I did two different versions of this one and my brother liked this one best. Riku-Rocks helped me a lot with it.

Hell

So was this the fate that had been allotted to him? Once a Guardian... forever a Guardian? He supposed there were worse hells to endure, and being a Guardian was indeed a hell. On the other hand, maybe he had simply made it that way himself.

Auron blew out a breath. He surprised himself with how easily he had offered his services to that boy Sora. The child reminded him a great deal of Tidus. They were both bright, optimistic young men with impossible burdens to bear. He had overheard Hades talking about the Keybearer.

That idiot of a god was a fool to think he could simply strike a bargain with anyone who would be strong enough to do the things he wanted. From what Auron had overheard, he had attempted the same thing with another lost warrior and had only been marginally successful then. What could have possibly possessed him to think it would work with him?

Yes, he was dead, but he was content that way.

He had fulfilled his duty and more importantly, his promise. Both Tidus and Yuna were safe and Auron's friend Jeckt's soul was finally free from Sin. Realizing all those years ago how pointless everything had been… How truly meaningless all those years of Summoner and Guardian sacrifices were, simply to keep Sin at bay for a little while; that had been his first taste of hell.

He had tried to make them see reason, but both Jeckt and Braska had been determined. After they were gone, and he knew the true nature of the Summoner's pilgrimage, he had lashed out at the unseen summoner, only to be casually defeated and eventually die of his wounds.

However, the pyreflies had returned him and he, driven by the need to somehow make up for his perceived wrongs -his inability to stop his friends from needless and pointless deaths- went off to watch over Jeckt's son.

Events eventually led to Tidus beginning his own story. He and Yuna worked together and Sin was finally defeated. Once this was done, Auron allowed himself to rest, released by the pyreflies.

Only to be resurrected into a new hell. He supposed that was the best description. This certainly wasn't the Elysian Fields and somehow, he figured the promised lands would be a little bit… brighter. Then again, it wasn't as if he had earned a place in either one.

However, he was here now and he was no one's tool. Let that fool who called himself the Lord of the Dead try to manipulate him. He had nothing left but a sense of duty and his own will and no one, be they mortal or god would take that.