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-Twisted
"No!" Hades glares as he sits up, a rag dropping from his forehead as he pulls a frayed quilt to his face, "Fuck no-"
"Oh, but yes." A wicked grin tugs at his lips.
This was just too perfect-
His only regret?
Not having a camera to catch it.
Senior was laying in a bed that was nowhere near long enough for him, huddled under a mountain of blankets.
With the arranged candles and buckets beside the bed, it looked like Senior was on his deathbed
Pain was flitting around the room sweeping up broken glass and dishes that littered the floor.
T, this is not amusing. He might actually be ill-
Bullshit.
He's just being dramatic, again.
Deez is exhausted, there might-
But that's my fucking point-
And what point is that that?
He's always on top of her for how mortal she is- But now? Now, haha motherfucker. There's like, nothing godly 'bout bein' sick-
And there's nothing funny about it either.
Like fuck there isn't!
I'm not saying he isn't getting his just desserts, just that it isn't funny.
"How the mighty have fallen," he snickers as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.
"I have not fallen," Hades huffs as he crosses his arms and looks away, his eyes darting around the room before he runs a hand over his face and grumbles under his breath.
Fucking child.
I mean…
"Ya sure?" He snorts, "'Cause by the look o' shit, ya look like she should be reading you your final rites."
"Oh you think you're sooooooo funny."
"I mean, s'why ya keep me 'round, ain't it?"
"Speaking of my entertainment-"
"I don't know if you're up for that much excitement," he waves towards the bed, "might be bad for your health."
"Listen here, Firebug, just because this," Hades gestures to himself, "is funny to you, doesn't mean you get a pass at me."
"What? Funny?" He presses his hand against his heart, "You wound me. I would never make fun of someone on their deathbed."
"I am a god of death," Hades says as his voice wavers between the stern god tone, and the one he'd used to scream after Panic earlier, "not on my deathbed."
He looks around the room slowly, "could'a fooled me." He turns to grin at Harry, "What'ah bout you?"
T! Why would you draw attention to him like that?
Second opinion.
This is why no one likes you.
I'll add it to the list.
"Don'nah be pullin' me inta this shit," Harry throws his arms into the air before he settles a hip against the doorframe and folds them over his chest, "ya be the one with the weird relationship that be sparin' ya from squishin'."
"Weird?" He snorts.
"Relationship?" Hades shudders, "back up Guyliner, I'm not after your prey."
His nose scrunches, "ew."
"Right?" Hades mockingly gags on a finger before it turns into a rolling cough.
Harry lifts an eyebrow at the god before he shakes his head, "look-it, I just be sayin' I ain'nah havin' the same deal with 'em ya have."
"Speaking of deals-" Hades obnoxiously sniffs before he takes a rag from Pain.
He snorts.
And Freddy thought Harry was extra.
He lifts a brow when Senior blows his nose with the force of a foghorn.
"Fuck this!"
He grimaces.
Great.
"He's jus' being dramatic," he frowns as he turns to Harry "if he were actually sick we'd be dead. Breathe."
"Breathe?" Harry gestures to the room, "breathe? Breathe that in?"
Words, T. They matter.
He sighs, "okay- maybe not the best- Calm down?"
"Sickness," Hades interrupts before he blows his nose again, "isn't something that always spreads, Guyliner," he glares before he tosses the rag to the floor, "but really? You would abandon me in my time of need? What kind of followers are you?"
"For the last time we're your daughter's followers, not yours." He rolls his eyes. "An' no one's goin' anywhere. So ya can both calm your shit."
Harry sighs, "Fine," his eyes narrow at the god as he flattens against the wall as far away as possible, "but we be stayin' nice an' away from," that."
He glances at Harry bewildered, "C'm-" He pauses mid-whine.
The last thing he needed was to be rag dolled in front of Senior. And Harry was already fucking on edge.
And as tempting as it was to take a mocking deep breath-
Even he wasn't that stupid…
Or fucked.
"Can you not feed into this?" He asks, doing his best to keep his annoyance at bay.
Why the fuck was he always so surrounded by extra-
Have you met yourself?
The fuck you try-
That you are just as, if not more so, dramatic- Case and point? Any girl crying. Or the lack of photos with your face in them. Then there's the time you outfitted Harry and Jay's hideout in territory you didn't wish to claim- And lets not forget-
Shut.
It.
"Ya can'nah really be ah thinkin' he be fakin' this-"
"How dare- Wait-" Hades taps a finger to his lips thoughtfully. "Yeeeeeees, faking."
His eyes narrow as he stares at the god blankly.
"Oh come on! You think I'm faking, but you don't believe me when I agree with you?" Hades drags both hands down his face before he slams his fists down at his sides, "ME dammit, souls are fucking gross, okay?"
His brow furrows, why the hell would the god of the dead-
T-
He pauses at the alarm in her voice.
"Slimy, grubby, oozey, not to mention the whining and crying-" Hades shivers before he pulls the blankets tighter around himself, "and there were so fucking many! So many! All at the same fucking time!"
He exhales quickly as he looks away, slamming his eyes shut to the barrage of images.
No.
No.
Not here.
T- T! It's over.
His stomach tightens.
It's done.
Bitter heat rises to the back of his throat.
You did what you could.
But it wasn't enough-
You can't focus on those memories right now-
His fists curl by his sides.
They had to pass through him-
Like they weren't traumatized enough-
Cruella.
Evil Queen-
Morgana-
A pit drops in his stomach-
T stop! Don't do-
Zoom.
Grimer-
One dirty, still face passes through his mind, one after the other.
How many?
How many innocent-
STOP!
'Cess Pit of Souls'.
Good or evil, it didn't matter-
The same cess pit as fucking Frollo was-
All the men from the ring.
All the children lost to it-
How many innocents were forced to-
With such a concentrated amount of evil-
With every cunt in between who stood by and did nothing-
"Sonofabitch!"
"T!" Harry growls as he finds himself flung to the ground mid leap, his drawn daggers skittering across the room with loud tings and clangs.
A feral growl rips from him as he fights Harry's hold, "Get off-"
"I don'nah be knowin' exactly what be ah goin' on in yer head," Harry whispers urgently, "but like fuck can I be ah lettin' ya attack ah god that can be ah killin' ya just ah soon as look at ya."
"Don't care-" He snarls, "fuck him and his stupid fucking piece of shit woe-is-me souls aren't worth my fucking time cunt-"
T!
"Whoah!" Hades holds a finger up, "one. There really is no way to have time when you have to deal with like a hundred souls a minute entering-"
"Time-" His lips pull back in a visious snarl, "you have nothing but fucking time you miserable apathetic piece of shit-"
T, stop it!
"Apathetic? I fucking wish!" Hades snears as he sits up straighter in the bed, "Do you have any idea what it is like to feel hundreds of souls all at once? To feel everything from their lives?"
"You're a fuckin' God! People fuckin' worship you you stupid-"
"Check yer facts again, Firebug. People worship gods like my brothers, no one worships the god of death." Hades rolls his eyes, "I get blamed for everything."
"Probably cause ya shove everyone into the same fuckin' hell!"
"The Underworld didn't exactly come with a manual, and I am sooooo sorry I'm the only god that has a job that requires actual work."
"THEN MAN UP AND LEARN TO FUCKING DELEGATE OR SOMESHIT!"
"IS THAT AN OFFER TO WORK FOR ME?"
"ATLEAST I'D BE FUCKING COMPETANT AT IT!"
"YEAH, YOU PROBABLY WOULD! TOO BAD IT WOULD ONLY BE YOU!"
"BETTER THAN JUST FUCKING YOU!"
"I CAN"T ARGUE THAT. CARE TO SIGN A CONTRACT?"
"Uh," Harry sighs in exasperation, "this fight be ah gettin' real weird like, but uh, no. T ain'nah signin' ah contract ta work for ya. Again."
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO!"
His head slams against the floor.
"Stop. Yelling!"
T, you need to breathe. Because if you pass out-
"Ohhhh, you pissed off your Guyliner."
"FUCK OFF!"
With a sigh, Harry lets him go.
He glares as he twists and bucks Harry off of him, "ass hole."
"Oh, I be bein' the asshole here?" Harry glares before he points at the god, "I can'nah be tellin' if ya still be ah tryin' ta kill 'im, or if ya be tryin' ta sign yer name."
His scowl deepens as his breathe comes out in labored puffs,"The fuck are you talkin' about-"
I really wish you wouldn't amaze me with your idiocy so often, it's embarrassing. Think then speak.
Hades holds up a finger, "I might be interested in that answer too."
His eye twitches, "in what?"
I really hate you sometimes.
Hades rolls his eyes, "wow, you're as dense as good ol' Hercules sometimes," he shakes his head, "you lunged at me, pulled your daggers, and then started yelling at me. And somehow in all that yelling, you offered to come work for me."
What?
Oh my god are you really so barbaric you can't- What am I saying? Of course you are. Your confusion over your feelings is preferable to this boorish ignorance, you neanderthal.
Are you going to just insult me, or are you going to explain what the fuck is happening? I am so lost…
For the love of- You offered to help him sort souls, idiot.
"Well someone needs to fucking do it."
"Kill me or work for me?"
"Tch, you wish someone would put your miserable ass out of your boredom."
"You are infuriatingly hard to argue with today." Hades grumbles as he sinks lower in the bed, "so work for me then. I can make that happen, not like I wasn't already making plans for when I get back." He looks around until he spots Pain, "pen and paper," he claps his hands together, "get."
"Yes Master of all that is-"
"NOW!" Hades barks.
Pain immediately flits around the room in a rapid panic fueled search.
"What about my predicament got you so flustered, Firebug? Were you worried about me? Those witch bitches could have tried to take me out, you know." Hades grumbles as he crosses his arms over his chest, "wouldn't be so fucking easy if I wasn't cuffed. Hint. Hint."
His head pounds painfully as he rolls his eyes, "yeah, I get it. If I could pry those stupid things off I fuckin' would- But she ain't gonna be much more helpful."
"She hasn't been helpful yet, why should I start to expect any-"
"Don't be a fuckin' prick," he glares, "jus' cause you can't come up with better fuckin' solutions."
"Oh, should I have supported the witches? At least-"
"It might not kill you, but I will shove a fuckin' dagger down the back of your throat if you finish that."
"You're the one who suggested I look at other solutions, vile as they may be apparently."
"Suck my dick-"
"Grow one," Hades spits back before his face pinches, "and also ew."
"Don't make me lose more respect for you." He snaps back. "Fuckin' workin' with those disgusting cunts."
"Like you had any to begin with, and I didn't even think of that. You're the one who brought it up."
"Like fuck I did!"
"What else am I supposed to do with my severely limited options?"
"I mean," He shrugs, "have you tried severing one off?"
"Can you find anything strong enough to cut a god?"
"No, but guess I'mma start lookin'."
"Good fucking luck. Like my brother would ever approve something that useful being sent to me."
"Yeah, but ya jus' said-" He pauses, "whatever, challenge accepted. Gonna fuckin' kill 'em all anyways."
"T, ain'nah we havin' better things ta be doin' an' talkin' over?"
He looks behind him with a frown.
Shit.
What the fuck had they actually come here for?
You really make me regret our relation sometimes-
His eyes narrow.
Go fu-
-we came to see why he wasn't responding to my correspondence.
Oh, yeah.
"Well, figured out my piece. He's laid out."
Harry's eyes dart from him to the god, "why do ya be laid out like?"
"Oh Guyliner, it's so hard to understand your primitive way with words sometimes."
He lifts his brow at the noise of outrage.
That.
A half assed insult.
That's what gets you pissy? Seriously?
He insulted-
You insult me all the time- And ain't like Hook can't take a hit, or fifty, to his ego and walk away unscathed. Kid's nothin' but air.
YOU SONOFA-
Now, now that's not lady like language, do you really kiss your prince with that mouth? Shame on-
GO FUCK YOURSELF!
Keepin' it real classy today I see. Very civil. Sophisticated even.
"Fuck you."
"Oooh, now that I understood. So then do you only talk like that to sound cool? Because let me tell you, you sound like an idiot. Who here actually fucking talks like that?"
Harry bites his lip.
Will you please just intervene? You know how he hates talking to Hades, you're being cruel and selfish when we still have things to learn.
Like what? What else do you need to know?
Why he's putting so much effort into goading my Prince. He isn't usually so crude in his insults. That was just unnecessary and beneath him.
He snorts only to hold up his hands when Harry looks at him with wounded eyes.
"Ha, even Firebug thinks so," Hades laughs.
"Shut it," He glares at the god, before he turns back to Harry, "ain't shit wrong with the way you talk. I like it."
Harry blinks at him before a small smile curves his lips.
He nods before he turns back to Senior, "what's really got your panties in a twist?"
Hades narrows his eyes.
"What?" He rolls his eyes, "ya ain't usually so-"
Uncouth.
The fuck-
Uncivilized then.
Um, no.
Loutish.
What are you on?
Fine. Rude.
"Rude."
Was that so hard?
"Moi? Rude? How dare you." Hades crosses his arms over his chest, "I'll have you know that Spirit sickness is no laughing matter."
That's hardly a reason to demean someone for-
Oh my fucking-
"That's a piss poor excuse," He rolls his eyes, "'parently." he adds under his breath.
"Apparently?" Hades leans forward with a grin on his face, "aparent to whom?"
Heat blossoms on his cheeks, "jus' stop stoopin'."
Hades chuckles, "I'd be worried if it was just you who was the supposed leader of the Isle, but at least you have a reasonable better half."
"Reasonable?" He scoffs, "the fuck- Wait-" His brow furrows.
You've actually been fucking writing to him!? I thought-
Yes T, keep up. You promised to keep him entertained.
Yeah, I fucking promised.
"The fuck do you-" He glances at Harry.
T, that's hardly the object of interest here. What did he-
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh no what?
The Spider.
He stills.
Harry's hand comes down hard on his shoulder, "do that be why the Goblins be followin' yer orders?"
"Wha- No," He shakes his head in slow denial, "they've always- No. Jus' no."
"That is true, enough I suppose," Hades shrugs, "fuckin' Fairy was always going on an' on an' on about how good help was hard to come by that wasn't swayed by some idiotic little fly."
"Yeah," he quickly agrees, "that. That's why."
Hades frowns as he taps a finger against the side of his lips, "I guess it only made the filthy cave dwellers all the more loyal," he spits the word out as if it were disgusting, "when she went and named the Spider her son and successor."
His stomach turns-
T-
He grimaces as a pit drops into his rebelling stomach.
Oh, how he hated that tone.
No. Whatever you're thinking- The Spider's dead. Died in the earth attack-
Earthquake. But T-
No. I don't want to fucking-
"If you're gonna piss yourself," Hades grimaces before he shoos with one hand, "at least get off the rug."
His eyes widen, before he turns to Hades with a scowl, "ain't gonna piss myself."
"Ya sure? Cause that's the exact look you had on your face when you stood on that stage and killed the rest of the filth."
"Nuh-uh." He crosses his arms.
"Uh-huh," Hades snorts before he weakly claps his hands together, "I'm convinced, how 'bout you, Guyliner?"
Harry groans before he reaches out and tugs him off balance until he's leaning against Harry's shoulder, "he be fine, why don'nah ya just be ah layin' off 'im?"
Heat licks his cheeks when relief floods him.
Asshole.
Misery does love company…
The fucks that got to-
He's clearly uncomfortable-
Tch. No he ain't-
She sighs.
How is it you are the one who struggles- No matter. There are more pressing matters. Namely, Spirit Sickness.
Oh yeah-
"So, Spirit Sickness?"
"Oh, now you fucking care," Hades grumbles before he wiggles further into the bed, pouting as he presses back into the pillows propping him up.
"Well, I mean-" he looks away, "if it had to do with all that shit…" He shrugs.
You can do better than that. It's like you don't want him to talk.
"It's gotta fuckin' be-" his nose scrunches. "Shit. Which, ya know, you're you… So like-" He grimaces.
Was this what was wrong with D? Why she hadn't woken up?
Hades glares over his clutched blanket, "I'm me so?"
He glances up at Harry before he looks away with a sigh, "ain't gonna say I'm worried."
"As if I need a stupid, puny mortal who can't even do his fucking job worried about me."
He lifts his brow, "as I said, ain't gonna say it."
Hades falls limp against the pillows, "but, yeah, it's gross. I haven't felt like this since I first donned the role."
"So," He glances at Harry again with a frown.
Now you care about his ire? Man up.
Bite. Me.
Bitch.
"Like, if it affected you like this- Think D could'ah, caught it too?"
Hades rolls his eyes, "I wish. I've done everything to groom her into a demi of death, but despite my best efforts- "
He tilts his head, "an' you have like, practice doin' that? Groomin' demi-gods? Cause, like-" He eyes him skeptically, "ya might suck at it."
"One, ew, that means mating with mortals and do I fucking look like my stupid brothers? Kitten was a mistake, but one I am trying to make the best of."
He sighs at her noise of annoyance.
Bastard, I told him to stop-
"Two, I do not suck at inflicting incidents to force powers."
His eyes sweep over the god several times, "so, you enlisted my help with it because…?"
"Desperation and a hint of curiosity? Not my fault she's fucking muse touched, not death touched-" he rubs his chin, "except when she gets upset, apparently. But even that stopped."
Muse-
"The fuck does that mean?"
"That she's not a demi of death, that's what it fucking means!" Hades snaps before he turns on his side, "oh how you all must love being around her."
"Huh," He crosses his arms..
Deez would at least be happy to hear that.
He lifts his brow, was the god jealous of his daughter?
"I mean yeah," He shrugs, "she's someone worth being around."
Play nice.
Hades humphs as he pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulder.
He rolls his eyes, typical.
Dish it out all day, and then chokes on it.
"Look, ain't tryin' ta do-" he gestures to the god, "what ever this is- But, like, if you have any fucks to give for her- For whatever reason- Then seriously, can she catch it too?"
The lump on the bed blurs, and before he can make sense of the sudden motion he feels a hand at his throat.
"Whoa!" Harry's eyes widen.
"What does that mean?" Hades asks as he lowers himself to make uncomfortable, direct eye contact.
He diverts his eyes, swallowing hard as the hand tightens.
Well… That was a reaction.
"She ain't woke up since it took her down."
He feels his feet leave the floor as Hades stands to his full height, "since that filthy wave-"
"Dude!" He instantly grabs onto the gods forearms and pulls himself up to ease the pressure, "no, since the ritual."
"Of dark magic and souls washed over everything under the fucking barrier?"
"Oh, yeah, then that."
"Senior, please!" Harry jumps and grabs onto the god's arm, "please, be ah puttin' 'im down an' we can be-"
"Taking me to my daughter?" His hand tightens around his throat until his eyes bulge, the pressure making him choke and gasp for air.
He grips onto the god's wrist tighter, the fuck-
He's worried.
Bull shit!
"Aye! Aye!," Harry drops and holds out his hand, "deal mate, deal."
Air rushes into his lungs the moment Hades drops him to shake Harry's hand.
"Since the imps are too incompitent to even find my fucking notebook, or paper of any me-damn kind, this will have to do."
Harry glares as he jerks his hand away before he kneels, "ya be okay?" He asks as he holds a hand out.
"I ain't dead," he shrugs before he lets Harry help him to his feet. He rubs his raw throat as he glares at the god, "prick."
Hades shrugs, "but not a villain."
He rolls his eyes, "no, not a villain." He turns to Harry, "wanna give Umes a heads up?"
"Aye." Harry quickly reaches into his bag.
"You could have led with my Kitten not waking up, so it's on you too." Hades crosses his arms over his chest, "mortal footing around like that. I thought you hated beating bushes."
He lifts his brow.
Jealous and petulant?
"Wasn't the main reason I came," he shrugs.
He yelps when he's once more pulled off his feet and forced to stare into the god's angry yellow eyes.
"You're fucking job is to report to me about her, how is her falling to wake up not something worth reporting?"
"Not a power- Didn't. Care."
"It affects if I will be able to get free of this- this-" his grip tightens, "If that's the way you want it, then you can now consider it part of the deal, you little semantic-ing asshole."
He scrambles for purchase as his hand closes tighter around his throat, "heard." He gasps. "Mistake."
"Huge mistake." Hades nods before he drops him again.
Once more he rubs his raw throat, "moody fuck."
"If ya be done tryin' ta kill me mate," Harry glares at the god as he slips the notebook back into his bag, "Uma ain'nah bein' happy, but she be waitin'."
"Cool," he pushes Harry in front of him, wanting as much distance between the pirate and volatile god as possible, "lead the way Hook."
Hades hesitates, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, "and she's still asleep?"
He sighs, "yeah."
"We be ready-"
"Can it, Guyliner, and get your ass moving!" Hades pushes past the two of them, grumbling angrily.
But his curiosity piques when he catches, "of fucking course. So stupid."
He lifts his brow as he falls into step behind the god, keeping between him and Hook. "ain't it just."
So-
Who the fuck was expecting that?
Senior is just so dramatic, sometimes *eye roll*
But, anyways-
T is usually a bit unstable, but fuck man-
He fucking lost it on SR when he realized that all souls end up in the same place.
And talk about a bizarre way to be offered a job.
But damn, the fuck is happening with D? If this is what that shit did to Sr, wtf do you think it's doing to D?
Personally I'm fucking worried-
She's always been so sensitive, this will not be good at all.
And what the fuck is Sr planning exactly?
And wtf do you think Faustina and Sr talk about, exactly?
And the fuck do you think they're going to do about the Spider?
Much love and shit
-Twisted