A/N: I'm sorry for leaving ya'll for so long, I find myself without internet at home, and therefore I have to be…creative to post these things. I apologize, also, for the cliffhanger. I am continuing this fic as often, and as good as I can. I hope I can fulfill your expectatives.
Chapter dedicated to Valdemar and Niteskye.
Road to Hell:
I impacted hard against the non-pavimented road, the dirt sticking to my skin immediately, feeling it invading my new wounds, inflicted by the crash of the car against... Well, nothing. Actually, the car had just spun in the air brutesquely at the extreme indication from the driver, throwing us along the way, before exploding. With our things inside. And almost us, as well.
The wheels had flew, in flames, metal and glasses shot themselves towards me, and I did my best to dodge them. My eyes couldn't catch up too good with my enviroment, and the sun was fading in the horizon, almost completely, now, making it quite difficult for me to differenciate one shadow from the other. My ears were numb, unable to pick up the sounds they needed to, thanks to the intial sound of the explotion. And my body... I thought I had broke every bone in it. It hurt like it did, anyway.
And then, I just wanted to scream, but I didn't.
Where were Shaina and Milo?
I did my best to stand up, after my complete black out a few moments before, but I failed miserably. I fell backwards.
For a few moments, I closed my eyes. The back of my eyelids were a lovely sight at the moment, awfully soothing, the ache of my chest oddly delicious, leaving an strange, bizarre sensation of absolute abandon.
The solid surface against my back was almost irresistible, the pillow of mud under my head provoking a sensation of dullness to take over. Ah, and the night breeze, caressing my face, removing my hair from my skin with a sickening sweetness. The fire of the dying vehicle close to me, the flames singing, the metal cracking like wood, the constant hum of the ocean, somewhere down the cliff, the waves crashing against the colossums of solid rock, breaking the water like swords... even ending up in sharp edges, like swords! Even the seaguls, sailing through the sky, seemed to sing to me, with their groans.
I laughed inside.
Was I going to die?
By the Gods, what a way to die.
I have died before- I thought.
Yes, but never like this.
Even though I had detested Shaka for getting to see our goal fulfilled, I had died proud, because, I knew that, in the end, Athena (not Saori, but Athena) would win the battle.
Now, I wouldn't know. Saori had tried to reach me, and I had understood late. I was too late.
The battle against Hades...
It was devastating, how beautiful she looked, even recently dead. Her hair fell in a cascade down her shoulders, and on the floor. Her blood would coat the entrance of the temple, and my pathetically trembling hands, my face, and, (even if it does sound clichè, I'll admit it) my soul. Those two precious stones some dared to call eyes, staring, unseeing, at the sky. Her lips, cracked, but beautiful nonetheless, parted into a shy smile.
Before she sank that dagger into herself, she had taken my hand, between both of hers'. She looked a painful mix between a child and a woman, so innocent and...perfect, that it hurt me to no possible end. So fragile, and so strong, it broke my heart to even think about the truth.
She actually didn't need us, Saints.
Or maybe she did, but wouldn't let it show?
Eitherway, I had decided that it didn't matter, and dismissed it before my insides shattered in despair, in the utter curiosity about her nature, and the inquestionable torture that was her silence.
But, now, the problem was not this.
The problem now was that, then, I couldn't even make a deal with Hades. I was going to die, and I would have left Saori alone. I couldn't move, but I made a last try. Futile.
"You know, you should give it up already"- a masculine voice called out.
Who is that?
"Ah, yes. The name is Hermes."-
I managed to open my eyes. Just a bit. Blurry as my vision was at the moment, I could still recognize the boy that had caused the accident.
Hermes... Hermes. God of Communication, Hermes?
"Indeed, name and title, all in order. Can we move on, professor?"-
I wished I could 'Galaxy Explosion' him to death and back. And yet I couldn't, so I mentally rolled my eyes in irritation. What was with mythical entities and sarcasm, anyway?
I head batting wings, and a soft laughter. The boy was flying around me in circles, and did this pattern a few times, before finally crossing one winged ankle over the other, sitting on the air in lotus position, seemingly quite relaxed.
"Now, before you decide to convert to cristianism or nonsense like that, hear me out, because, even if this will not be the last time that we'll see eachother, I don't like to repeat myself to dying guys. Or anyone, for that matter, as I am quite clear in all I say."-he paused.
In Zeus' name, he talks too much.
"I heard that." – another laughter- "Very well, then. I'll make this short. Both Apollo and Eros made a deal behind your woman's back to tear you appart. The point was killing you three, but then again, that is not my department. Too much of a mess. The fire only left alive a few things; two bags with clothes, your wallets, your passports. I am sorry to minimalize your possibilities, but that is what they asked me to do. I owed them a favour, and now I return it by doing this."- the God paused, to look at me, with those big green eyes of his', his round face passing the angelical look to almost look... devilish? He certainly didn't seem innocent, for being a child. His short blonde hair darkened his expression from time to time, once the wind caressed the golden curls with great care. Even if he did look like just a kid, he inspired respect, and exhuded confidence. He spoke again. -"I will not be the only one involved. I expect you to be careful.If you aren't, one of your 'soon-to-be-newlyweds" may die. Or even yourself, if you don't stop to look over your shoulder. Fifty percent of the Olympus is against you... But..."-he smirked, and tossed a small flute towards me, this one landing by my side, on the dust.-"If you are in an emergency, play that. I'll be here soon enough."
Thank you...
He turned, to fly away, obnoxiously slowly. His voice reached my ears.
"Oh, and... Saga...?"-
Yes?
"Saga..."- his voice had been replaced by Milo's, and Shaina's.
"Saga!"- the woman demanded. Something of flesh landed against my cheek heavily, and I winced in pain.
And so then, I opened my eyes.
