Chapter 2

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Most of the league sputtered in indignation at the comment before they looked down to examine themselves. Diana almost gave a laugh, her brother had always known how to diffuse tense situations. Mostly in ways that would amuse her as a young girl.

The Batman remained unfazed, he instead narrowed his eyes and stared at the newly liberated man.

"So you plan to help us save Themyscira?" Asked Batman.

"No, I am here to save the world. If my father's armies are released they will bring about untold doom to the world and I will not allow that. After this is finished I will allow myself to enjoy the sport of smashing as many Amazonian statues as possible before we restore them." Diana leveled a glare at her older sibling, but it went unnoticed by the man as the lands of the greek country came into view. With the plane's great speed the journey from Mt Etna to Themyscira would take them no more than ten minutes.

Superman was the first to attempt some kind of courtesy to her brother. Holding out his hand he offered him a warm hello.

Diana's brother seemed surprised and suspicious at the friendly gesture, but nonetheless took the man of steel's hand and shook it in greeting. A small smile graced his hard features and secretly Diana jumped for joy. She had not seen that smile for years and seeing it now warmed her heart and brought back wonderful memories to combat the dire feelings of panic at the thought of what was happening to her sisters.

There was a rather tense silence that lasted for the remainder of the ride, thankfully with the great speeds the jet traveled at the journey laster no more than ten minutes. As the great island paradise of Themyscira appeared in front of them, though with its toppled houses and amazonian statues resting everywhere it did not convey its normal feeling of tranquility.

"We have arrived at our destination, we will disembark shortly."

"Wait." Said Batman. "Before we leave, we need to know how you got him out of the prison." The rest of the league also turned to them both, awaiting an explanation.

"Well you see." Diana started.

Flashback Begins

Diana could hear the peaceful and beautiful humming flowing through the halls as she walked and as she got farther and farther from her brother's prison she could feel her heart tearing apart. Finally she couldn't take it anymore and rushed back into his room. Diana burst through the door, rushed over to her brother and latched her arms around his neck, letting out a seemingly endless flow of tears into his shoulder. She pleaded through her sobs for forgiveness as he held her and comforted her. Even half mad and trapped in a prison it seemed his still held true to his memories and gingerly held the crying woman to his chest, offering her some comfort.

Diana finally separated herself from his shoulder, wiping her eyes to clear the last of her tears. She stood up, followed momentarily by her brother and walked over the end of the room opposite to the doors. She rested her hands silently against the wall and pushed, slowly but surely adding more and more of her impressive strength. Her pushing soon caused a section to fall out nearly noiselessly, easily big enough for him to climb out into the day.

Her brother stared at the daylight flowing through the hole in the wall with wonder. He stretched his hand out and let it pass through the light as if it might hurt him. A grin broke out on his face and he began to laugh. Not the sick, twisted laugh Diana had heard before but the loud, full happy laugh that she had loved as a child and still enjoyed hearing as a full-grown woman.

"Please listen brother, climb out and head towards the front of the prison, climb into my plane. The big black monster with large wings, and store yourself in the storage compartment at the back. Do not make a noise until I open the compartment." He nodded vigorously; happy just to be free of the prison he had been confined to for the last fifteen years.

Diana, having completed her impromptu mission then left the cell, humming her brother's tune, and led the league back into her jet.

Flashback Ends

Diana ended her story, leaving out some of the less relevant and more personal details. Batman looked slightly skeptical but nonetheless accepting of the story when he saw that The prince was nodding along. His teammate had no reason to lie to him, so despite a small feeling in his gut he got every time he looked at Diana's brother he allowed the two to move towards the exit of the craft.

Batman, placed his hands in front of the other League members.

"Keep a careful watch on them."

"On Diana? What are you talking about? She's our friend." Superman crossed his arms over his chest.

"She's too emotionally involved."

"This is her home batman. I think it's ok for her to be concerned." Flash piped in, nodding his head slightly as he thought about it.

"She letting him manipulate her. I don't trust him."

Hawkgirl rolled her eyes.

"None of us trust him, he's here because he hates his daddy more than his mommy. It's 'the enemy of my enemy'. As soon as this is over I bet you he tries to run."

The group nodded to each other, with the exception of Superman and Flash who seemed torn over the idea of betraying someone helping them, even if their were just doing it out of hate.

The ramp lowered and the entire Justice League and Diana's brother in a hooded cloak walked out into the destroyed landscape of the Amazonian city. Faust was sitting on a marble statue with Queen Hippolyta's statue sitting next to him, sword drawn and poised to strike at the man.

"Ah." He said, satisfaction evident on his face. "You have brought me what I asked for?"

Diana brought out the artefacts, joined together to form the key. Faust was about to reach and take them when something odd struck him.

"How did you know how to put the pieces together?" He asked, suddenly weary and glancing around.

"That does not matter, do as you promised, release the amazons." Diana demanded.

"But of course." Faust raised the amulet and spoke in the language of magic. The stone statue gained color before it transformed into the living queen of the Amazons. She ran forward, carrying through with her attack and swiped at empty air. Seeing her mother in front of her, Diana flew forward and dropped the key, which floated to Faust's hands at the bidding of his magic.

"Diana?" asked Hippolyta looking at her daughter.

"Rest mother, everything will be alright." She whispered.

"No you do not understand, the artefacts you have been retrieving are-"

"I know mother." She said.

"So you did figure it out." Said Faust, breaking the mother-daughter moment as Diana helped her mother to her feet.

"Yes I did, and you will not succeed." Faust cackled at her words.

"Oh won't I? Who is going to stop me… when all of you are turned to stone?" He raised the amulet and began to chant the incantation.

Only for the amulet to disappear in a red flash as the Flash appeared on the far side of the clearing.

"Looking for this?" He asked jovially.

Faust roared in anger as he summoned his magic to attack the scarlet speedster. Flash dodged quickly and runs away, handing the amulet secretly to Diana's brother who hid it in his robes.

Meanwhile the Justice League had begun to fight the giant plant monster that Faust had summoned up to combat them. They were winning bit by bit as the evil wizard was pushed farther and farther from the gates of Tartarus' hiding place. Yelling once again in frustration Faust unleashed a blast that threw everyone back.

Teleporting forward he grabbed Hippolyta by the wrist and moved them both to the gates of Tartarus.

Faust neared the gates, moving closer and closer towards the key slot, all the while Hippolyta was trying to convince him to stop.

"Please, you have no idea what kind of terror you are about to unleash upon this world."

"I know exactly what I am doing, when I free lord Hades' armies he will reward me with ultimate knowledge."

"Whatever he has told you or promised you is a lie. He will kill you the second you are no longer useful to him."

"SILENCE!" He yelled as he chained Hippolyta to a stone column and placed the key in the slot. The gears began to turn and the gates opened, revealing raging fires on the other side. The League and Diana's brother bounded down the stairs just in time to see a figure emerge from the shadows of the chamber, walking slowly towards the wall of fire that could be seen through the opening gates.

He was tall and could be considered handsome, were it not for the evil and sadistic look on his face and the arrogant way in which he carried himself.

Hades stood in the land of the Living, awaiting the arrival of his long entombed armies and ready to rule the world with an iron fist. Faust bowed deeply to him and spoke.

"My master, your humble servant has returned."

Hades looked down impassively towards the groveling man before looking past him towards the chained up queen of the Amazons.

"What is this, my queen returns to greet her lord and master upon his day of conquest?" Hades moved in closer to Hippolyta and sealed his lip against hers, stealing a kiss.

"Hm. Just as it has always been." He purred sadistically. "Just like it was when we made our son, I wonder if you are as you were back then."

"That is disgusting father, please do not speak of that in my presence." The League tried to hide but were surprised when they found that they couldn't move a muscle. Diana looked to see black lines running across everyone on the league as her brother walked towards the death god.

"Ah my son, you have brought me a gift. You look well considering your imprisonment. How did you escape?"

"My sister of course, she was always so easy to fool, always seeing the best in people, a flaw I suffered from before my sisters showed me that all of humanity are nothing but mongrels.

The prince squatted down, now eye-to-eye with his restrained mother.

"Hello mother." He crowed in a playful voice full of malice and evil. "It has been fifteen years since you locked me away, are you happy to have your son return home."

"You are not my son and this is not your home anymore."

A clicking noise came from his mouth, as if berating a child.

"But you see mother, this is my home, This place is where you brought me into the world. This is the place I lived, the place you tortured me for no other crime than my gender, the place I was meant to rule until you cruelly took that right away from me."

"With your every breath you prove that my decision was the right one." She spat at him, flinging a glob of spit when struck his cheek. Smiling slightly he wiped it off, looking down on his mother as one might look at a disobedient pet.

"Brother!" Diana's voice echoed through the cave.

"Yes, dear sister."

"Why? Why would you do this, I helped you, I set you free, and you repay me by joining the lord of the dead?"

Faust had finally gathered his courage and decided to speak.

"My lord. Not to interrupt but, my payment is due."

The lord of the dead looked at the sorcerer and thought for a moment.

"Ah yes, ultimate knowledge." He stretched his hand forward. "Ultimately, the only knowledge you mortals will know is… death." Faust screamed in agony as his body was consumed in flames.

Hades let out a satisfied sigh.

"Now that he is out of the way I can get started on conquering this world-Ugh." Hades flew away from the site. Diana had her hand out. She had managed to overcome the binding her brother had placed on her. Turning to her brother she struck him in the jaw sending him flying across the cavern and smashing into the far wall. The Justice League rushed forward to engage the two villains as whatever magic that bound them dissipated.

Batman and Hawkgirl tried to take down Diana's brother while the others attacked Hades. The man had managed to pull himself out of the wall he had been sent into only to dodge a batarang form Batman and a mace strike from Hawkgirl. He intercepted another strike from the winged woman, catching the mace with his bare hands.

"Something you may not know about me." He said with twisted glee in his voice as he threw Hawkgirl by her mace, smashing her into Batman and sending them both towards Hades as he turned his attention to Diana and Hippolyta.

"I am every bit as strong as my sister."

The man picked up a sword that was on the ground, dropped by some fallen amazon eons ago, and strode towards his mother and sister.

Diana stepped in the way of her brother, trying to protect her mother from his wrath.

"Stand down brother, if you surrender now, I will be lenient." She said. Her brother's eyes widened before he let out a raging laugh.

"Why should I stand down little sister? You've never beaten me once in all of our practices together."

Diana cursed in her mind. It was true. She had been trained her entire life to fight by her sisters, but as she had learned in her time in the world of man, no amount of training could prepare you for a real fight. Punches weren't pulled when a real fight broke out. Death was always a possibility and that was something that she still did not have much experience with. Her brother on the other hand had lived his entire life in the shadow of the valley of death, a sword of Damocles over his head from birth. For him there was never any training, just live or die. He never had to let go of any inhibitions or restraint because he had never had or needed any before this.

In fact the young prince's efficient brutality in tournaments and fights in general was quite well known on Themyscira, but now Diana knew it was brutal fighting and lack of mercy and restraint had been the only thing keeping her brother alive up till this point.

Those facts on their own made him a dangerous opponent and even after all of his time locked away in his prison, Diana still did not know if she could defeat her sibling.

He rushed forward, crossing swords with his sister as she tried to defend both her and her mother. Unfortunately it was not long before she realised that she was loosing ground quickly, glancing blows and minor wounds were her victories while large cuts and painful strikes showed just how much he had held back whenever the two had fought as children.

Her sword flew from her hand as her brother disarmed her, pointing his sword at her throat. He raised his arm… and was met with the ringing noise of steel meeting steel as the blow was intercepted by their mother.

Hippolyta held the sword firmly and with lifetimes of experience against her oldest child.

"Oh, what a model mother, jumping at the chance to protect her little girl. I wonder, did you ever think to protect me like that, or did you hate me from the moment I was born." Hippolyta flinched slightly and her son used that single instant of weakness to launch his attack.

The two-swapped sword strikes dozens of times, both of them evenly matched against each other as they fought.

All the while, the fallen prince's smile grew, turning into an insane grin as her clashed once again with the woman who had raised him.

"Yes, yes, this is what I have wanted for so long: the chance to fight you, to defeat you, to kill you. Fight me, fight me… FIGHT ME!" His sword moved in a blur slashing and stabbing and cutting away at the Amazonian queen.

"When I tried to open the gates. You didn't even have the stomach to challenge me did you? You didn't have the heart to look your son, your blood in the eye as you drove your sword through me. Instead you were a coward, you stabbed me through the back and threw me into that prison. You couldn't stand to see the child you failed every day. You wouldn't have been able to look in the mirror." He said, each word cutting into his mother sharper than the actual sword strikes.

"I tried so hard." He continued. "I tried so hard to please you, to be the best amazon there ever was. And every time you would turn me away, scold me, strike me, just because I was a reminder of him." Again his sword passed through her guard and sliced her side, dyeing her tunic with red.

"I did everything you ever asked of me. I trained until my bones were ground to dust; I fought until I could not even stand. I tried to make you see, I tried to make them all see that I was not my father, that I was not a demon child, but none of you wanted to see the truth, none of you wanted to see me as anything other than Hades' son." Hippolyta's sword fell from her hands and her son dropped his in response. Her grabbed the collar of her robe and brought her close before smashing his head into her's. He pushed her back and was on her in less than a second, raining blows on her tired and beaten form.

Diana would have come to her mother's aid, but she was too busy saving the lives of her teammates and battling against Hades and the armies that poured from the gates.

The prince continued to beat his mother rabidly.

"Everything I ever did in my life, I did to make you proud, to try to make you see me for who I really was. Tell me how proud you are of me now mother." He landed a blow to her face, sending her reeling and forcing her to the ground. Now he stood over her.

"Tell me!" He said to her. "TELL ME!" He screamed, finally letting every ounce of hatred, rage and pain out at once.

Hippolyta sat up from her downed position, leaning on her arms as she stared up at her son.

"I-I hated you for so long." She said to him, her voice weak. "But it was not like that in the beginning. When you were born I was tired and weak and in pain. But when I saw you for the first time, a little tuft of hair on your head and those adorable little green eyes staring at me. It was the happiest day of my life, you were perfect, perfect in every way and I wondered if you could actually be the son of that monster. But as you got older, you looked so much like him, not the color of your hair or your eyes but everything else. I was so bitter, your father had tricked me and you were the result and I couldn't help but see you as just more evidence that I had made a horrible mistake."

"Is that what I am to you?" He asked. "A mistake? An error that was to be destroyed, wiped away like some stain?"

"No!" She cried. She had no right in any sense of the word to refute what he had said, his description perfectly fit the way she had allowed him to be treated but it was still what she felt deep in her heart.

"You obviously thought so." He yelled back at her. "You let it happen, everything your people did to me and you just watched, you watched and laughed they beat me, cut me, starved me, burned me, again and again and again. And when Diana was gifted to you it only ever got worse."

Hippolyta stared at the ground, her eyes flowing with more and more tears the more her son spoke

"I know there is nothing I can say or do that will ever make up for the horrors your sisters and I inflicted upon you, but you have to know that my keeping you, my birthing you... that was never a mistake. I did many horrible things to you but... but please... you must know that I… I loved you."

She said it; those words that made her want to lay in a hole and die of despair. She had loved him, he was her child, her flesh and blood, and yet despite that she had allowed her bitterness and hatred of his father to bury that love deep under her hate.

She had buried it so deep that she had not flinched at the sight of him armless and half dead after his first swordsmanship lesson, nor when he had almost died on his first hunting expedition, or when he had fallen ill as a babe and nearly been gone in her own arms as she glared at him. She had allowed the son she loved to suffer because she could not overcome her own grudges.

Her child stared at her, unmoved.

"The funny thing is…" He started, waiting until his mother was looking at him before continuing. "So long ago I would have done anything to hear those words come from you, or anyone for that matter. But now? Now all I feel is hollow, empty." Hippolyta let out a small and broken sob as he spoke.

"That part of me, the part that loves you, the part that cares about your opinions." He reached down and cupped his mother's chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You killed him fifteen years ago, right here, with a sword in his back and and pain in his heart. Now all that's left it me. I hope you're happy."

He grabbed his mother's clothes, bringing her eye level with him.

"But this is digressing from my question. Are you proud mother? Proud of what your son, your flesh and blood has become?"

Hippolyta looked around her, Her daughter and her team laying scattered and defeated at Hades' feet, her own son standing over her, ready to end her life, and the world that she lived in about to come to ruin at the hands of her son's father.

"Yes." She said. "I was... no, I still am proud. Deep down I have always been proud of you. Everything you did, enduring what you had and still being who you were. That made some small part of me that wasn't consumed by that madness proud beyond words. When you won your first tournament, when you killed your first boar. Everything you've ever done makes me the prouder than you could possibly imagine. You were a wonderful amazon, and a good man. You never raised your hands against your sisters. Never sought revenge, in spite of everything. In that way you were better than me, better than any of us on Themyscira."

Hippolyta stretched out her hand towards her son, hoping against all odds that he might forgive her and see reason.

"I am sorry for everything that happened the you, everything we did. But I am proud of you, I love you. Please, stop this madness and let us try to mend what happened."

For a second, her son seemed to consider her offer. His hand reached up to her and she made a move to grab it… and missed as his hand wrapped around her neck. He pulled her close.

"I don't want your apology." He snarled. "He would have accepted it. The weakling who sought your love, sought your acceptance. But he's dead, you killed him. Now all that's left for you to have is me, and I could't care less for this pitiful attempt at reconciliation. I want nothing more than to see you and every other amazon of this island suffer. At one point I would have let the world burn just to get my revenge. But I know that the world is not worth destroying for my own selfish gains, there are too many people out there who I have come to care for."

Hippolyta's eyes widened in shock.

"That's right mother, I escaped. Like your attempts to kill me, your prison was nothing I couldn't overcome. It took me less than a fortnight to find my way past the guards, the wards, even the eyes of the gods. I spent years on the outside, and I learned things. I found secrets that are better left buried and truths that could turn all of Paradise Island on its head. Tell me, when where you going to tell Diana about her father?"

Hippolyta lunged forwards. Being held in her son's grip she was more than close enough to land a heavy blow across his face.

"Speak not of that. No one can know." She hissed at her child, her eyes narrowed and filled with consternation.

"Why not mother?" Her son laughed humorlessly. "Is it because of what would happen to her, the criticism that the others would raise, the wrath of the Hera and the other gods on Olympus? You never worried like that when you revealed the nature of my origin. I could have been the product of a little tryst with a random sailor like all of you do thrice a century. Instead you chose to reveal truth; the truth that I was the son of Hell, that I was an abomination born from some sick rape that occurred. Then again I suppose that caring for a male is too much to ask from you, like every amazon, after all look what you did to your sons and brothers."

With those final words spoken he threw his mother away and walked to his father. The death god stood, gloating over the defeated forms of the members of the Justice League as each of them stared up at him from their places scattered in the dirt.

"HAHAHA, you thought you could defeat me, the god of death itself, fools, the lot of you. I have ten times the strength of that fool Ares little motals. I am unstoppable. I am-"

He was cut off as a hard blow pushed him forward into the walls of the cavern.

Diana's brother stood behind the death god with his fist out his body pulled seamlessly into a fighting stance as he waited for his father who was buried up to his waist in rock, his legs sticking out and flailing.

"What's the matter father?" He asked with a nonchalant tone. "Not used to being tricked."

Hades tore his head and body free from the rocks and glared with raging fire at his son, who was smirking back unafraid.

"You dare challenge me boy. You forget I am the god of the dead." Hades' body began to change, his normal human appearance transforming into that of a godly monster.

"And you too forget something father. I am your son." The princes body began to change as well, surrounding his form the shadows of the room seemed to condense and gather around him. They attached themselves to his body, forming a mass of midnight black armour that resembled that of a medieval night. The change did not end there as more and more shadow latched onto the man, blurring his outline and alongside the dim lighting of the cave, made it hard to discern where the armour ended and the darkness truly began. Two green lights blazed from the eye sockets in the helm, showing off where the princes face most likely was before the radiant light dulled down to a near indiscernible glow that was almost completely lost in the shifting darkness of the armour. In some kind of finale meant to add to the already frightening transformation nine blades emerged across his body, two of them forming at his sides while the rest arranged themselves in ascending order across the man's back.

At the lowest point on his back was a sand brown sword with blue lines running along it. Second was a deep blue sword with black lines on it; third was a grey and red sword with a shell pattern layered on the sheath. Fourth was a red sword that had what looked like monkey jaws clamped around the sheath. Fifth was a grey white sword that was much bigger than the rest. The sixth sword was much like the fifth but was more fluid in its design. Seventh was the last to be attached to his back and was green and dark grey, which looked like the wing of an insect. At his left side was a blade with what looked to be ox horns holding it in place and pink octopus tentacles securing it. The ninth and final sword rested at his right side and was decorated with orange and red with a fox head on the end of the sheath and had a running fox as a guard. It was a traditional jian common in asian countries but was slightly longer than most of the other swords outside of the fifth.

"Well then my son, shall we proceed?" Asked the death god, drawing from the earth his own demonic looking blade, inlaid with bone and rubies and an edge that spoke of its danger.

"Yes father, we shall." Said his son as he pulled out the first sword.

"Very well, come and let me teach you a lesson in respect… Nathaniel."

Diana and Hippolyta stared briefly at the two both of them feeling slightly rattled by both the events that had transpired and the name that had just been spoken. Both Hippolyta and the gods themselves had decreed that Nathaniel's name never be uttered. It was just one more act of denying him recognition. To hear that name after more than fifteen years, it seemed alien and foreign to the queen when she herself had given him the name when he was born.

Father and son rushed at each other, hacking away with their swords with skill and precision that took lifetimes to achieve. At first Hades seemed to be pushing forward, achieving superiority over the younger man. Before Nathaniel kicked his father between the legs, causing him to howl in pain as his form was littered with cuts.

"You… how dare you!" He yelled out, his voice significantly higher than it had been just seconds before.

"How dare I?" Asked Nathaniel, his voice filled with mocking. "How dare you, I've been waiting for years for the chance to face you in single combat and now you present me no challenge."

The death god roared at the insult and charged at his son. Nathaniel's eyes narrowed and a sadistic smile morphed onto his face.

Rushing forward Nathaniel ducked the swing his father had launched and used his sword to sever the god's hand. Hades stumbled back and grabbed the stump where the limb had rested, blood spurting from the stump as pain registered across his visage. Nathaniel took the first sword and threw it at Hades, impaling it into his forearm and pinning it into the wall. While the death god tried in vain to pry the blade from the wall and free himself Nathaniel drew each blade in rapid succession, using them to strike and then pin different parts of his body to the wall of the cave. The eighth sword struck into the center of his chest, completing a seal as black markings formed from each sword, creating an elaborate design on the walls.

"You dare, lay a hand on me. I will make you suffer boy. I will kill you and torture you after death. You will join father in eternal punishment and suffering" Nathaniel drew the ninth sword slowly, allowing the sound of steel scraping against steel to fill the room. The quiet sound somehow smothering the noise of the struggling god.

"I will burn in the pits of Tartarus." He said, brandishing the blade. "But not before you do."

He stabbed. The sword lodged in the middle of Hades' forehead, right above his eyes. The god's mouth was open in an expression of pain and horror and he lay unmoving, pinned in a circle and trapped by the sharp sting of the blades. A single drop of the his golden blood dropped from his head splashing to the floor in the silence.

In the instant the blood dropped to the floor. Black and golden flames burst forth from Hades' corpse. They consumed Nathaniel, forming into a grand dome of fire and immortal essence, obscuring everyone's views.

Moments passed before the flames began to die down and Hippolyta and Diana raced forward to where the prince had fallen. He was laying on the cold stone floor, steam and smoke coming from his body as he gasped for air.

The two amazons fell to their knees in front of him, his sister grasping his hand in both of hers and his mother cradling his head in her lap ad she stroked his face.

"My son." Hippolyta gasped, her hands weaving through his singed hair. "What have you done?"

"I have freed us all." He gasped out, coughing heavily at the end. "The hellfire that burns the death god, It has burned all traces of him from this world. His blood… has been purified, purged from from my veins."

"But without it-" Diana stammered to her brother.

"Yes, without his blood my body will no longer hide the wounds I have received through my life. Death will come for me"

Already his arm was fading away like an illusion, disappearing from his sister's hand before she frantically grabbed his remaining arm. Thousands of scars were beginning to appear everywhere on his body.

Nathaniel's eyes widened in agony, his body reverting to its proper condition, made dead so many years ago from the thousands of fatal wounds he had endured from his sisters and mother. He coughed and blood shot past his lips. Hippolyta and Diana panicked at the sight, desperately trying to find some way they could ease his pain as he spent his last moments with them.

"No. Don't stop this. This is what I want. This world has given me much, it has taken much, but now, it is my time."

The light left his eyes and the form of Nathaniel, prince of Themyscira, lay still in death. Diana buried her head in his chest, begging her brother to comeback to her, to sit up and jest that it had all been some terrible game to get revenge, unable or unwilling to believe that he was gone from the world. Hippolyta pulled Diana off of Nathaniel's chest and cradled her daughter as she wept for her fallen brother.

As a final act; Hippolyta ran her hand down Nathaniel's face, closing her son's eys and placing two golden coins to cover them.

"May you know a peace in Elysium that we could not give you here, my most precious gift."