August 19th, Underworld, Elysium, After the Titan's War

Luke strode away from the guards with a quiet urgency. He saw a tall white steeple of a white church. A Christian church. If Marina was anywhere in Elysium, she was there. As Luke hurried through the crowded, partying streets, he thought of his Marina. She was so sweet, so pure. At one point, he had thought of her as innocent and needed a guardian, but now he knew different.

The 'What Ifs' and 'If Onlys' started through his head. What if Marina had told him earlier about herself? If only Luke had had more control of Kronos If only he could have stopped Kronos in time. What if he could have controlled Kronos? What if Marina didn't believe in him anymore? If only Luke could have saved her.

Finally, the church's huge brass and wood doors loomed up in front of Luke. They had pictures and illustrations of salvation and Heaven carved into them. He gently pushed the right door open, surprised at how easy it was to push something so magnificent and massive open. A long aisle flanked with rows and rows of the wooden benches that Marina called pews led up to the dais Marina called the altar. Hanging above the altar was the cross and it's occupant, the man known as Jesus Christ. And there, kneeling in front of the altar in bowed head prayer, was Marina.

Luke smiled happily and hurried up the steps. Marina's raven wing black hair hung down her narrow back in a long braid. Her shoulders hunched more and she seemed smaller. But she was still Marina. As Luke came to her, he knelt and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Something was wrong though, as he nuzzled her hair loveingly.

"And who do you think you are?" A old, croaky voice asked Luke indignantly.

"Marina?" Luke murmured and moved a little away.

"No." The voice said sharply.

The women he thought was Marina, was at least 90 years old. She had her narrowed brown eyes on him with a steely glare. Tears started to blur Luke's vision as the little old lady got up and left the church. That was not his Marina.

Luke got off his knees and slid onto the front row pew. He peered at the golden faced man who hung his head in his sculpted agony. Luke was sure that's what his face looked like. How stupid could he have been to believe Marina would be here, in the Greek's heaven. Her Father probably called her back. After all, she was one of his messengers.

With his now dead and meaningless arms, Luke covered his face and wept in his agony. His back hunched as he bent over. Tears cascaded over the rims of his eyes as he let his pain known. He was evil, a villain, even if they had given him Elysium. His hand had been the hand to kill something pure and innocent and great. How foolish could he be to think he deserved a girl like Marina?