except for a few minor details. Every surface was too clean, as if the room had never had a single living person within it, almost like a morgue. Hazel was sitting in one of the two chairs, posture stiff, eyes red and puffy, tear-tracks on her cheeks, bracing herself for something.

The only other ‘strange’ thing was the thing that had caught Nico’s gaze instantly, terror locking his feet and legs in place, leaving him standing helplessly by the now closed door. A white cloth was draped over something on a table, not something, someone. Crimson stained small patches of the fabric, where relatively fresh blood had seeped into it.

Nico didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t accept it. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he might try, there was no plausible way to erase the knowledge from his mind. The realisation that said someone was Will. HIS Will, the boy who’d gone to Tartarus with him, the boy that he would have died for a million times over. The only boy that Nico would ever truly love…was dead. And Nico had a feeling that it would be a significantly more permanent death than that of Leo during the war against Gaia.

He sat down next to Hazel, in the other chair, facing the corpse, for the first time Nico found himself not only uncomfortable, but truly sickened by the sight of death, a thing that was all too familiar to him. He let the first tears fall, scarcely caring to uphold his dignity, not in front of Hazel, not now.

”Wha- what happened?”

Nico stumbled over the question, throat closing, choking once more on the stifling air. He hadn’t meant to come across as accusing, it didn’t really mean anything, Hazel wouldn’t be likely to take offence. He needed to know…how? Why? Why Will? What was Will even doing? If the stains on the fabric were anything to go by, Nico was willing to bet that whatever injury had caused Will’s…passing was unlikely to have been caused by anything that was supposed to be at camp.

Nico barely registered Hazel bursting into tears beside him, giving shaking apologies. She blamed herself. She explained how Will had gone to bring her back to camp. How they’d both realised that something was strange about the woods. How he’d saved her life.
A manticore, because of course it was. She’d managed to kill it, crushing it beneath stone and crystal, but not before the strike that had been for her tore open Will’s flesh. She recounted, with frightening detail, how she’d dragged the body back to camp, hoping desperately that Will had not yet died. Even though, deep down, she had known, near moments after witnessing the blood spill, that Will was dead, nothing more could be done.

Nico simply nodded as sobs racked his body. He didn’t remember saying goodbye before he left for the underworld, because he hadn’t. Nico had left a brief note explaining how he’d been summoned by Hades, that he’d be back in a few days, that he was sorry, that he was bringing the coco puffs with him. He now regretted leaving them in the underworld with Persephone, to whom they’d taken a great liking. At the very least, he would soon be making another trip to the underworld, for if Will was dead, Nico would simply have to go and find his soul and then beg his father to bring him back to life. Easy enough. He was Hades’ favourite child after all, and Persephone had practically adopted him at this point.

They’d get through this, Nico wasn’t about to let a little death get in the way of the best relationship that he would ever have.

 

Only, it would be a bit more difficult than Nico had anticipated.

Notes:

Sorry?
It had to be done. For the plot!
Did I mention that I like writing cliffhangers?
Also, it’s late, so the chapter must be short.
Songs that I listened to while writing this:
-mother mother = wrecking ball
-AND ONE = driving with my darling
-TheOrionExperience = the cult of Dionysius