A/N: I really struggled with this chapter. We all want Apollo to pay for what he did but how far is too far? These are wrathful Gods we are talking about. As much as we want them all to be lovely soft boys, they aren't. So please keep that in mind as you read, and of course:

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter deals with Apollos' crime and his punishment. There will be a note at the end if you care to skip this chapter.

"Somehow I knew I'd find you here, Persie." Apollo looked as if he had not expected Persephone to answer the door. He took a moment, slammed the door open despite the Goddess's attempts to shut him out, and sauntered into the entryway smoothly.

Persephone stumbled back and called for the largest of the dogs. "Cerberus, take the boys outside!" Persephone pointed at the back door, and without hesitation the leader started the task of herding the rest of the pack into the back yard. Pomelia was already safe in the garden.

"What do you want, Apollo?" Persephone spat, stepping further into the house as Apollo stalked towards her.

"This is so much worse than I imagined…" He looked around, taking in her attire and the decorated table. "When I realized Hades had kidnapped you I thought I would find you in a cage somewhere." Apollo picked up one of the glass vases overflowing with flowers and tossed it carelessly to the side. Persephone whimpered as glass shattered and spilled out all over the freshly cleaned floor.

"I didn't think he would be forcing you to play house."

"He's not! He isn't!" Persephone called from the otherside of the dining room table. She felt her heart hammering painfully against her sternum. She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for the Queen but all she felt was an empty space where that rage usually bubbled.

"No? Look what he's got you wearing… If your mother knew you were The Unseen ones little live in whore… what would she say?"

"You didn't…" Persephone glanced at the front door as if expecting Demeter to burst right then.

"Not yet. Lucky for you, Demeter is not a problem anyone wants to deal with." Apollo said casually, knocking a second vase to the floor and reveling in the splintered sound.

'Where are you?' She searched frantically for any sign of the Queen, or any help. Nobody answered her call.

"So… you're here to… Take me home?" She had to think fast, just long enough to stall until Hades arrived.

"I don't blame you for lying to my sister. I would be ashamed too." He pushed the heavy table into the wall and cornered her around the other side. "Who would possibly want you after you've been tainted by the King of the Underworld?" He reached out and cupped her chin in his large hand, pulling her head up to face him.

"Luckily, this is something I am willing to overlook if you come back with me." He took another step, her back now flush with the wall. She eyed the table, wondering if she could climb over it and get away fast enough.

"Hades will be here any minute!" She straightened her back and shot him a pointed glare.

"Will he? Are you sure?" Apollo teased, fingering the front of her dress before ripping it open.

"Hades, I need you to sign these before you go!" Ptelea fanned a stack of papers in front of him as he attempted to pass by.

"How important are they?" He squinted suspiciously.

"Hecate told me not to let you leave until you got through these. So… Pretty important." The nymph smiled apologetically.

"You're right." He sighed, setting his belongings on the floor carefully and retrieving the forms from her.

"Oh gods... There has to be at least 50 here. Any chance I can take them with me?"

"Afraid not, Hecate needed them three days ago." Hades grumbled on about Hecate ruining his life, and something about being the King of this bleeding place, while he scratched his signature a few times on each form.

-RING-

"What now…" Hades muttered as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

'Eros? What could you need?' He set his phone down and continued on with the papers. "You made sure to set up Eros salary for Persephone's lessons, yes?" He glanced up at the nymph who was shuffling through her paperwork. "Yes! It was submitted yesterday, and it will go through on Friday with the rest of payroll."

"Thank you. Would you mind texting that to Eros while I finish this?"

"Uh… Sir." Ptelea held up his phone, showing an incoming call from Ares.

"Ares? Let it go to voicemail. I'll call him back on my way home. This is probably about his warrior shade campaign that I refuse to sign off on."

His phone continued to buzz as his assistant held it awkwardly, waiting for instruction. The phone at her desk gave a shrill ring and Ptelea had no choice but to set down his phone and answer hers with a springy, "Hello! You've reached the office of Kin- Uh huh. I'm sorry, he is unable to take any calls right now. Care to leave a-"

"Sir, Eros insists you take this."

Hades tore through the parking garage towards his car, his phone smashed against his ear as he begged the infrastructure to not let him lose reception.

"Eros, slow down. What's going on with Apollo?"

"Persephone has been telling Artemis that she was staying with me, and I guess Apollo came looking for her here and my DAD told him that she hasn't been around at all so I think he's going to go to your house to find her. She isn't answering the phone and I dropped her off there a few hours ago."

"SHIT" Hades reached his car and saw that three of the four tires had been slashed. He felt a ball of lead drop into his stomach.

"Sorry. Someone fucked up my car. I'll have to fly. What did Apollo do? I get the guys a dick but if he is just getting her on behalf of Artem-"

"I am sworn to secrecy BUT I think she will forgive me. Apollo hurt her, bad. She showed me. Hera felt it, and Ares heard it. He heard her call to war against Apollo, Hades."

He felt himself flash back through a series of situations where Apollo was around or mentioned. Then he was reminded of their consent conversation, and the fear in her words. The lead ball in his gut melted and erupted like a volcano. He wouldn't be surprised if the rage was on it's way to burn through his core.

"I was hoping it wasn't that. She wasn't ready to tell me."

"As far as I know…" Eros whispered mournfully, "Until I told Ares, and he confirmed it with Hera. I was the only one who knew. I'm sorry."

"I'm about there now. Are you coming?" Hades saw his house rapidly approaching.

He touched down to the ground just on the inside of the gated walk up. He needed to quell his ire. Maiming Apollo wouldn't be without consequence. He needed to think. He searched through his pockets as he walked for a cigarette. Once he found one he clumsily lit it and sucked in a heavy breath.

"We are waiting for Hera now. We need her on our side before this gets to Zeus. Then Dad and I will be on our way."

"Good call. I'm here." Hades hung up the phone and slipped it silently into his pocket. He was approaching the main drive and the first thing he saw was Apollo's golden Chariot™ luxury car.

"Wow. He even parks like a dick."

Hades summoned a diamond in through his palm and smashed it into the three windows he passed on his way up to his front porch. The beautiful interior was now coated in a sheet of jagged glass.

As he approached noiselessly he saw the front door was open. Right outside the entryway, he heard voices. He stopped to listen, taking another deep drag.

"Why do you always dismiss what we had? Gods and Mortals everywhere would be honored to be with me. You should feel lucky that I would lower my standards enough to even consider you, a minor goddess, especially now that you reek of death. But only an Olympian like myself can help you rid yourself of the stink of the underworld." Apollo's voice was higher than usual, lilted with a manic, desperate energy.

Hades rolled his eyes. Somehow Apollo had a bigger ego than Zeus, But unlike the sun god, his brother was laboring under these incredible delusions.

"We did not have anything, Apollo. You are a rapist." Hades flinched at the word. His heart ached with each strained note in her voice.

"Yea. And who is going to believe a little slut like you over me?" Apollo sneared, his grip tight around Persephone's jaw.

Hades rounded into the doorway seamlessly, "Me. Ares, Eros and Hera." He retorted cooly. He took another long drag and flicked the cigarette in the direction of Apollo's car.

The sight before him looked like it was suspended in time. Golden and Cerise eyes were on him. Persephone cowered on the couch, her face gripped in Apollos large hands. She was nearly nude, the dress she had been wearing lay in ruins on the floor.

Hades bit back his rage as he took in Apollo. He was wearing his trademark smug smile. He was still dressed but Hades noticed his belt hung unclasped around his hips. Hades took a deep breath to sooth the riot boiling in his gut.

He stepped in fully and shut the front door behind him. "If you're going to enter my home, I suggest you learn how to close the fucking door." His voice was measured and calculated. He searched for the dogs but saw the glass door to the backyard was open.

Persephone could feel the fury he exuded across the room. She felt a flicker of that war in her chest but her power was depleted

Apollo took a step back and Persephone scrambled over the back of the couch. Hades stripped off his jacket and passed it to the exposed Goddess.

"So, Apollo… Want to tell me why you are in my home? And why is my Queen crying?" Without saying it he eyed the ripped dress and gave Apollo a pointed look.

"Everyone knows you kidnapped her and are keeping her as some sort of pleasure slave."

Hades was nonplussed. He couldn't suppress his chuckle this time. "So you've come to fight and take her home?"

Apollo puffed out his chest and straightened to his full height. Hades looked unphased. "I can guarantee you are the only one deluded enough to believe that you'll win."

"Big talk for an old man." Apollo snarked confidently.

"Now now, Apollo. You have until Ares gets here to uh, ... not die. Good luck." His crown circled his hair neatly, his two pronged scepter materializing in his grasp.

Apollo pulled a bow out from behind his back and nocked the first arrow.

"How does it feel, Hades?" Apollo took a shot. Hades stepped to the side, feeling the pressure skate his neck at the arrow passed.

"Hm?" Hades took a swing, only to catch and tear the back of the sun god's crisp white shirt. Hades smirked at the stain of ichor.

"Knowing I fucked her first." Apollo shot another arrow that narrowly missed Hades shoulder. The God of the Underworld let his skin phase darker with each step he took towards the Sun God.

"Does it count if you had to steal it? What you took from her and what she gave to me are very -very- different things." He stalked towards the violet god until his back was flush against the same wall he had cornered Persephone at.

"You can't do anything. If you even try, Zeus will-" Apollo's golden eyes widened in panic.

"YOU THINK I'M AFRAID OF ZEUS?" Hades barked out a harsh laugh, and extended his arm to procure a diamond stalactite. Apollo motioned towards his quiver but Hades beat him to it with a firm grip around his throat. Even Apollo knew that Hades' strength was only matched by Zeus and Poseidon. The Reluctant King lifted the other God off the ground so that their eyes were level, and he was unblinking as his diamond spike impaled Apollo's shoulder.

It only took a moment before he saw the pain flash across molten eyes as he sunk another spike into the man's opposing shoulder.

"You think you can heal yourself fast enough?"

He looked down, a mess of Ichor spilled across the tops of his oxfords.

"Wow. Rude. You trespass into my home and then you bleed everywhere. You don't have manners, you don't respect 're basically an animal."

Hades stepped back, considering Apollo for a second. The god was hissing with each breath, his arms curling up- as if he was trying to summon something.

"What are you calling for Smintheus? You can't bring the sun down here, even you know that."

W-what are you going to do?" Apollo asked with a wince.

"I don't know Apollo, what -should- I do?" Hades was level with the Sun god. "I can't kill you. You're too important to completely dismember, though I know a few parts you can do without." Both men glanced down between them. Apollo kicked off with a struggle.

Lazily Hades procured another spike, this one made of raw, uncut ruby. He pressed his weight into Apollo's legs and impaled him through the tops of the thighs, narrowly missing anything important.

He chuckled as Apollo let out an anguished scream.

"Are you having fun yet?" He hissed against the violet shell of his ear as he procured his scepter again and held the points to either side of Apollo's groin.

"Just let me go, I won't bother her again." Apollo begged with an immobile thrash.

"You mean like how you weren't bothering her tonight?"

Apollo seemed to be racking his brain for any sort of bargaining chip he had. His eyes widened and he smirked through a grimace.

"I know how she got her name… Bringer of Death." Hades scoffed with a roll of his eyes. He placed more pressure with his spear.

"Why do people keep breaking into my house assuming I care about this bullshit?"

"Aren't you even just a little curious? Ask Helios yourself!"

"Fine. I'll ask him. What use are you?"

"He won't talk to you without me." Apollo spit, trying to win favor.

Hades' head gave a violent throb. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling the pain increase with every word that slithered out of Apollo's venomous lips.

"Apollo, if you don't stop talking-"

He closed his eyes as Apollo interrupted him with another shit monologue. He felt his collected demeanor falter as he reached out and dislocated Apollo's jaw with a weak pull. He pulled out the offending tongue, holding it firmly between two indigo fingers.

"No no, don't do that!" Shouted Eros as him and Ares burst through the front door. Eros rushed into the make sure Persephone was okay. Ares made a b-line straight for Hades, surveying the damage.

"We need to go, Hades." It was obvious Ares was fighting against everything his instinct was pulling him too. He reveled in the hatred pouring off the King.

Hades let go of Apollo's tongue and raked in a harsh breath. He gave the God of War a mournful nod and turned towards Persephone and Eros.

"Kore, is there anything you would like to say? Or do?" He twisted one of the spikes casually, smirking awhile Apollo raged.

"ναι αγάπη μου" (Yes, my love.)

She let the coat fall from her shoulders as she stalked towards the restrained god. Her hair was long and alive- the flowers blooming at her crown wilted and fell at an exceptional rate. Her eyes gleamed scarlet, a beautiful contrast to the black opal crown that shimmered in the evening light.

"Ένα δώρο για αργότερα." (A gift for later)

She cupped her hand over his clothed member and a light radiated from her palm. Apollo hollered, tearing against his piercing restraints.

"Now, you'll take him to Hera?" Hades pulled Persephone into a protective embrace.

"Yes, she is already waiting."

"And Zeus?"

"I will go before Zeus. Persephone allowed me to tap in and I saw what he did. It's irrefutable." Eros piped up.

"Don't let what he tried to do tonight go unmentioned. Will you need us?"

"Not tonight but be ready."

"Oh. With Zeus, Always."

Notes: Basically Apollo is punished by Hades and Persephone. Ares and Eros show up to help, and take Apollo before Hera. Chapter ends before they leave Hades house.