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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Kid Icarus series. The deities mentioned are taken from Greek Mythology, remastered the way I imagine them. What I own, on the other hand, is the plot.

Kid Icarus: Heirs of the Light

Chapter 15: In the eyes of Giants

"I had to make a deal with Hades," Pit explained, though there was a glimmer of worry in his blue eyes at the mention of the Lord of the Underworld. He shut his eyes, still holding onto the unicorns' halter. "He could extract my soul from the statue—and eventually give me back my body—if I helped him find a new envelope… That's what I'm willing to do right now, before we go back to the Underworld and save Pittoo."

The angel of light hadn't told Magnus where they were going, but the human really wasn't worried; he knew he could trust Pit with his life, he had shown to be worthy of it several times before. He listened carefully at everything Pit told him, concerned for him when he heard about his deal with the Ruler of the Underworld. They were enemies, they fought on opposite sides, yet they came to a bargain: Pit's life against a new envelope for Hades. Somewhere deep in his heart, Magnus wished that Pit had never accepted: they didn't know why Hades wanted a new body, nor what he would do with it. What if he decided to attack the Goddess of Light again, now that she was out of commission? What would they do if a new Uprising arose?

Pit wasn't yet in his body; from what he had explained, he was a soul, so he couldn't fight the Lord of the Underworld that way. He was something akin to a blob of light, that had taken shape of his former self to ensure that he could help Dark Pit in his adventures. Pit had told him that he knew it would be easier to reach out to Dark Pit if he still looked like himself, and perhaps he hadn't been wrong. Knowing the dark angel, he probably wouldn't have paid attention if he had only been a light bubble following him around.

Magnus looked at Pit, still shaken by the fact that he could see him—and even more that Pit could actually touch him—and was about to ask a question about the whole Hades problem, however he refrained from doing it. Maybe it was better if they didn't mention it. Pit probably didn't wish to expand on the subject, since he looked rather ashamed that he even had to accept a deal with the Lord of the Underworld in the first place. Magnus sat back in the Lightning Chariot and took out of his pocket the stabilizer thing; he still had no clue how it had ended up in his hand. Did Dark Pit give it to him so that he could keep going without him? How would he do that? He hadn't told him how to open up the portal, how to find Hermes—"What's that you're holding?"

"It's called a stabilizer," Magnus answered Pit, without glancing away from the artifact. "I need to use it in order to reach for Dark Pit's dimension."

Pit blinked, perplexed, and laughed out loud. Oh, right, he didn't know… And Magnus had sworn that he wouldn't tell him about it. However, with the circumstances… He couldn't hold secrets, because Time was urging them to find a solution quickly. "Dimension? What do you even mean, are you sure you didn't get hit a little too hard?"

The human shook his head and looked off to the side, more serious. "Dark Pit told me to keep it a secret from you. But… He's probably going to die if I don't tell you, and I don't want his death on my conscience. I don't know much about how Dark Pit arrived into your lives, I believe it was through the Mirror of Truth, right?"

"Yes," Pit nodded, then he smiled a little at the memory. "He appeared out of it, it had created him based off of my 'darker side', as Lady Palutena said. He was supposed to be affiliated to the Underworld army, but fortunately I shattered the mirror before his completion. Thus, he was on, well, nobody's side, but that suits me fine."

"Well, you're wrong."

The light angel turned his head towards him, confused. He was frowning, which was a strange sight on him, and eventually opened his mouth: "What do you mean by 'you're wrong'?"

Magnus felt really bad about telling Pit, but he couldn't help it; he needed to be honest, even though Dark Pit would've hated him for spitting it out. He couldn't afford to lose his friend. Folding his arms, Magnus gazed at the landscape below their chariot and sighed. "That Mirror of Truth was an interdimensional portal. Dark Pit was ripped away from his dimension because of it, and since it is destroyed, he can't head back there."

Pit looked at him in all seriousness, though it was visible that he didn't buy it. "Did Pittoo tell you that?"

"Yes, Pit, I'm not making this up," Magnus assured, before he faced the light angel. "He wouldn't want me to tell you that, but I decided not to care. We're about to lose him, I can't keep this for myself any longer. Together, him and I had planned on opening the portal to his dimension using the necklace you found on the Overworld, however… our plan was compromised."

"And how would you open it?" Pit inquired, taking this more seriously. "Did he tell you?"

Magnus shook his head; that was what he feared. He had no idea of the steps he ought to follow, of how to even trigger the stone. Plus, he'd also have to fasten it in the stabilizer, though he didn't know how it worked in the first place… Magnus peeked at the shining object in his hands, doubt filling his eyes; maybe he wasn't up to all of this, why would he be? He was a human being, who had no idea that those things existed to begin with, and now he was supposed to handle them perfectly—first try, because he couldn't hope for a second attempt? He admitted that it was all a little overwhelming in his view. But perhaps he needed to stay rational about this: maybe this object had… a switch, or even instructions written somewhere about it. When he thought about it, he was almost certain that the Gods must have written a book about their creations, it had to be. If he managed to get his hands on it and read through it, he'd be able to understand and work something out, right? But where could this mysterious book be located, if it even existed?

Pit eyed at Magnus, who had been lost in thoughts for a minute, and whipped Phos and Lux. Their destination was not far; he could see it start to appear before them. That tall mountain that he so rarely visited, only a few times to meet Palutena outside of the Pantheon. "There it is: Mount Olympus!" the light angel beamed, already excited.

The mountain itself was rather narrow, looking like a spike erecting towards the skies, half-covered by the clouds. Below it, there was a vast forest with high, colorful trees that humans did not discover yet—fortunately, the Gods wanted to preserve its beauty for as long as they'd be able to. Even though night had started to fall and the sky above the Overworld was becoming dark, it was still bright as day at the very top of the mountain that they could see through the heavy clouds: a luminous, golden gleam that made Magnus pretty curious. Was this place unaffected by night? What did he expect, they were Gods: physics didn't apply for them. Magnus turned to look at Pit, who was guiding the Lightning Chariot to the very top of the mountain. "So you want to meet Zeus?"

Pit nodded vigorously. "He can provide a body for Hades. Well, heh… haha… He won't be happy about it, but that's all I can think of at the moment."

Magnus chuckled at the obvious nervousness of the light angel before they reached their destination. They passed through the clouds and the human dropped his jaw: there was a castle and everything up there, hidden from sight all this time! It was not a small castle, it was actually gigantic! It looked like one of their temples, except two times bigger and, well, wealthier. There were golden ornaments all around the temple, and its roof, instead of being red like most were on the Overworld, was gold and shone in the sun—because yes, there was a motionless sun in the sky, as though it had been glued to it to ensure that daylight would remain in the land of Zeus.

The Lightning Chariot pulled to an abrupt stop which sent Pit flying over the two unicorns. "Woah woah woaah!" the angel of light screamed in terror, realizing too late that he was falling and trying to hold onto the halter. However, despite his efforts, he soon landed against the golden pavement of the ground. "Ow…" Amused, Magnus laughed and jumped out of the chariot, giving a quick pat on the muzzles of the unicorns. Phos and Lux neighed with delight, which only made him happier to pet them, and suddenly their eyes widened. Magnus frowned, turned around and jumped when a rather handsome man appeared in front of him. He stepped back, startled, and the man only smiled in a reassuring way before looking over to Pit's soul.

The latter had stood up and bowed to illustrate his undying respect for the God before them. "Lord Zeus!"

The God of all Gods, who looked way younger than Magnus would've thought, nodded in his direction and folded his arms. He had blond, wavy hair that cascaladed down to his shoulders, and dazzling blue eyes that almost looked as though they were filled with lightning. His outfit was just like Pit's: a chiton, shorts beneath, and a belt around his waist. He also had a necklace, with a heavy-looking medallion hanging from it. The medallion itself was gold, shining thanks to the rays of the sun reflecting on it, and a lightning bolt was engraved in it. Compared to Medusa, who was the only Goddess that the human had met, he was a sunshine—so many bright colors on his person! Medusa was… dark, gloomy, kind of similar to Dark Pit when he thought about it. Perhaps that was why she wanted him on her side so dearly. Magnus shook his head to focus on what was happening, since he had no will to think about his imprisoned friend at the moment. Zeus invited Pit to stand back up with a simple hand gesture, and curiously eyed at Magnus before he walked over to the two unicorns. "Pit, it has sure been a long time."

"Too long, Lord Zeus!" Pit agreed, his face lighting up with a sweet smile on his lips. He sprung on his feet after he had been allowed to, his wings fluttering slightly—which was something that they did a lot, much to Magnus' interest. Did it mean anything when they did? "I have a request to ask you, if you allow me, Lord Zeus."

"Normally I wouldn't, you're quite aware of it, Pit. Angels aren't supposed to be the ones asking for favors," Zeus began, not even looking at the angel beside him. "But since you brought the Lightning Chariot with you, and even a friend from the Overworld, I assume it is an emergency."

The young angel looked at him and shook his head, his white wings flapping again. "Yes, Lord Zeus, it is."

"Then follow my lead, we shall talk inside."

Zeus looked at the two friends and started walking towards the temple, which Pit seemed excited about. Magnus eyed at him, raising an eyebrow, but he should've expected that reaction: his angel friend was always cheerful, even in situations like these. The human admitted that he was jealous of that character; if only he too could stop worrying all the time, his life would be ten times easier. Magnus followed Pit and the God Zeus to the temple, glancing all around and hoping that these pictures, these memories he was making would always remain imprinted in his brain. The scenery was above what any words could describe, so he would not bother trying. All that he could tell is that it was one of a kind, one that nobody could ever forget—or so he wished. They passed through the doors of this enormous temple, only to be met with more golden… well, golden everything: statues, paintings, pillars, carpets… The most striking detail was the statue of Zeus, placed in the middle of the main hall, which showed just how egotistical those Gods really were. Magnus couldn't help but snort.

The God of Gods brought them along until they reached a room filled with very tall chairs. Magnus assumed that they had been built for the Gods, if he took into consideration Medusa's height. They were all probably as tall as she was. This room only held a dozen of chairs and a table, around which those golden seats were placed. Magnus knew it was a meeting room, perhaps that was what they called the Pantheon. Fortunately, there wasn't anybody in the room besides the three of them, so they would be able to talk in private. "Nice decoration, very… rich", Magnus commented.

"Glad that it meets your approval, mortal," Zeus replied, in a mocking tone, and Magnus gritted his teeth. Zeus then sat in one of the chairs, suddenly way taller than he had been until that point, and Pit bowed in front of him again. The God looked at them and snapped his fingers for two smaller chairs to appear next to them. Magnus nodded to thank him and sat down, eyeing at Pit who was trying to climb on his chair. Of course, it wasn't very high for Magnus since he was tall himself, but for Pit… The human chuckled and attempted to help him, only to realize that he couldn't touch him. That was when he remembered that, after all, Pit was a spirit, and thus couldn't be touched or held by a living being. Zeus laughed at the sight of the light angel struggling. "I should've known you'd need a smaller one."

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Pit grumbled, then he pulled himself on the chair and sighed in relief when he succeeded. He sat on it and turned to face the God, sweating a little, which the two other men found rather cute. "So, about that favor…"

Zeus raised an eyebrow. "Are you making the conversation?" he asked, incredulous, before he laughed again. "No no no. I am supposed to start talking about it. But before that, where's your body, young angel Pit?"

Pit's wings fluttered down and he looked off to the side. His eyes filled with tears when he gave it a thought. "In Skyworld, Medusa attacked Lady Palutena's palace and… We were defeated."

"How unfortunate." After he had said that, Magnus glared at the God of the Gods, since he had dared to behave haughtily towards the burdened angel. The human thought about saying something, about telling Zeus to shut up and listen without being a douche, but he knew that would only make matters worse. If Magnus wanted Pit to stay by his side, to stay alive, they needed to find a body for Hades as quickly as possible. Zeus knelt down to get closer to the two friends, frowning. "What do you want me to do for you?"

Pit glanced at the God, a single tear running down his cheek. "I had to bargain with Hades to help me come here, I couldn't let go… Pittoo is in danger, he's in the hands of Medusa because he was trying to save me. Lord Zeus, we… We crave for your help."

Zeus' eyes widened; had he misheard him? "You said that you have made a deal with Hades, Pit?"

"Yes, I had to, Lord Zeus." The light angel nodded, ashamed of his own actions, however he knew that he didn't have a choice. If he had refused, nobody would have intervened, and Dark Pit would've been killed in trying to find a solution on his own—because Pit knew he wouldn't have given up no matter what it would have cost him. However, he couldn't allow that to happen, he cared way too much for his twin to let him die in his name. So, he was going to save him. "He freed my soul from the statue, but in return I have to find a body for him. Maybe it's a lot to ask but… I was hoping you could lend a hand on that task."

The God of the Gods rose to his feet, absolutely outraged by what Pit had told him. How could he have thought that he would help them find a body suitable for this monster? He couldn't believe his ears, how did he dare to come to his temple and ask him for help? Bargaining with Hades… was this angel out of his mind?! Zeus stomped his feet, startling the two friends who were sitting only inches away from them, and glared at the angel of light with such hatred, such wrath. Magnus stood from his chair, wanting to pull Pit by the arm before something bad happened, however he remembered too late that he couldn't touch him. So instead of that, he gave him a serious look. "Pit, we'll find another way. Let's go."

"But… Magnus, I… There's no other way, I can't give up now…"

"He's not willing to help us," Magnus remarked, then he started walking out of the room. Zeus had turned his attention to the human but didn't move, narrowing his eyes at him with his fists clenched. Magnus spun around and eyed at Pit. "What are you waiting for? We don't have time to waste."

Zeus growled and stared at Pit. "If you dare to give Hades a body, I will have no choice but to kill you, Pit. Think about my words."

Pit gulped and jumped off of his chair, running to the side of Magnus. What did he expect? Of course Zeus was going to be furious at the perspective of giving another chance to Hades—Pit also was himself, so he wouldn't blame him. But couldn't he understand the crucial importance of finding a body for the Lord of the Underworld? If they didn't find one shortly, Pit would go back to his prison of stone—that was, if he was lucky. If he wasn't, he would just die, and that would be the end of the world since Medusa threatened to take over… With Palutena's absence, there was no way to stop her. Zeus had to be aware of that, didn't he? Pushing those thoughts aside, Pit looked up at Magnus as they walked closer to the Lightning Chariot, defeat lingering in his blue eyes. He had hoped for so much… Now what was left? He would never find a body strong enough to hold Hades' soul… It was so strong that any other would explode upon contact.

"Don't worry, angel. We'll figure out something," Magnus assured, convinced that they would find a solution sooner or later. He climbed in the Lightning Chariot, grabbed the halter, and waited for Pit to be on board. Once he was, he gently whipped Phos and Lux, which caused them to speed off of Mount Olympus.

The angel of light looked off to the side, watching as Mount Olympus faded away, into the distance. "I don't know what to do now."

Magnus glanced at him. "We save Pittoo. Hades can wait." Like he had expected, Pit refused to answer. He was probably already thinking about all the possibilities that were left. Magnus decided not to pay attention to it, leading the Lightning Chariot towards Skyworld, since he had yet to retrieve his Violet Palm—and maybe a soak in a hot spring would ease Pit's heart, although he was a spirit and there was a chance that he wouldn't even feel the water on his skin… Worth a try. He admitted that he hated the fact that Pit was silent; usually he talked all the time. He felt much more comfortable when he did, because he knew that was who he truly was within. Him not talking, him not laughing, him looking off, utterly depressed, was frightening in Magnus' opinion. So he decided to make small talk, in case it could wake something in the angel. "So, for how long have you been free?"

Pit looked back at him and a sheepish smile spread on his lips. "Maybe… Seven, eight hours? Time isn't really… the same when you're a soul."

"You told Pittoo?"

The angel's eyes shined when he mentioned his twin, though he said nothing of it. He instead simply answered the question he had been asked. "I tried to tell him at first, when you guys were at Viridi's Sanctum, but I realized that he wouldn't listen… He was convinced that I was an illusion. So, instead, I showed him. I protected him from Medusa, which was enough to prove that I was really there—at least I hope."

Magnus couldn't recall that to happen. "When was that?"

"You were unconscious," Pit replied, then he sat back in the Lightning Chariot so that he could plunge his deep, delightful blue eyes in his human friend's. "He was in trouble, he had been beaten up pretty badly by the Underworld baddies. Medusa pushed you two in a hot spring she had snapped into existence, and then he started to walk off with you. But she decided to attack him, I had to protect him."

The human paused, then laughed. So that was what had happened, he should've known, how gullible could he be? Pit frowned at him and Magnus eyed at him with a strange, amused gleam in his eyes. He thought back about what Dark Pit had said, about the Underlings being 'unable' to beat him, and that was all the more hilarious. After a minute of intense laughter, he finally managed to breathe in and soothe down, under Pit's worried eyes.

Magnus shrugged it off, to signify that it was nothing important, but he knew from his gaze that Pit wanted to understand what had just happened. So the human cleared his throat and started to explain the reason behind his laughter: "Pittoo told me that he had defeated the Monoeyes on his own, and he seemed to play it off as if it had been easy. That's why I'm laughing. You know, when I think about it, I should've known he couldn't; after all, how could a small, harmless angel decimate an entire army of Underlings all by hims—" That was when he caught Pit's dangerous eyes on him. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled nervously. "Heh… Nevermind, ignore what I just said."

"Now I like that better!"

The two friends soon arrived in Skyworld and Magnus stopped the Lightning Chariot only meters away from the two statues still standing in front of the palace. He hopped out of the chariot and walked straight towards the palace, while Pit stared at his own statue in desperation. Magnus turned to him, frowning, and noticed the sad gleam in his blue eyes. Soon the angel leaned forward and rested his forehead against his statue's, sniffing lightly. If his shaking body, his unsteady hands and his trembling lips meant anything, he was crying.

Magnus felt his heart shatter at the sight but chose to give him some time, going to fetch his Violet Palm in the armory of the palace. He had only been there once, with Dark Pit, and walking in the room felt way more painful than it should've. Glancing over the few shelves that held all the different weapons that belonged to Pit and the Centurions, Magnus almost teared up but managed to keep his tears contained. He could hear Dark Pit's voice echo in his mind, telling him not to touch the golden cannon for it was reserved to Pit and he was the only one he wanted to see using it ever, and also explaining that his Silver Bow was a prototype that the Palutena Bow was based off of. He could almost see him sitting in the chair next to the big, open window of the altar, with what looked like a blade in hand. He could see him caress it, his eyes glued to it while he explained it was called the First Blade and had been Pit's first weapon

There had been so much nostalgia, so much pain contained in his voice that Magnus couldn't even handle the memory of it. The human reached over to one of the shelves, taking his Violet Palm, and his eyes darted off to land on the First Blade, set aside all of the other weapons in the room, right next to that empty chair. Exactly where Dark Pit had left it, he could imagine the dark angel's fingers sliding along it.

Magnus breathed in slowly, trying not to focus on it, and stormed out of the room once he had everything he needed. He swore to himself that he would never walk in there again in his entire existence, because it was too painful, then walked towards the doors of the palace where he was sure to find Pit—except he didn't. The light angel was sitting afar, on that same bench that Dark Pit told him he hated. Magnus stepped up to him, wearing his Violet Palm, and noticed that Pit was looking down to the pavement, swinging his feet and grasping the edges of the bench. "Buddy, you're okay?"

Pit jumped and glanced up at the human, immediately wiping off his tears. "I'm fine, I only need a little breather."

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Magnus asked, even though he already knew the answer would be positive. Thus, he didn't wait for it and sat down next to the light angel, his eyes never getting off of him. Then he looked towards the sky, thinking about what he could say, whereas Pit seemed to be waiting. After a brief moment, the human eyed back at the angel. "When we arrived in Skyworld, I noticed that this bench had a special meaning for Dark Pit. He couldn't stop staring at it." Pit's heart jumped up at what he said, though he didn't say anything. He looked at Magnus with glistening eyes, tears about to drown his face again. Magnus collected his thoughts on the matter before he turned to the angel. "What's with this place? Maybe telling me the story behind this strange adoration would do you some good."

The angel of light winced at the thought, however he complied. "We used to meet up here," he began, feeling his voice break even though he had barely started. He bit his lower lip, a tear rolling down his left cheek. "Usually, he'd be reading stories. He loves books, you know, he reads a lot, and… I would always come and see what he's up to, and we'd read together—or more so, he'd read for me to listen. His stories are always so sad, they always end with people dead. When I said that it was horrible, he told me that it was Life, that terrible things happened all the time for people who loved each other. He said… He said that, sometimes, fate was unfair with nice people. Now I understand why he said that, all too late though…"

"Not too late," Magnus countered. He had a serious expression, eyebrows frowned. "Dark Pit is still alive. He's waiting for you, you know? You can't just give up, that's not how it works. Life can be really unfair, but fight it while you still have the chance. Once he's gone, there's nothing you will be able to do, so make sure he makes it."

Pit sniffed and sobbed, resting his head on Magnus' shoulder. His fingers wrapped around his friend's hand as he wept the absence of his beloved twin, that he believed he had lost forever. All that he had ever wanted was to hear a good story, one that ended well. He had hoped that, if Dark Pit didn't read one to him, then instead they could live it together… Pit sobbed, disillusioned. "Magnus, I just wish our story could be less sad than all those that he kept reading."

"Sometimes, you have to go through horrible events to be victorious," Magnus said, as reassuring as he could be despite the circumstances. Then he stood up, folding his arms, and glanced at the weeping angel sitting on the bench. "He needs us now."

"What about Hades?" Pit asked him, wiping his face with his arm and sniffing. He raised his head and his eyes met his statue, standing in the distance. "What do we do about his body? I don't know how much time I can live outside of my body…"

Magnus shrugged one shoulder. "As I said, we'll—"

"WAIT!" Pit exclaimed, his face lit with realization. He jumped on his feet and ran towards the palace, much to Magnus' confusion, before he reached his body buried beneath coats of heavy stone. His eyes ran along the silhouette, which was rather… unsettling, since he was looking at his own being, and he swore to it that he would retrieve it very soon. Eventually Pit spun around to look into Magnus' curious, yet concerned dark eyes. "We have the body we need right here, we don't need to look any further!"

The human frowned. "What even—? Pit, we're doing this so that you can have your body again. What's the point of giving it to Hades?"

"Not that one!"

Magnus blinked and realized what he had meant. His eyes darted towards the statue of the Goddess of Light, still imprisoned in stone, and he gulped; what a terrible, terrible idea… But what other option did they have? It was true that they had no idea how long it would take to find a fitting body for the Lord of the Underworld, and Pit's soul couldn't be left wandering around eternally: it would eventually fade into nothingness. The human shut his eyes, thinking that he just about had experienced every strange thing that he could've had in his lifetime, and looked back at Pit with a slight nod.

The angel of light looked at his Goddess' body and whispered "Sorry" to it before he called out Hades. He quickly explained that he had a body he could fit him, making sure to stay close to Palutena's lifeless form. There was no sign that the Ruler of the Underworld had even heard him, until the stone around Palutena's fingers crumbled. Pit jerked up and moved back, closer to Magnus. They both watched in horror as the stone covering the body of his Goddess broke and fell to the ground, revealing a Goddess of Light… that was a lot darker-looking than Magnus would've hoped. The human pushed Pit behind him in case she would attack them, but instead the Goddess laughed and looked at herself through a glass that she had created in a snap of her fingers. "Oooh~! Now Pitty Pat, if that isn't the sweetest of gifts!" Palutena cheered.

Magnus frowned, perplexed, and the angel of light stood behind him in shock. "Hades?" Pit asked. "I expected your voice to change or something… You sound just like Lady Palutena."

"Which is a delight!" the Goddess beamed, then she stared down at Pit. "Now let me go: 'Pit, the world is in danger!'"

Pit's wings jerked up. "Hey, stop!" he cried out, angered by the ridiculous impersonation of Palutena that Hades was giving. "She doesn't speak like that!"

Palutena chuckled, brushing her fingers through her straight, ultra long green hair. "It's her voice, Pitty, of course she speaks like that! Anyways, a deal's a deal: you can have your body back! Though I must say, I think I'll miss your echo-y voice, Pitty Pat!"

"My voice isn't echo-y! It's ghostly!"

"Oh~, right, my bad~!"

The possessed Goddess of Light chuckled and snapped her fingers. Pit's soul suddenly tensed and fought against an imperceptible gust of wind, before he was sucked into his statue. Magnus was about to panic, thinking that they had been deceived, when he picked up the familiar sound of crackling stone. The human rushed to the seemingly lifeless statue and helped break down the stone with strong punches in the crumbling parts. Pit wasn't saying anything on the other side, which was anything but a good sign, and thus Magnus hurried to get him out of there. Was he still alive? Did he make it through? He had been stuck in stone for roughly twenty hours… Maybe his body had died.

Gulping down his worry because he had no time to focus on it, Magnus punched the chest of the statue, shattering the rock until he managed to split it in half. He quickly moved back to avoid Pit's blades from cutting into his arms, and Pit's body fell to the ground, completely limp. Magnus was barely reactive enough to catch it. The angel was unconscious but warm, which was awfully reassuring.

Palutena glanced down at Pit and shrugged, a smirk across the lips. "Aw, don't worry about him, he's fine! Although he won't feel good for a moment—just give him a minute or two. I must bid you adieu, dear human, I've been longing for a new body and can't wait to try it out in… numerous fabulous ways!" The newly possessed Goddess of Light then walked back to her palace, playing with her hair and laughing to herself.

Magnus held Pit in his arms, pulling him on his lap and unconsciously running his fingers through his messy hazel hair. "More problems. Perfect."

To be continued…

Updated: 02/11/2019