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Note: I read the last chapter, and I am appalled about how poorly I spelled. Sorry!

Chapter 91: Time To Meet Death

Squall ran after Tinsir, into the portal. Quistis used her whip to trip him shortly before the opening. He looked back, and cut the whip from his ankle, and ran in. The others yelled at him to return, but he didn't. But by then she had already gone quite a bit ahead of him, to Hades' halls. Brimstone, and ashes covered the ground, and dirtied her feet. Her back striaght she walked down the halls, and opened a large wooden door. Inside was a room of darkness, and torchlight. Crimson fabric hung from fixtures, and adorned the room.

A throne stood in the center, and Hades sat in it. Tinsir gracefully walked in, and bowed elegantly, her arms gently sweeping before her torso. As she arose, the flames in her eyes sparked up, and the fight in her evident. Hades rose, and bowed as well.

They met in the middle of the room, and were only a couple inches from each others noses touching. He grabbed her waist, and kissed her, and she back. But she pushed him away, and grabbed the hilt of her sword.

"Salt For Your Wounds"

There's a tear in my heart where the blood ran out.

There's a tear in my heart where the love ran out. I thought

we worked, pushed toward the same ends,

I'll never be so quick to trust again.

Hades: You know you want me yet.

Tinsir: I have thought much upon your words. I do admit you cause a feeling in my chest.

Hades: Then why do you fight me yet? Forget the mortal, and come to me willingly. Or do you enjoy this chase? We were once the greatest of friends, and almost lovers. Return to what once was.

Disenchanted, disgusted, I regret that I trusted

I put my faith

My faith in you, you poisoned me through and through

Tinsir: I never claimed what that feeling was. It is hate, and some lust. I may have loved you at one time, but that was early in my youth, and that love is not in truth, love. It was infatuation. I still hate myself for ever trusting you. I do not enjoy this chase, and rather end it now than later. Let us begin.

Hades: When I have you in my bed you will say differently.

Tinsir: I think not.

I though we both shared the same injuries

Now I've found it's you who injures me

My heart is cracked from being left out in the cold

I know you'll pay for what you've taken - tenfold

So they drew their swords, a glint in both sets of eyes. They circled each other for a moment, and finally he attacked first. Metal clanged through the resounding halls, and they stood staring at each other for a moment.

Hades: Why not attack back? Does your blood call for me? Is it heating for my touch?

Tinsir: Only for your blood to be spilt, and your demise.

Disenchanted, disgusted, I regret that I trusted

I put my faith

My faith in them, they twisted the knife further in

(musical interlude)

Hades did not like that, and attacked again. Tinsir fought back, and they fought on. Lightning from the clash of metal lit the room, and the smell of sweat, dirt, and other nauseating smells of war, and hell rose to her nose. They fought on, and finally, both panting for breath, leaned against opposite walls. Blood gushed from wounds on thier arms, and legs. A large gash ran across Hades' chest, and one across Tinsir's wings, the red feathers standing out against the white.

Hades: Give up. Time is running out.

Tinsir: No. Let us speed this up. Magic?

Hades: *smirks* I though you'd never ask.

They showed their weapons to each other, and set them upon the ground. Tinsir started off with a banshee shriek, and he covered his ears in pain. He threw an orb of fire at her in return, but it was turned to water before it hit her. She smiled playfully, and the ground shook. Hades summoned the souls of the dead to attack, and neared her for their assault. She quickly threw a purified salt on the ground, and they misted away when they touched it.

Disenchanted, disgusted, I regret that I trusted

I put my faith

My faith in them, they twisted the knife further in

Once again, only they two occupied the room. Hades grew impatient. He called together a large dark orb of evil. It became a black hole, and started sucking Tinsir in. Her claws grew from her toes, and dug into the ground to no avail, leaving deep crevices in the ground. She said a simple chant, and it turned it into white light. Fire in her left hand, and water in her right, she clashed the two together to create pure light. It consumed the room, and harmed Hades greatly.

"A Single Second"

Oh my God! My God this can't be happening!

God tell me, tell me this isn't real!

I can't believe all that I have

foreseen is finally happening.

I cannot for a single second stand the way I feel.

Squall saw the light from the halls, and ran to it. He entered the room, and saw Tinsir handing a blade to her adverary. Hades was bleeding from everywhere, and laying on the ground. Tinsir told him that he knew what to do, and he rose to his feet, barely. She stood as well, and with his last ounce of strength, stabbed her in the diaphragm. He fell, and died, as she fell to the ground herself.

I always knew. I always saw it coming.

Enveloped now, encased by my worst fear.

I've never felt the nausea of longing to feel nothing,

I never wanted to cease to

exist, just disappear.

Squall ran to her side, and carried her out of there, red blood against white garments, and black leather. Hell started to fall apart like the castle did, but lava, and fire spurted from everywhere. Squall burned his arm as he ran past a doorway. As he ran, her dying body started to slip from him, and he would have to pause to regain his grip, using his knees as a prop.

Fear memories are all that lie ahead.

Never have I felt so lost. Memories dull my senses.

Fear tragedy is all that lies ahead.

Never have I felt so dead.

Demons, few compared by what once was, flooded the halls, and ran towards the portals. Some opened thier own, only to find themselves bacl where they started from. Squall began to worry, what if thier portal did the same thing, and they were stuck there?

Once felt so warm, no I'm fucking freezing.

I am the once embraced abandoned one.

I raised my eyes up to the light in hopes of finding healing;

no relief was mine, I was burnt, by the sun.

Tinsir's hazing eyes looked up at him, and shed a tear. He wasn't supposed to come. He would glancce down occasionally, tears of fear welling up in his stormy eyes.

I feel so I feel so loooooost I feel so Looooost I feel so lost

They fell out of the portal, and Odin closed it behind them, the last few surving demons being left behind in hell to die. Theoler rushed to his friend's side, and returned her necklace to her throat. Her wounds started to heal, and she regained consciousness. Squall still held tightly onto her as Odin opened a portal to the mortal realm. She had a promise yet to keep. Rinoa would live again.

Fear memories are all that lie ahead.

Never have I felt so lost. Memories dull my senses.

Fear tragedy is all that lies ahead.

Never have I felt so dead.

Fear memories are all that lie ahead.

Never have I felt so lost. Memories dull my senses.

Fear tragedy is all that lies ahead.

Never have I felt sooo