The Princess and the Demigod, Part Four Escape and Unexpected Encounter.
Hagon was pacing around in his room, he and his father in the same room. Alone that hasn't happened in years. And they aren't exactly on the best terms right now. Scratch that Hagon couldn't remember a time when they were on good terms never mind the best terms.
"Got to get out of here," Hagon tells himself over and over. He doesn't care who that guy is who escaped Tartarus, who seems to be obsessed with him. Okay, well he cares a bit. But he'd rather gamble with a stranger than his father. Hades could punish him in a way that has him begging for death. As long as he had semi-immortality, he doubts this threat could truly hurt him. Add to his fine lineage, the firstborn the only child of the world's greatest and most powerful witch. And the child of a powerful god. The power he inherited wasn't to be trifled with. Hagon bets it's just Patrick being protective and Hades being paranoid about anything happening to one of his possessions. What in Tartarus' name did his mother see in his father? That is a question that often plagues the boy's mind for more than one reason.
"Haggie, come on out," Patrick says.
"I'm asleep," Hagon lied.
"No, you're not," Patrick replies before entering.
"Hello privacy," Hagon snapped.
"I have to leave to attend to some business, so you're spending the day with father," Patrick announced.
"Me and Dad in the same room, we both know that's not going to work," Hagon responds.
"Make it work, you can't be left to your own devices," Patrick said.
"I'm not three," Hagon responded.
"Sometimes, I beg to differ brother. You broke our trust when you teamed up with Max and Melody. You have to live with the consequences. Besides, you've always wanted daddy's love and attention," Patrick says. Hagon sighed, perhaps he could still escape even if he was close to his father. He just needed the perfect timing.
"And what could me and Dad possibly talk about?" Hagon asks.
"Anything or nothing, just do as you're told and maybe, his punishment might not be as cruel as it seems," Patrick answered. The god then grabbed one of the boy's arms and drags him out of the bedroom. Cuddles following closely from behind.
"Has he got one of his cigars?" Hagon asked.
"Perhaps, but you can't tell me, that little Haggie is scared of dear old Dad," Patrick teased.
"You would be if he could shatter your soul or put you to sleep for eternity," Hagon mumbled.
"After six months of sleep, and you're still a little cranky," Patrick says.
"Six years later and you still show no remorse for what you did to her," Hagon snapped.
"Praying that one day, I show remorse is like praying for rain in a drought," Patrick responds. The God then pushes Hagon into the recently conjured living room. Before vanishing in blue and orange flames.
The conjured living room was something the boy hadn't expected. Not that he wasn't delusion conjuring must be a mere trifle for his father. It was the actual design of the living room. It almost felt homey what would have made it feel homier would be if his father wasn't in the room. Hagon takes in the design of the room it definitely wasn't a modern take on living rooms. But at the same time wasn't too backwards. Sort of a mix in between. Hagon could see his father sat down on a white leather armchair, smoking one of his thick cigars. There is music playing in the background. Hagon never imagined his father to be a fan of music.
"Hagon," Hades said.
"Yes sir," Hagon replies.
"There a couch, it's purpose is for an induvial or a group to sit on it," Hades says.
"Oh," Hagon stuttered, the boy sat on the conjured white leather couch.
"Still so nervous about your punishment for betrayal. I can see it in your eyes, her eyes," Hades said.
"You're not the forgiving type father and nor are you reasonable," Hagon replied.
"I give you an allowance don't I," Hades pointed out.
"Yeah three silver coins, three people, I didn't have to kill this year, a truly unique progressive parent you are," Hagon joked.
"If I gave you five it would make you greedy. Oh, I miss the times when you were smaller. You didn't need so much attention and supervision," Hades sighed.
"You had Pain and Panic watch me, if Patrick wasn't available and if they weren't up to the task. You had that beast come," Hagon pointed out.
"Ah Evadne pity she's on vacation, I know how much my boys loved spending time with her. But I insisted it was finally time for some father-son bonding," Hades said.
Audrey has made her decision; it didn't take a lot for her to make her decision final. Most people would think the triggers were trivial. But to her, they were massive and never-ending. Audrey packed a small bag of what she called her essentials and left her parents a note. She made sure to wear a silk pink cloak for warmth. She then carefully fled the palace almost as if she were a thief fleeing with valuable goods. Once outside the palace, she made her way to the stables where she mounted onto her horse and rode away from her family home. She knows the journey to her destination is long and might be dangerous now. Due to how badly Auradon was struck by the villains.
Meanwhile back down in the Underworld, father and son were in an awkward environment. Neither really knew what to say to each other. Hagon was happy to see his father in a calm manner. But still, a calm Hades or a furious Hades is still dangerous. Hagon could take some comfort that Cuddles his three-headed companion was sitting next to him on the couch.
"Dad," Hagon started his voice small.
"No, you're going to have to make up for killings this year, you didn't complete when you ran away," Hades replies not bothering to look up from a newspaper he was reading.
"It wasn't that I was wondering what happens next? Now that all your siblings are you know gone," Hagon says.
"Claim my inheritance shed a few fake tears divide the assets, your small fortune is going into a trust fund. I'm thinking twenty-five thousand is a reasonable age to get your hands on it," Hades answered.
"What do you mean by assets?" Hagon asks.
"There are various titles and roles, responsibilities that need to be taken up, for you, I'm thinking Prince Hagon, Lord of the Underworld, Demigod of traitors and deceit," Hades joked.
"Small talk isn't our thing, is it?" Hagon asked, well not really.
"It's that obvious," Hades replies.
"Yep and since we both detest the concept of therapy, why not tell me about who she is?" Hagon says.
"Not knowing irritates you, which makes keeping she a secret is more appealing to me," Hades teased. Silence took up the next few hours, Hagon needed out, he couldn't take being in the same room as his father. While he knew someone was out there who wanted him. Someone who the boy had no doubt he could handle by himself.
"Dad," Hagon said.
"Yes," Hades replies.
"I still have the soul of Hercules' spawn in my amulet, I can set it free to the bad place if you want me to sir," Hagon offered. Hades pondered the suggestion for a minute before answering. In truth, he couldn't stand anyone directly related to Zeus.
"I suppose that would be productive, but after the task is complete come straight back here. You don't want another punishment!" Hades instructed.
"Of, course, not Dad, I don't fancy any more naps," Hagon replies before leaving with Cuddles.
Hagon and Cuddles head over to one of the entrances to the Bad Place where the souls Hades deems deserve eternal damnation. Sending his cousin's daughter soul to the Bad Place was an easy task no concentration needed. Once that was done Hagon sets to work, he knows he hasn't got a lot of time, Hagon quickly summons an enchanted bag, he stocked with all kinds of potion ingredients and spellbooks. He pulls out a clay doll, which he places on the floor using his magic, the clay doll grows to match the boy's size. Hagon then emotionlessly using a knife from his bag to slice his right palm and lets the blood fall onto the top of the clay doll and started to chant a small spell in a forgotten dead language. A blue light manifests from the clay doll then goes leaving behind a being identical to Hagon.
"Return to my father," Hagon told the doll and the doll does as he says. Hagon quickly puts the knife into the bag. Then puts a hand on Cuddles back and the two vanish in blue flames.
Audrey finally arrived outside her desired destination, an abandoned cottage, she carefully led her horse into the small stable. She would find food for her companion later. Audrey then enters the cottage through the front door, which was unlocked it has been for years. To Audrey's surprise she finds candles lit bringing a little light to a cottage, she thought would be covered in darkness. Concerned about an intruder she grabs a nearby fire poker from the left side of the fireplace in the living room and headed for the kitchen where she could hear a voice. She's been riding for hours to get here. There was no way she was going straight back to a palace full of scum. She opens the door that divides the living room from the kitchen and is shocked at who she finds.
"HAGON!" Audrey shouted.
"AUDREY!" Hagon gasped.
End of chapter.