The worst part about being a son of hades? Feeling the ones you care about, slip into your fathers realm. Some people picture dying being quick. But it's not. It takes hours for a soul to be out of the body. And if its someone you care about, you can feel every second of it. I've heard spirits say dying was like getting a blanket ripped off of you. Feeling someone die is way different. It's like a funnel, that's corked at the bottom. When that fatal blow is delivered, someone takes out the cork. A cold chill fils the spot in your stomach that once felt their life. It always drains slowly too. Do they feel every second if it when they die, and forget when they go to my fathers realm? Or is it quick for them? Either way, it's unpleasant to feel a loved one die. Because not only do you suffer the lose like everyone else, but you can feel them slipping away, you k ow how much time is left, you're filled with a sense if urgency, and there's nothing you can do about it. Not a single fucking thing. When she died, it tore my soul in two. She was my soul mate. Literally. I felt her fade away, slipping through my finger tips, her bright blue eyes, fading, losing that spark. My soul went down the funnel along with my heart. I held her body against my chest for hours after she passed. Not even Zeus's misery could surpass mine. I convinced myself I could have done something, but I know I couldn't have. My powers probably killed her faster, being the son of death and all. She died so long ago, but I can still feel the tear in my soul, one that will never be healed. Not until I join her in the underworld. I step up onto the ladder, wrap the rope around my neck and step off the stool. My legs kick, as I panic, and my body fights against me for survival. I kick the ladder over on accident, and I smile despite my situation. I'll be able to see her. My vision darkens, and the last thing I hear before passing out, is a large crack. Hopefully it's my neck.