Chapterrrr four! The training begins and shows why this fic is rated T! This is gonna be the second darkest fic I ever made (number one being my very first fic with suicide and massacres). I love dark stories, but not too disgusting. So enjoy the beginning of the cruelness MHUAHAHA!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kid Icarus or its characters. But if I did, I would make a sequel, pronto!
'First of all, I'm going to check if you are a real warrior.' My eyes widened again. Hades told about a real warrior in my dream. Oh gods, my dream was real! Before I could flinch, Hades had caught my hand. My wings fluttered softly to protect my back.
'Don't worry. I won't hurt...well at least if you are strong enough.' Adrenaline raced through my body. What was Hades going to do with me? Hades looked up and clapped in his hands twice. The door flew open and a dozen Syrens ran in. My heart skipped a beat. Those things had sharp claws. They were hissing and screeching, but didn't attack.
'I can't get real angels, but Syrens are close enough. And they are loyal to me, so they're not in panic, until you actually try to kill one,' Hades explained. 'I first test your reaction to death and teach you how to choke. Choking is a painful death and allows you to remove easily the wings after kill.' I nodded. Hades roughly grabbed one of his minions and took it down. The Syren screeched in agony and tried to protect itself with its claws, but it couldn't escape from Hades' grasp.
'You see, I took it down first. Your prey can't escape this way,' he instructed while holding the Syren. 'Then, cling your hands around its throat and squeeze it as hard as you can. It's important you pinch the windpipe. I will show you.' Hades started choking the Syren. It screeched, gurgled and struggled. I watched it all, calmly. Hades squeezed the Syren even tighter and after a minute, the minion became limp. I looked emotionless at the dying Syren. No grief, no sympathy. I was more happy it didn't screech anymore, cause the shrillness almost made my ears bleed.
'It looks dead now, but you never know. I highly recommend choking a bit longer, so you are sure it's dead.' When Hades was sure the Syren was dead, he released it and looked straight in my eyes to read my emotions.
'Good...death does nothing to you. You look rather...amused.' He stroked my long wavy black hair. 'I see a ruthless murderer in you. I can't wait to see your cute face covered in angel blood. It matches with your eyes after all.' I took that as a compliment.
'Does I have to kill a Syren now?' I asked.
'Yes, that's correct. They run around like a flock of turkeys, chased by a fox.' I nodded and slowly walked to the winged monsters. As if they knew my plan, they got the hell away. I started a run and tried to catch one. Hades was right. They indeed ran around like a flock of turkeys. My heartbeat was rapid. I had to catch one. The weakest was the best chance for victory. My attention went to a blue-winged Syren who seemed to have trouble keeping the rest up. It was now a matter of exhausting my prey. I kept chasing the Syren, until it changed tactic. Instead of flight, it changed to fight. I dodged the sharp claws. Now I had to catch him. I spread my wings to fright the Syren. It worked: the monster stood frozen in fear against the wall. This was my chance. I grabbed the Syren's throat and flung the beast to the ground. It struggled heavily and I sought a way to keep it on its place. The first priority was to disarm its claws. I wrapped my legs around its legs and squeezed as hard as possible to clamp them. With its claws down, it was time for the wings. I grabbed its wings and crammed them behind the Syren's back. It was helpless now and I had two free hands. The monster knew its fate and started screeching.
'Die already!' I snapped and really wanted to strangle it, what I was going to do.
'Make an end to it,' Hades commanded. I held its throat in a powerful and tight grasp. It gurgled when I squeezed its throat, its eyes almost popping out. Suddenly, something in my mind sprang. I felt mighty. I had the power to end this creature's life. The decision to keep alive or to kill. I looked in the Syren's eyes. They looked afraid. It was totally dependent on my decision. I knew my decision. This creature would die. I pinched its windpipe even tighter and ended the Syren's life. When I thought it was dead, I turned its neck, breaking it.
'Ahh, the beautiful sound of a breaking bone. Isn't that sound satisfying?' Hades asked.
'As music in my eyes,' I answered. I released the dead monster, stood up and kicked it once, to make sure it was dead.
'Hohoho, he was already dead,' Hades smiled. 'You are rude. I like that.' I smiled by the compliment.
'Does that mean I get a soul?' I asked with puppy-eyes.
'Of course I give my little girl a soul,' he said and pulled out a can. 'Catch!' He tossed it to me and I caught it. I looked confused at the can. It said: Soul in a can.
'Soul in a can?' I asked, while opening it.
'You see, my budget is smaller, since out-for-revenge Medusa keeps sending armies. So I started Hades Inc. I do some side-business now. You know, selling souls to desperate angels, get them addicted so they buy more...the usual stuff,' Hades said with a nonchalant tone in his voice. I drank the liquid inside the can. It was thinner than my first soul, but as delicious as ever. I rolled with my eyes, cause of the heavenly taste. Hades' attention went to the dead Syren. The others stood upset around it. He pushed them away.
'Go back, you stupid no-brains,' He said. The Syrens ran out the room. Meanwhile, I had finished my soul in a can.
'I'm totally ready for my next task, lord Hades,' I said. Hades evilly rubbed his hands.
'Then let's play with wings and blood.'
"Soul in a can", that sound funny. Can you imagine a tv-spot with Hades, advertising souls in a can with an epic background tune and flashy colours?
