its an idea i've had for a very long while. so uh...yeah. i know there are tons of different legends for any of these greek myths, and i just chose what i thought suited the characters best. since i find them all so interesting and the like...

warnings: AU, violence, gore, angst, dont eat while reading the siren part. if you mind character death, y'might also not wish to read.
inspiration: i was studying sirens after beating god of war 1, and this sorta came to me.
reasons: cause i wanna.
rating: M? nah. T
pairings: i dunno. none i dont think.
summary:
disclaimer: not mine, never will be.

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onwards??

The sky was a murky grey, and fog drifted lazily across the ocean waves. The ship's wooden planks rocked gently under their feet, and a growing unease could be felt amongst the crew. Their captain waited anxiously on deck, pacing slowly. Through the thick veil of mist, they could see three islands, sharp rocks protruding from the choppy surface of the water.

"W-We're almost there captain." a man said, though the captain paid him no mind.

He was listening for the soft tunes, waiting for the lovely melody to float from the islands, where many ships could be seen. All of them crashed into rocks or half sunken under the waves. The crew swallowed, and stood rigid as they gazed upon this forsaken land. It was fabled, spoken of only amongst sailors, thus it was amazing that their captain, Cross Marian, had even heard of it. Cross had only set foot a few times on a ship, and when he heard of this tale, the tale of the Siren... he couldn't pass up the chance to see it.

Granted, only a fool would venture to this place willingly, he was willing to take that risk. Cross was a very important man in the city where he came from, and his king, who trusted him greatly for some reason or another, desired a priceless treasure. Cross had been at a loss, because there wasn't much he himself could easily get. The tale of the Siren, the three beautiful maidens whose voices were haunting but lovely, singing a melody that lead many a sailor to their deaths, caught his attention.

A passing story he had heard on accident down at the docks, and it was then that cross knew what to get for his king. And so, they sailed ever closer to the island. He frowned a little, listening closely, but still, he heard no singing. He was beginning to wonder if this had only been a legend, when the form of a figure could be seen on the cliffs of the island. The redheaded man's eyes widened behind his glasses, taking note of the thin figure, the long tresses whipping around in the wind. Perhaps it wasn't a legend.

The figure was gone quickly, the mist covering it up again, and he cursed a little. However, he smirked as well.

His dark eyes traced the shape of the ship, frown settled upon his face. It was coming right for his island, willingly. A light smirk graced his pale face. The crew and their captain and sponsor walked along the overgrown pathway, noting the human skulls that littered the ground. A few men gulped, and many whimpered. Cross didn't quite blame them, for the sight was rather grotesque. He sneered at them never the less and walked down the red stained pathway, stopping only when he heard a faint song.

Following it quickly, noting how it died out and then grew louder, he stumbled through the long grass and trees, uncaring of his crew. Cross slowed to a stop, frowning at the sight before him. The crew came up behind him and instantly a tremor went through them, some even shrieking at the sight before them. The meadow was covered in skulls, bones, and the grass had little green patches where the red didn't stain it. Cross felt more than a little uneasy, but he focused on the thing he came for, which stood in the middle of the remains.

Raising an eyebrow, he called, "So, you are the Siren?"

The Siren had an passive look on it's sharp features, and long black locks of hair fell around it's slim form, tumbling over it's shoulders. If Cross didn't know any better, he'd say this Siren was a woman. However, the Siren stood naked, and Cross could see all the proof he needed to know it was a male. The Siren took note of the gazes on him, and a frown settled on his face. He didn't much care for company, and he certainly didn't like his food gawking at him.

"I am." he said at last, and the men's gazes quickly snapped to his lips, shocked at how lovely his voice was.

Cross held back a grin, and stepped forward, into the field of death and over to the Siren. "I am Cross Marian, I've come from the mainland to speak with you." he said smoothly.

A glower held back the rest of the crew, but it seemed this redhead was unfazed by his sharp glare. He didn't give the man a reply. Cross held out his hand, and if he hadn't been so displeased with these living mortals coming onto his land, the Siren might have humored his food and shaken it. "I come in the name of my king, whose name you probably don't know of. He's heard tales of your lovely voice, and would like to meet you."

"Perhaps he's also heard of what happens to foolish humans who come here?" the Siren bit out, eyes narrowed.

"Ah, yes. He has. Provided you are the Siren, I've come to make a deal with you..." he snapped his fingers and several men were pushed forward, bound and gagged.

The Siren's eyes locked onto their fear stricken faces, and he felt his hunger arise. How long had it been since he'd last eaten anything... Cross smiled in what the Siren assumed must be charming. "You must be quite hungry." the man said, and the tied up men quickened their struggles. His eyes traced them, and his stomach ached for their flesh, and before anyone could blink, one man was headless. Cross winced at the muffled shrieks of horror as the men watched the Siren rip the man to pieces.

He bit into an arm, sharp fangs easily piercing the thick meat. It had been so long since he had last eaten, the taste of flesh and blood on his tongue almost made him swoon. Behind Cross, the crew paled and stood in place, to scared to run. They watched the creature before them feast on one of the men, whose head had rolled away to stare accusingly at them. The Siren's beautiful face was stained with dark red blood and while eating, it seemed he wasn't nearly as beautiful.

"So...what is it you wanted again?" the Siren asked at last, licking his lips and starting on the next man, ripping an arm off, uncaring of his agonized cries.

Cross winced. "Our king wishes to hear your melody. He sent me to take you back to him."

"Why should I return to a land I'm exiled from?"

"Because," Cross began, drawing the Siren's attention. "You must get awfully hungry here. If you come along with us, we're willing to feed you as much as you'd like."

His eyes flashed, and the redhead could see the hunger and greed in the creature's eyes. It seemed food was a good bargaining chip. "Oh?"

"Yes, in return for your services."

The Siren raised an eyebrow, "Services." he repeated skeptically. "I serve no one."

"Did you not once serve a goddess?" Cross asked, watching the Siren dab a sharp nail into the man's socket, drawing blood from him. He almost felt bad for him.

The Siren's eyes flashed, and he fixed a malicious gaze on him. "I did. However, she exiled me to these islands for not saving her daughter. She was a bitch, I don't regret not saving her as Hades dragged her with him."

Cross could see exactly why the goddess had put him here now. His long fangs were bared at the memory, and the armless man shrieked again as the Siren dug his claws into him. "Wouldn't you like to leave this place?" he asked, attempting to convince the male.

His gaze went blank, as he toyed with the thought of going along with him, chewing thoughtfully on the man's arm. "I rather like my island." he said, smiling an eerie smile. Cross took a step back, noting how he dropped the now half dead man.

"I don't like the idea of serving one of you filthy humans either. But I thank you for the food." the Siren said, standing up. The men began to step away, Cross caught in the middle.

"You'd be rather well off, are you sure-?"

"I think its time you leave me be now." the Siren hissed, and Cross felt only a smidget of fear.

Haunting singing echoed across the island, and that was the last time Cross and his men had ever been seen again. That night, the Siren ate well, and with the rising of the sun the next day, began his lonely wait for another ship.

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anyone care to guess who that character was?? (looks around) twas kanda. i decided to leave him nameless in this x.x hopefully, it wasnt to awful. but yeah.

the sirens (three girls) were playmates of persephone, who was kidnapped by hades to become his wife. demeter, persephone's mother, was quite angry due to the fact that the sirens didnt attempt to help her, and turned the sirens into half women-half birds, and then put them on three islands (all next to each other). two legends i read said that the sirens sang to make demeter forgive them, and accidentally lured sailors to them. another says they sang to lure the men, because they're friggen hungry.

i chose the last one, cause i cant see kanda begging for forgiveness. i also cant quite see him caring that much about persephone or demeter. anywho, theres ya are.