A/N: This chapter is especially for Arachne (I know the story's dedicated to her, shut up) I hope you feel better! I'm leaving you with an update in hopes it might help. Somehow.

This is strange, writing two stories at once, for those reading my other current story, "Even the Light can Die out". Which, I should mention now, for all you Hades fans out there, that Hades is one of the main characters in that one. Except in "Even the Light can Die out" Harry and Draco are his slaves, and they really don't like him, and I suppose you shouldn't blame them for what he does to them. It's pretty damn dark, as a warning, and there is rape, slash, torture, sadistic stuff, but it does have a plot, it really does. If you like this story, you'll almost certainly like the one I just mentioned. And I'd be really happy if you read it and reviewed. Also, THANK YOU! To all of you! I came back from the best Halloween party ever, then school, then sleep (it was a two day party with basically no sleep) and it was like, holy shit! I have reviews! Not that I didn't before, but it was nice to find them there, if you understand what I'm saying, and I really, really appreciate it, and I love all of you! Thank you so much!

She Pukes Glitter: Hurray for people who think like sadists! Well hell, we are sadists, but you know what I mean. You would be proud, I told people, "Happy Samhain!" (AND pronounced it right!) and the ones who knew what I was saying were like, "oh, you know about it? You get extra candy." Really, they actually were, it rocked. Anyway, thanks!

myniepheonix: Ooo now I have to wonder, how so? (a reply would be greatly appreciated) Thanks!

killsims: Hehe, thanks. And thank you so much for reviewing my other two stories! People rarely do that. So do you! I don't often meet people with MPD, though of course, that isn't all that makes you interesting (in a good way hehe). Back when they were diagnosing me, I was doing a lot of reading up on different disorders, though even before that, I've always been interested in psychology, I still am. And they said that about ten years ago, they would have diagnosed me with it, now it's just a brief thought that I have a very mild form of it. Or something. I'm glad I got the symptoms down though! You have to tell me if I am writing a personality or some such thing and that's not how it would be (though technically that story is finished, I'm thinking of editing it/rewriting it a bit). Ignore this question if I'm being incredibly nosy (I always am) but what are your personalities like? Or what is it like having MPD? Sorry, blame it on being very sleep deprived, but I missed the part about bisexuality and your sister and deals. Explanation please? Oooo I got high scores! Yay! OMFG I know! Bad grammar/spelling is definitely a pet peeve of mine as well, as is reading stories with "craptacular" grammar. Lol, I love that word! Pleasantly graphic? Thank you. Another annoying question, but could you elaborate on that? (obviously a reply to all this would be highly appreciated)

death by storm! I know, it's so rare to find sadistic fics, especially good ones. Tell me if you know of any, please! Of course I will write more…more fics, almost for certain, more on this story, definitely. Thanks!

Anishu: Wondering what your name means…but yes, I'm glad you liked the dialogue, I put a lot in to make up for lack of it previously. It IS true, isn't it? Well, a bit of it, I never killed Voldemort, and none of my friends are dead hehe. I'm glad you thought so, though! Oh, okay, let me explain that: It's like, Harry is really, really hating himself right now, right? This, this torture, is making it worse, because he was kind of like, you don't pretend, you embraced your darkness, I wanna do that, damnit! And he isn't a full fledged masochist, so he isn't into being tortured, not really, as you can read, and he knows what's going to happen to him at this point, right? He's going to be brutally raped by Hades, and tortured for just about forever, and who knows what else. Plus he's got some feelings for Draco, even though he knows he wants to, and knows he should, hate him. All in all, he's confused as hell and miserable and suicide is so much simpler, so much easier just to end it all. So he doesn't want to live like it is now. You're reading my other story? That's wonderful, but could you please review? I need advice and feedback on that story, and I would really like your opinion on it. Alright, I'll be quiet, thanks so much!

akuma-river: Exactly. Harry is very much so on the edge of sanity, caught between being the good person everyone wants him to be, and thinks he is, being "normal", and then embracing this other side that's sucking him in. Halloween rocks, it was so fun this year. I'll keep that in mind, if I ever want a good horror flick. Lol, Freddy vs. Jason…I love that movie! It made me laugh, sadistic little me, and I was voting Jason all the way, over the "good' guys. Though I loved Freddy, too, Jason was just awesome cuz he had a machete and I love machetes. So yeah, not scary, but I still loved it. Anyhow, glad you liked it, and thanks!

KuramaIsFine: (okay first, wtf? Your name has been showing up weird on my computer, unless you changed it, so sorry if I've been writing it wrong) ! That's like an idea a friend and I came up with (she reviews this story, too) we were like, when we get out of here, we're totally going to buy a huge house and just have only sadists live in it. ARGH I want to do your idea, too. Hehe, yeah, kidnap Draco, have fun with him til he gives us money, and we'll be all set. If only. I'm still pissed you aren't my next door neighbor. That would be so perfect, you in one house, and my other sadist buddy moved into the other house next to mine. I'll shut up. Thanks for the awesome review!

James Skye: Yes, more games, and in this chapter…yet more games! Hehe. Eh, Harry was about to kill himself, he didn't have time for a good rant. That's my excuse for not writing a better one, hehe. What city? Hmmmmm. I actually need where this is to not be an actual city, strange as that probably sounds. Suffice to say this: It's your basic huge, people cluttered, billions of tall buildings, dirty sidewalks, crime, etc, etc infested city, but it's not a city that exists in this world. And Harry, Draco, and Hades are in a sound-proof basement of an abandoned factory that they spiffed up into a dungeon. No one goes there, and they would never be able to find there way down there. By sound- proof I mean a small bomb could go off in the basement, and the world outside would hear nothing. Thanks.

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"For killing yourself, because we love you that much," Hades said sweetly. "And we'd be so sad to see you leave when we aren't anywhere near done with you yet."

Harry fell to his knees, and the only sign that this hurt was that he twitched involuntarily, and a hand went to his side. Otherwise it went ignored, even that less important than whatever stream of thoughts was running through his head.

"You bastards," he whispered.

Our grins only widened.

"If I die I'm 'responsible' for what happens next," he said, repeating what we'd said in different and less words.

"Exactly," I said, and crawled over to where he knelt, staring blankly at the Wall. "And now we can finish what we started."

He turned his head slowly to me, and I knew he'd try and kill me if he could. The question was, could he get past whatever was holding him back and get the job done? He'd probably tell himself it was for the greater good, and he'd probably be right.

Would you like to know how many people I've sent to psych wards, mental hospitals, St. Mungos? How many more people I've driven to suicide? Insanity? How many more people we've turned demon so they can't kill themselves and are trapped in their own private Hell for the rest of eternity? No, you probably don't.

I stood up, and stalked over to the shelf, which was full of non-weapon items that could still be used in the art of torture. It was the wall next to The Wall, everything organized perfectly, and all you had to do was walk a few steps away from the shelf to The Wall if you wanted blades, whips, maces, you name it, we own it.

I studied the items before me, though I already knew what we wanted to use. I knew Hades well enough that he'd like whatever we used on Harry, but this in particular would work nicely.

I grab the bottle, and go over to Harry, uncork it, and shove it under his nose.

He reeled back, repulsed, covering his nose, then his mouth, and I know the smell has lodged itself onto his tongue. He swallowed, trying to get it off, and wound up looking quite ill, just by the smell.

"Apparently you do have some good left in you," I said, not surprised. The very fact that he was resisting whatever urges he had reeked of the light. That, and the fact that he was so obviously confused and torn. That said that he was refusing to meet his dark side. The more pure you are, the better person you are, the more innocence you have, the more horrible this substance will be to you.

"What's that!" he asks, voice muffled from his fingers, straining to put distance between him and the bottle.

Of course, if he was as good a person as everyone thought he was, he would be on the floor, screaming and throwing up everything he ever ate.

"Demon blood," I said, smiling. "Pure, undiluted demon blood, straight from the source."

"Me," Hades clarified, coming up behind me and snaking a naked arm around my bare waist. An advantage to wearing low riding pants. "Wanna know how we get it?" He smirked suggestively. I put a hand on his chest, leaning closer, a casual gesture that made Harry's jaw clench.

Yes, we were putting on a show, and some of it was for Harry's benefit, to see those bright eyes shine with anger and something close to possessiveness, to watch his hands ball into fist involuntarily. But it wasn't a lie. Hades and I had been partners in this "business", having so much in common it could be scary at times, best friends, and "lovers" for a long time now. Though "lovers" is such a sweet word, and what we do isn't gentle, and it certainly has nothing to do with the mushy love people might think of. Often, oh wait, always, blood is spilled, large amounts of pain is had, and fucking (sex is too mild, too nice a term for what we do) … well, you can guess just how often that happens.

I raised the forgotten bottle of demon blood. It was black, and by black, I mean the color of a deep, pure, evil, the kind of black so complete that no light could ever hope to shine through it.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked, with the look of someone speaking to chase out other thoughts. Thoughts of jealousy, to name one, I was betting. He also has that kind of heroic look he gets that says he's taking the bullet for someone.

I unscrewed the cap and breathed it in. It had to be one of my favorite smells, of which there are many. The smell of darkness itself, things that had everything to do with rape, murder, torture, misery, (you know the rest) and nothing to do with anything that ever touched the light.

I glanced at Hades' face, his ever present grin speaking what I wanted to hear, and you could see he understood what I wanted, because it was what he wanted, too.

He grabbed Harry, and shoved him against the wall, slamming him into the hard stone. Harry's eyelashes fluttered, and Hades leaned in to whisper something in his ear that made them fly open, and he gave a small but sharp intake of breath. A new reason to stay conscious, I was guessing, or maybe just fear.

Hades pulled away from his face so that I could get close to him, but continued to hold his body still enough so that he couldn't even move. No matter how strong the human, in a strength match between a demon, even a weak one, and a person, the demon will always win.

"Say 'aaa'." I brought the bottle closer to his mouth, and waited patiently for him to open it.

Harry clamped his mouth shut, and turned away from the bottle, the smell, and me, towards Hades.

"I think Harry wants a kiss, Hades."

Harry shook his head furiously, and it was clear he wouldn't open his mouth for anything.

"Wait Draco, there's a better position for this." I stepped back so that Hades could show me.

Hades, still holding his arms, slammed him onto the floor, where he lay still, mouth open slightly from the impact, dazed.

"Wider, Harry," I instruct. "The bottle's opening won't fit in that small a space."

Harry realized what we were saying and once again shut his mouth firmly.

"Hades."

"With pleasure." Hades, who had already been about to do this, crouched down, lowering his mouth to Harry's. I lay on my side, propping my head up with one hand, settling back to watch. If I had kept standing, I wouldn't have been able to see properly. This way I saw perfectly.

Hades' long, slender tongue caressed the younger man's lips, and Harry relaxed in spite of himself, and those red lips parted. I always loved watching Hades, and watching him kiss Harry, turn that strong boy into a moaning puddle of lust, was wonderful. Did I mention Hades is part incubus? and that he's a sex god? Really, he is, there is no person, no vampire, no werewolf, no being alive that Hades can't seduce, no matter what the circumstance, no matter what the sexual preference may be.

Then I had a nasty, hindering thought, just as Hades had moved on to his neck, which must have been sensitive, because Harry was making the most intriguing noises. "Hades?"

Hades raised his head slightly, though Harry protested this loudly. "Hmm?"

"You know what I'm going to say."

Hades sighed. "Yeah, I do.

You can't rape the willing, you literally can't. Unless there is a good reason to do so (and that excludes doing it because you want to) you may not fuck a willing victim. This is the kind of thing that will take away from the terror. He'll be incredibly horny, dazed, but not at all scared.

Those were the unwritten, rarely spoken of, very occasionally changed or made exceptions for, but more or less, rules. Though I hate to call them that. Torture isn't fun with rules, so don't think of them as such, think of it as practicality. That's a much more accurate description.

I stared helplessly at them. "I hate to interrupt this, I really do, I mean fuck...I've never seen him like this, he's even more gorgeous. And paired with you..."

Hades shook his head, both of us straining to ignore Harry. He even used his head and bit Hades' arm savagely, and Hades, ever the masochist, closed his eyes. "Get the goddamn potion, Draco, before I fuck him senseless."

We'd had this problem before, obviously. Everyone would love to be "raped" by Hades. I mean, come on, the guy's gorgeous and a master at seduction. Personally, I don't blame them. It's not like I ever complain.

Oh, and it does have a purpose, though it's a bit complicated. Since our victims are always lovely to look at, it's nice to, just for a moment, have them see what could have happened. Have them moan (or scream, depending on how far we let it go on) his name, and then see his other side, the side that basks in your pain, the side that licks the blood from open wounds while you scream; the side that has nothing to do with seduction, and everything to do with fear, agony, and blood. And several other choice things of course. And then to see them find that other side, when just a moment ago they were so willing, and to watch as their faces fill with terror as they do anything to get away from him. Because they see past all that beauty (though beauty is truly such an understatement) and see the monster, the insanity, the endless blood lust beneath.

And so, we had to develop a special potion that allows them to still see Hades for the beauty he is, but the person in question will do anything to not be touched by him, as I mentioned before. They'll just be seeing the demon side of him, for one, and ignoring the beauty, and getting on with just being terrified and unwilling. It works incredibly well, and it was fun developing it.

I nodded, and ran for the potion.

Hades, being Hades, went back to what he was doing.

It was incredibly distracting trying to get the damn potion to Harry begging Hades to fuck him. I really just wanted to sit down and see what came next. But for this would put Harry at ease, and we couldn't have that.

I grabbed the potion reluctantly, mentally trying to block out the noises coming from the two of them.

I tapped the side of the demon's head with the bottle none too gently. "Now, Hades, or I'll save the plans for later and join you."

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A/M: Okay, as to my answers to the reviews I get, those are really not rhetorical questions I give, for one, and the statements, whatever I say, I really would be happy if they are answered. I mean, I'm answering your reviews, it's frustrating when sometimes people (especially this) ignore my questions. So please, people, answer me, in your reviews, in an email, whatever. If somehow you can't get my email it is: continue to review! And TELL me if you have a problem with something, if I need more of something, if there's too much of something, and so on. And thank you!