It was easy to forget this was our last moments together, after last night. Last night was beautiful, he'd given me a night I could treasure for the rest of my life, I had to stop and breathe thinking about it. I promised myself I'd waste no more tears, what we had was to beautiful to cry over. We would find a way, we had too.

I looked back over him laying naked in the bed, he'd fought sleep, but it had overcame him. I'd given him quite a workout, between bathing and making love. Yes, we'd made good use of the tub last night, using it as a break from our frenzied passions. We'd laughed and teased, pleased and tormented each other up until early morning when his eyes had finally drifted shut. I had too much adrenaline to be tired, he'd warned me I'd feel sore, but I felt I could run forever with the strength he'd given me.

I tiptoed from the room, casting another glance of his peaceful form. We knew what had to be done today, and though I didn't want to leave his side, I wanted to remember everything. I went to the dining hall first, smiling over the mess that still scattered the floor. Then I made my way to the throne room, my breath caught in my throat as I looked out the window. He had souls everywhere, over every inch of land. Not only had mother killed more than her share, but he'd been too distracted to actually do anything the past days.

I couldn't regret it though, it had been the most wonderful experience in my life. Even if it were just a few short days, I didn't want to give it up. In the bottom of my heart I knew with every fiber of my being I belonged here with him.

Something flashed on the other side of the throne room's doors and I walked over opening them curiously. Mists surrounded me, losing me.

I tried to breathe, but air was not available, then the images came. Hades was lying on a rock, blood dripping from his mouth. I screamed, it seemed unending as his blank blue eyes just stared above my head. I went down on my knees, reaching for him, but I wasn't able to touch him. His black hair lay carelessly to the side drenched in his blood, his clothes ripped, he was dead, and my brain kept telling me it was my fault. Tears swept down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I looked around to see if there would be some help, but my eyes fell on another dying.

My mother lay on her side, pale with black circles around her eyes. I crawled to her forcing her to look at me, my hands traveled her filthy body. "Mama, what happened?" I whispered through my sorrow. She tried to speak, but her eyes just kept looking from me to behind me. I held her tightly to me, I felt her shallow breaths, finally I turned to see what she was watching.

Hades, dressed in his flowing robes was making love with three women. Two looked like nymphs, the other that sat upon his face looked like Aphrodite. Her blonde form bobbed up and down laughing, the other two took turns riding him, sucking him, teasing him. My heart dropped, when I heard his voice, "Come on loves, give me what no virgin ever could."

I fell to the ground beside mother, her eyes now blank, and I heaved. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, my arms wrapped around my stomach, my heart breaking, as I lay dying.