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He could hear them calling him.
Distant calls, echoing across the darkness. Barely loud enough to be heard.
Yet, he did hear them, as he walked the dreamless tunnels of his mind.
He didn't know the names behind those voices, didn't know the faces, couldn't see them.
Yet the place around him was bitterly cold, so much so that it bit through his icy cosmos, seeping deep past his skin to where it almost seemed to freeze his heart.
The calls were getting softer, just repetitions of his name, over and over. It was easier to ignore them, to ignore all of it, even though he inwardly ached for reasons he didn't understand.
"Running away, Hyoga?"
That voice was different from the others. Clear, with a simple question attached to his name. It made him stop in his endless track, but not turn around. For some reason, he didn't want to face that voice.
It wasn't fear...
"That's just like you. Always trying to deny what you've done. What have you done this time?"
Yet, it might as well have been, for how intense that pain flared through him, as ghost fingers touched his shoulders. Warm breath pierced the cold at his neck.
"You killed someone else. First your mother, our Masters, you remember them right, Camus, Crystal. Of course myself, and your friends... And now your heart. Can you not keep anyone near without slaying them?"
That pain was growing, ripping at him from the inside, and he knew not why. Faintly, he trembled.
"Of course not, so you run away. Turn and face me, if you think you can."
He found himself mute, with anger, with something more, as he refused that taunt.
Where was his Lord?
"Shouldn't it be your goddess? You swore to serve her alone, all your days," those fingers became more real, pressing harder down, on what felt like his bare shoulders, where he was sure he was wearing his cloth before.
"You don't deserve to be Cygnus any longer. You've run from everything, allowed him to steal everything," snapping anger then, hard and vicious, "Curse you, face me!" another moment, and he was forced around, to stare into one hard, forest green eye, the other scared over, that his heart and mind knew, and wept even though he could not remember.
The other, a green haired youth, was wearing his armor, which was white, and not the cold black that it had been on him. Something whispered that that was its true form...
"You're pathetic, to let Hades trap you. He lied, Hyoga, can't you see? How could you betray us, betray my memory?"
He wanted to ask who he was, how he could dare say such a thing. His Lord would never lie to him...
His fist reached out, to smash into that face, before he could think.
How dare anyone say his Lord had lied.
Hyoga.
Just as he watched the other crash to the ground, he felt that call surround his being, draw him up from the nightmare into familiar darkness.
And into opening his eyes to look into gray green orbs.
"Shun..." it slipped past his lips without a thought.
That hadn't been the name of the man who had tried to reach him. No, that had been... Isaac...Isaac, who he had...
Painful fingers touched his temples as he felt his god's power shoot through him, burning through his mind with icy agony, stealing breath, and what he felt was his very soul away. It hurt too much to even scream, though his trembling mouth opened.
Only for death like lips to seal over them, hungrily taking them as Hades never had.
The pain was growing worse, more intense, breaking him from the inside. Something was being ripped away by its very roots, and he tried to protest. Only to be voiceless, as that mouth stole his air, and those hands poured more agony into him.
He was dying, he was sure, and he knew not what he had done.
He could no longer remember the names he had called.
And the taste of ash was once more in his mouth.
Darkness descended after that.
"I do not know why you keep him, my Lord," Hades didn't look up to the voice, he knew they were both there, standing at the foot of his bed, looking intently upon him.
"It is not your place to question me," one slight hand moved aside red hair so dark it was nearly black from his eyes. It had begun changing again, as if signaling the end of whatever had been left of Andromeda.
"And we do not. We fear for your safety," the twin of the first voice said.
He glared up to them both.
"I can handle a single Saint as much as I handled them all, and Athena," Hades brushed off, rising from his bed finally, leaving the lifeless figure laying still, stretched and pale upon his black sheets.
"Of course, dear Lord," Hypnos assured, "Yet, he is dreaming again. Your seal from before..."
"Was failing. I know. I have just put a stronger one in place, so it is no longer an issue," his eyes dared them to challenge his thoughts.
The second twin, Thanatos, took it up, "My Lord, perhaps it best to send him along. You may not see him as a threat, but he isn't necessary any longer. You have control of all of Athena's domain. Only he and Phoenix remain."
"And Pegasus," one could not forget, his most dangerous enemy.
"Pegasus is sealed with Athena. There is no escape for him, as long as we stand guard," it was a promise from the god of death.
"He still exists none the less, even without a body. Phoenix and Cygnus are not threats. Phoenix is contained, and Cygnus is mine," he didn't care for the spark of emotion that set in him. Hades was without emotions, had always been so.
"Of course. But what use is such a possession? Pandora is a fine tool, and a finer slave. Cygnus is little worth to you, compared to her, or any specter you wish to have near you," Hypnos reasoned.
"I gave a promise when he sold me his soul. I am not one to keep light any promise." Hades was after all, a god with honor.
"Yet, Andromeda is dead, and soon any vestige of him will be absorbed into you," Thanatos pointed out.
"When that happens," Hades glanced to the motionless figure on the bed, dark eyes considering, "I will tire of him, and deal with him accordingly. The promise will no longer hold, when there is nothing left of what he sold himself for."
