A/N Chapter 5 and at the end I'll provide a mythology lesson. this is also probably going to be the longest chapter I've got.

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

So without further ado, Let the chaos ensue

A Dark Winter

Pit likes most things in life, the most important being his mom, their family, and food. But like most children there is that one thing they detest, and for Pit, that's winter. Every year he can feel the air grow chilled, the crunch of dying leaves outside are amusing at first, but than the grass will turn cold and nip at the bottom of his feet. The family also grows slow, and Hiss, Flicker, and Fangs are more likely to hang off of him that actually direct him the right way.

Another thing is that during this time, he's mainly supposed to rest with the rest of the family, with his mom waking up to get him to eat, usually. Currently there's a strange echo within their home, and Pit knows it can't be his mom, cause her arms are wrapped tightly around him in sleep. With that in mind Pit decides to search for what the noise is and begins the process of wiggling free form the pile of reptilian bodies. By the time he's free the sounds echo louder, and a frozen wind whips through the area. Grabbing a loose blanket from the ground, Pit begins his search.

As he walks around he doesn't call out, or speak to avoid alerting whatever is causing the noise that sounds suspiciously like footsteps, but not like those belonging to him or his mother seeing how they are typically barefoot.

Pit tries to be as silent as possible, so as to hear what might be in their home better, and just as he is about to give up there's a different kind of drift that whisks right by his head. "He-"

He doesn't even get a chance to finish his thought before all he knows is pain.

Medusa's return to consciousness is not a kind one. The reason for her abrupt awakening was a scream like the one her son released when he was 3 years old, only this one is ten times worse. She has never heard such a scream in her life, and tries to put the whole thing behind her as she lowers herself into the ''bed'' once again and goes to wrap pit in her arms...

Her eyes shoot open and she casts a frantic gaze around the area. All throughout her cursory search, there's no turn up of the familiar disheveled head of hair standing and waiting for her attention, a stray limb reaching out from underneath the snakes or a bundle of blankets. There's none of that, all there is is still silence. the wind seems to have calmed down, and the sun peaks through the entrance of the temple.

It's only thanks to the rays of the setting sun that she can make out the tall figure standing in the middle of the area, distinguishing features blackened by the shadows he casts. A sword glints in his hand, and Medusa knows what this is all about, and she is prepared, until a small figure falls to the ground, not releasing so much as a peep. In that moment violet eyes turn red, and the heat of her anger rouses the snakes, all of whom take notice of the familiar smell that would come from scrapped hands and knees... There's too much of that for it to be a good thing.

The figure chortles and kicks out a foot, kicks at her son! and addresses her. "So the monster finally shows itself, if I had known before hand that you were keeping prisoners I would've been more prepared, but I couldn't take the chance of them possibly warning you."

Once again the now identifiable male kicks out a foo tat her son, only this time Pit releases a weak moan.

"Huh, little brat is still kicking than." he kneels down to get a better look, using a shield to keep an eye of Medusa he addresses the injured child. "If your still alive after I take down this monster, I'll bring you to a healer, but for now just stay out of my way." He goes to stand once again and now that her eyes have adjusted she can see the man's back was to her this whole time, and the shield in hand has been polished to a mirror like shine allowing him to see her with no worries about her stony gaze.

Medusa gazes around, wishing for nothing else that it to have been the middle of summer when this happened if only to end this quickly with snakes biting at his heels. Even now the snakes are effected by the weather and have begun to lower back down into her hair, and she can feel herself winding down. The man doesn't seem to notice, or perhaps care, as he runs to the side of the main chamber and ducks behind the pillar. "As much as I would've loved to face you head on, I'm afraid I'm just not equipped enough to handle that glare of your head on."

"You seem to have no problem when it comes to looking through that shield of yours." Medusa points out, trying to head him off from where ever he is planning on running off to. He seems to anticipate her at every turn however, what the man doesn't expect however is a small hand reaching out and snagging one of his ankles.

Medusa was not expecting anything to happen when the man took to running across the space to the pillars across the open space, but when she notices the slight movement Pit gives her heart sores and she musters the energy needed to catch up before the man can do any more harm. As she runs she sees Pit reach out in time to grab the mans ankles, and once he's down on the ground begins to crawl up to has knees before holding them together.

The man form the ground tries to wiggle free shouting profanities and trying to wrench the thin arms loose, when that doesn't work and the reflection in his shield reveals the approaching gorgon, he screws his eyes shut, grabs his sword and begins a downward doesn't even get halfway through before it stops and the sword is wrenched from his hands.

Medusa got to her son just in time to stop the final blow. The blade cuts through her palm and fingers as she grips it tightly in one hand, and with the other she drives her fang like nails into the hand which holds it. All it would take is a simple glace downwards towards her son, and she would most surely lose everything. With sword gone, she kicks the shield aside and grabs the mans face to slam him into the stone floor.

"Tell me your name, and I'll consider making it quirk." She threatens, and the power she feels as the man quivers almost makes up for his obvious intent on killing her.

"My name is Perseus, and I have come come for your head to wed the one I love." He admits and Medusa laughs fill the cavern.

"So you come here, give my child a death sentence, all so that you can marry a women that you would most likely take advantage of should you have your way. Why is it that every male I meet seeks to use me for their own gain." She states, and before giving Perseus a chance to speak, she drives her hand straight into his abdomen, turning him to stone as soon as his eyes open in shock. Once stone takes over his form Medusa only says, "Let this be a lesson to you," before dropping his form to the ground and letting him scatter.

With that out of her way she turns to her son and falls to her knees beside his still form and takes in the damage with the last of the fading sunlight.

Shallow breaths fill the area, as skin grows pale with the combination of blood loss and cold. pale eyes open and try to see past the permanent blindness he grew up with. Medusa grabs the rising hand and clutches it to her chest. "Shh, Shh, sweetie. Don't try to talk, just focus on resting and conserving your strength."

Pit closes his eyes, and if it weren't for the shallow breaths, Medusa would think it were too late... Until a reaper appears as she's trying to tend to the wounded shoulder.

The reaper isn't alone either, on either side of it is a reapette, all three holding their customary scythes. Medusa stands in defense and by the time she's defeated a good handful of the soul collectors, more appear. It's a full week of taking care of her son and defending him that the boss shows up.

Hades stands before the Gorgon and glances down at the child who is all but on his own doorstep. He internally smiles out the proposition he is about to suggest. Medusa can only glare at the smiling god.

"Poor shame about the child." The god says only for the glare to harden. "Now now, I'm not here to take the boys soul, even though it should've been on it's way to the underworld hours before."

"My son is still breathing. He's Fine!" Medusa says pulling Pit into her arms to study bloodied bandages.

"You may say that, but the reapers that have been coming would like to say otherwise, so with that in mind I'd like to make the offer once again." Hades begins, and goes on before Medusa can cut him off. "And before you deny my offer, I am willing to open my home to your son as well. In no way, shape, or form will one of the creatures in my realm harm a hair on his head, or touch his soul." and with that a hand is outstretched towards the gorgon, "So is it a deal?"

Medusa thinks about it, and looks down at the face of her son which has grown paler by the day, and can only close her eyes as she reaches out and grabs for the offered hand blindly. And when she opens her eyes once again everything is the same, until she looks past the pillars and spies dark stone cliffs, dyed red.

Hades removes his hand and with a smirk says "Welcome to the underworld General Medusa."

A/N In the last chapter I bring up how Hades brother was the one to abuse Medusa, and in Mythology Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon are all brothers who were given an aspect of the world so to speak. Zeus got the Heavens and was known to sleep around leading to the Minotaur in some stories, Poseidon took control of the sees and is the father of the cyclops, which can be learned about in Homer's Odyssey, and Finally Hades was given the underworld.

In Mythology Medusa devoted herself to the Goddess Athena, which I mentioned in the story already and Poseidon thought she was so beautiful that he essentially abused her, the next part is iffy depending on whose side you take. One the men's side, Athena cursed Medusa for being defiled within her temple by taking away her beauty, and having all those who looked at her turn to stone by her gaze. On the women's side, Athena gave Medusa a form of protection against that kind of abuse, and women in ancient Greek would than be found hanging her image upon their doors as a sign to men.