A Chthonic Hero

DISCLAIMER: Danmachi belongs to its respective owners. This story is a fan-made depiction of a fan what-if route of the original work and the characters in it abide by the fictional laws in the setting.

Story Commissioned by a Patr'on

[Chapter 4] Proavus et filius

Part 4

"I'm sorry, you're what?"

He couldn't blame her, really.

"Hades's nephew."

"What?"

"And I'm his aunt!"

"Right… I need a vacation."

Looking back, Bell mused that he probably could've went about introducing himself to the guild in a much better way.

He blamed Demeter, really.

Oh, and Hekate too, for good measure.

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An hour earlier and at the Southeastern gates of Orario, there is an elated Goddess of the Harvest suffocating one young man of white hair, who just so happens to be her 'new' nephew, and whose name is coincidentally the same as our protagonist, and that is: Bell Cranel.

The reason behind Demeter's happiness was the letter that her little brother left for her, and the fact that she had a new family member to dote and spoil on for the next century or more if the contents of the letter were anything to go by.

Sadly, Bell as he was now, was mostly mortal, so Demeter had to release him lest she actually end up suffocating to death her nephew.

"—Ahk," Bell inhaled a giant gulp of air then coughed several times before he finally managed to look at the Goddess of Harvest sheepishly smiling at him. For almost a full minute, Demeter had him seeing his uncle across the Styx river telling him to turn around and return to the living. "Please don't do that again, Goddess…"

"I make no promises." Demeter giggled behind her hand before enveloping Bell's arm within her bosom, "I'm just so happy to have been blessed with such an adorable nephew like you."

Adorable…?

Him?

"I am not adorable." Bell protested but made no move to push Demeter off him, it would be rude of him to do so.

"Ufufu, yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"Mhmm~"

"I refuse to be called adorable."

"Then how about cute?"

…

"You know what, Goddess? Adorable doesn't sound that bad."

"I'm glad you're seeing things my way."

Bell knew a losing battle when he saw one, what with Hekate often putting him at the receiving end of them. It seemed that most Goddesses had a penchant for always having their way, in one manner or another.

"Now that I think about it… What are you doing out here, Goddess Demeter?" Bell knew from his uncle that most Gods were forbidden from leaving Orario, with some exceptions.

"Most of the land around here belongs to my Familia." Demeter pressed her left cheek with her index finger, "And today we're supposed to deliver our products to the locales affiliated with us, which includes the Guild."

Oh, so that's why she was heading to the Guild.

How lucky of him.

"Speaking of deliveries, I believe that's our ride." Demeter pointed at a carriage in the distance, followed by what seemed to be a literal caravan of carts filled to the brim with products that were barely hidden beneath tarps.

It didn't take more than a minute before the carriage stopped on the road besides them, pulled by one of the biggest horses Bell had ever seen and with nobody pulling the reins for it from the carriage itself either. Perhaps, a sentient beast and not an animal?

The carriage door opened on its own too, leaving Bell to wonder for a second if Goddess Demeter was using her Arcanum to manipulate the vehicle until a head with bright blond hair peeked from the entryway.

"Sorry for arriving so late mom!" The young woman on the carriage spoke hastily, "Viena and Karim couldn't find Eugene, so we left him behind before it became too late…"

Mom?

"That's alright my dear. Perhaps, Eugene is still dealing with those problematic bulls that the Maris Familia sold us last month." Demeter replied with a small frown before she changed her expression into a more ditsy one. "Let's not waste any more time."

"Yes!" The girl went back inside the carriage without acknowledging Bell's presence.

Bell felt annoyed for a split second after being ignored, but he couldn't blame the young woman since his presence was either too obvious or too damn hard to detect. Not that he could stew in his thoughts for long because Demeter pulled him towards the cart.

She climbed in first, with a little bit of Bell's help who held her hand to support the Goddess until it was his turn to step inside and take a seat where Demeter happily patted besides her.

Thus, Bell ended up with his elbow tucked inside Demeter's bosom yet again and having a staring competition with the blond-haired woman from earlier.

From head to toe, she had long blond hair tied in a neat low-side ponytail that fell over one of her shoulders, with a few highlights of silver and red on her fringe. She had a farmer's hat at the top of her head, bright orange with a sunflower patterned ribbon. Her face was much like Demeter's, except less refined but sharper.

She wore a mix of an elbow-sleeved bright white shirt with a low cut that showed another glaring similitude with Demeter, with a slim body shape to boot, and faded-blue pants with slight patches of dirt clinging to her long legs that were crossed over at the moment, and her feet were hidden by muddy farmer boots.

As for her face itself, her eyes sparkled between colors similar to honey and bright foliage, with features that really cemented her similitude with Demeter.

Oh, and she had dirt stuck over her nose bridge too…

"Oh my!"

—Bell flinched, retracting his hand before it could've started its journey to clean the dirt.

"I forgot to introduce you two." Demeter palmed her forehead before snuggling Bell's arm tighter. "Darling, this is your cousin. Bell Cranel." The Goddess smiled at the flabbergasted woman across them and then whispered to Bell, "She is my daughter, Persephone."

Oh.

"Blood—" Bell cut himself off before the crass question could find its way out of his mouth, he blamed Hekate. "Errk. Nice to meet you, Miss Persephone."

"Li-likewise," Persephone mumbled, seemingly just as confused about the whole introduction as Bell was. "You look a lot like… Never mind. I didn't know I had a cousin…"

Bell kind of did, but only by mentions and without any physical description. "You don't have to consider me as such if its too bothersome, it's not exactly like I'm blood-related to the family."

Hades was his uncle, but Bell sure as Hell did not have Hades' blood running through his veins; nor did he have Demeter's either, so he couldn't really call Persephone his cousin.

"Nonsense!" Demeter hastily chastised Bell with light pats to his shoulder, "Blood does not make the family, but the bonds we have with one another."

Bell immediately chuckled, "Uncle Hades says the same thing."

"Hades?" Persephone perked up, "You're Hades' nephew!?"

Since Bell hadn't taken his eyes off Persephone, he noticed the sudden change in her expression which left him wondering quite a few things, but it was not his place to ask, or at least not in front of Goddess Demeter.

"Yes. He raised me alongside Hekate for the last fourteen years— Er, I should say fifteen now since my birthday is in two months…" Bell chuckled softly.

"Oh wow, you're much younger than you look." Persephone leaned back in her seat, "If you said you were eighteen, I would've immediately believed you."

Was that a compliment…?

Bell merely smiled and kept his thoughts to himself, barely.

Years of responding to Hekate's quips had ingrained him with the urge to quip back with the first thing that popped in his mind which more often than not, was something crass.

It was with such restrain that Bell conversed with Goddess Demeter and her daughter, Persephone, as they transported Demeter Familia's goods to several different stores all over Orario. The roads were busy, and the stops that Demeter had to make to speak with the store owners made the journey take over two hours or more, Bell paid more attention to Persephone than time itself.

From Persephone and Goddess Demeter, Bell learned way more about the city than anything God Hermes had told him about, mostly because Hermes's intel focused solely on the red-light districts or the shady bars and inns that the… talkative God frequented.

Bell even created a somewhat working mental map of Orario based on the stores they stopped at and the places where the concentration of Death was the highest. His uncle and God Hermes certainly hadn't understated just how bad Orario suffered when Evilus raided the city.

There were very few places in the world that had such high concentration of death, compared to the places that Bell had gone with Hades and Hekate.

The different Hells not counting, obviously.

'So much meaningless death…'

Is what Bell thought several times, and his discomfort must've shown because he would pause mid-conversation to look out the carriage windows to pinpoint and memorize the location of the harrowing spots, but neither Goddess Demeter nor Persephone called him out on it.

'…'

Bell palmed his necklace in response.

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After many turns, Bell and company finally arrived at where Bell wanted to go.

The Guild, or as Persephone had kindly taught him: The Pantheon.

Quite the interesting choice for the building's name but it made sense to Bell, what with the Guild being in charge of coordinating all the Familias in the city and any would-be adventurer alike.

He was the first to step off the carriage and then he helped Demeter and Persephone do the same. Two mumbled thanks later, Bell fixed his clothes before addressing the two women.

"Thank you very much for the ride, Goddess Demeter." Bell lightly bowed with a hand to his heart, "And it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Persephone."

"It was nothing love." Demeter gave him another version of her kind smiles.

"Likewise, Mister Bell." Persephone replied with an equally kind smile, showing Bell how truly mother and daughter were alike.

If either said that they were blood-related, Bell would've believed them then and there, but he never got around asking the question again.

And he wouldn't do so now, either.

He stood there for a few seconds longer, awkwardly tapping the cobble streets with Hekate's staff. "I guess this is where we part ways?"

"Hmmmmm" Demeter hummed for long while palming her cheeks, worry clearly etched on her face. "It would be but I fear that if I leave you alone then you may somehow lose your way again despite being right in front of the Guild…"

"Ah." Bell paused.

…

"That… may happen." Bell awkwardly looked away and ignored the dainty giggle of Persephone behind her mother.

"You really have to work on your sense of direction, Mister Bell." Persephone giggled. She turned to her mother and asked, 'Why don't you accompany him, mom? I can take of the distribution from here."

He immediately waved his free hand in denial, "No, no! I wouldn't wish to impose any further."

But he was promptly ignored.

"That's a good idea!" Demeter clapped in an 'aha!' manner, "Then I'll see you later at home darling."

"Yes mom." Persephone gave a quick hug to her mother before turning around and making hand signals to the rest of caravan behind.

'Haa… Goddess truly always have their way, in one form or another.'

Persephone turned to Bell one last time before leaving, with a confident smile and said, "I trust you'll take care of my mother, Mister Bell?"

His response?

"With my whole being, if need be, Miss Persephone."

Satisfied with Bell's response, Persephone left with a light heart.

Demeter lightly fanned her reddened face while Bell's back was to her, his eyes trailing after the leaving caravan. 'Is he aware of the weight of his words…?'

Funnily enough, Bell's response reminded Demeter of her little brother and his penchant for taking absolutely everything way too seriously.

And, funnily enough, Bell completely misunderstood why Persephone spoke those words.

'Maybe the city's still not safe. It would explain why Demeter was outside Orario and waited for her Familia rather than move alone.'

With that thought, Bell exhaled what little air he had left in his lungs before borrowing a certain Goddess' attitude. His face blanked, his eyelids lowered as his sight narrowed, his neck and shoulders tensed, the grip of his staff changed into a combat-ready stance, and he flowed magic into his legs to move at a moment's notice.

The change did not go unnoticed, neither by Demeter nor the populace nearby.

How could it be?

Death had taken form and reminded everyone of their own mortality, after all.

And when Death spoke, chills went down Demeter's spine.

"Goddess Demeter."

His eyes held no kindness, no carefreeness… they gave away nothing in that moment.

"Shall we?"

Bell's hand, offered, looked benign and evil to Demeter—

But…

—She still took Bell's hand in hers, a carefree smile that wouldn't have looked out of place on a lady who'd fallen in love all over again adorned the Goddess's face.

…There very few who knew what Death hid beneath its evil, after all.

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And that's how Bell scared everyone in line to the Guild counter, ended up waiting for two different Guild Receptionist to trade places, before he finally managed to explain his situation to a third Guild Receptionist closer to his age, with Demeter hanging off his arm while she giggled to herself every few seconds.

"I'm sorry, you're what?"

—Or at least, he was trying to explain his situation, that is.

He couldn't blame the Guild Receptionist, really.

"Hades's nephew."

The elven —er, half-elven woman took off her round glasses, polished them, put them back on, and proceeded to squint in disbelief at him over the counter that separated them.

"What?"

Then again, it's not like someone could just walk into the Guild and claim to be family to one of the more important Gods in the cycle of life and death.

"And I'm his aunt!"

And Demeter, with her statement, wasn't of much help either.

The Goddess stood beside him, almost clinging to his—Scratch that, she was all but pushing her entire weight onto him. It's not like she was heavy per-see but, well… his aunt did have some of the biggest he'd ever seen, and felt too for that matter…

"Right." The half-elven with bob-cut brown hair and soft emerald eyes kneaded her forehead, "I need a vacation."

"If it's any help, my uncle did tell me that I could hand in this letter written by him to someone at the Guild and they could verify my claim." Bell handed said letter to the receptionist and waited patiently while she unsealed it then read it.

It took her a minute at most to read it, but around five to fully comprehend and set down the letter with such a blank face that Bell felt bad for the half-elven girl.

"I've… verified the letter and the veracity to your claim." Her voice was professional, nonetheless. "If you would be so kind as to wait here for a moment while I contact Great Lord Ouranos."

Why would she… "Sure, I'm sorry for the stress by the way."

"It's…." She seemed to look at him in a better light after his comment, "It's fine. I'll be back in a moment."

Bell took that moment to look around and appreciate the decorations inside the Guild and gain a better understanding of where everything was, though he couldn't focus on that too much because many others in the lobby were eyeing him weirdly or with ill-intent.

That probably had to do with the Goddess squeezing his arm with her breasts as if her life depended on it, not that he could do anything about it without upsetting Goddess Demeter. She must've really loved and missed her family if she was giving him so much affection in their stead, right?

He wondered when was the last time that Goddess Demeter had seen her brothers and sisters...?

Maiden Hera had left Orario around fifteen years ago, the same as Zeus who had to escape the city. Uncle Hades didn't leave his side for the 15 years that he raised Bell, and Bell didn't know the whereabouts of God Poseidon.

That only left Goddess Hestia whom he knew had only recently descended, so that already meant that Demeter hadn't seen any of them for a loooong time, or was it a short time considering they could live for eternity...?

Either way, Bell paid no mind to Goddess Demeter clingy attitude or her random silent giggling.

"Sorry for the wait."

—Bell jumped, startled by the half-elf voice.

"If you would please follow me."

Bell relaxed and nodded. He followed after the Guild Receptionist as best as he could with Demeter holding onto his elbow.

The trio walked through a door at the back of the main lobby before going down a set of stairs, then another set of spiral stairs awaited them before they had to walk through a long hallway where there were no more decorations.

After that, yet another set of stairs awaited them, then they passed through another darker hallway, slid down an inclined corridor, walked through a literal catwalk, only to find yet another massive spiral staircase.

Just when Bell thought they had finally arrived because they stopped at a set of giant stone doors at the end of another dark corridor, the half-elf pushed them open to reveal… yet another longer and even darker hallway with another visible set of stairs at the end.

Bell stopped counting their steps or paying attention after that and merely followed without much thought.

He would come to regret doing so.

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Was it Bell's imagination or were they taking far too long to reach wherever they were going?

The half-elf seemed as uncomfortable as him, maybe because they hadn't spoken a word ever since they started walking.

It's not like he didn't want to talk but because there wasn't really anything that he could talk about with the receptionist, though she seemed to have a topic in mind that she didn't know how to breach since she had tilted her head several times to ask something but stopped herself from doing so.

And she did it yet again, turning her head towards him with an almost giant question mark floating above her face if that was possible.

"Yes…?" Bell decided on opening the conversation first.

"Ah, well… If you don't mind me asking, how are you and Lord Hades related…?" She trailed off, unsure if her question had been formulated properly.

"Uncle Hades raised me for the last fifteen years." Bell explained as he fixed his vest, "I'm not blood related to him, but blood is not what defines family."

The half-elf slowly nodded at that nugget of wisdom, her eyes shining with newfound curiosity. "What is he like? Lord Hades, that is."

"Strict." Bell shuddered, "And smart. He's probably the smartest God I've ever met so far, but I guess that's a given since his domain requires that much wisdom to lord over."

The half-elf eyes shone brighter at that, "You speak as if you've been there…"

Bell ruefully smiled but did not respond this time.

The half-elf hmph'ed, arms crossed, "It's not nice to lead a lady on."

"Sorry but I can't divulge that information." Bell honestly apologized, "Were it not for my familial bond with uncle Hades, I'm certain that other Gods related to our domain would've smitten me down for knowing too much."

The half-elf slowly nodded, her curiosity appeased by an actual response, but she was still interested, nonetheless. There was one word that gave her pause and it was Bell's use of 'our domain' instead of referring to it as 'Hades domain'.

However, before she could inquire about that, she noticed that they were about to arrive at Great Lord Ouranos's abode.

The duo crossed the umpteenth dark corridor into another extremely dark hallway before finding the final set of doors for their journey. The door themselves were unassuming, made of solid wood with no discernable design or engravings on it whatsoever.

"We're here."

But the half-elf confirmed that they were indeed the doors to their final destination.

"Damned Hells, that was long." Bell grunted, the half-elf silently agreed with his thoughts. "Was I expected, or do I have to wait?"

The half-elf gathered her breath, "Expected. We can go in immediately if you're ready."

"Thank you." Bell bowed in gratitude before pushing open the unassuming doors—

—A sinister pressure befell him.

His whole being warned him of an abnormality waiting in the dark room ahead, his body trembled to the point that Bell didn't dare step forward at all.

If he walked into that room.

As he was.

He would surely meet his instant and permanent death.

"Are you sure this is the correct place?" Bell asked through pursed lips.

"Yes," The half-elf responded as she tried to walk into that room, "It i—"

Tried.

Because Bell sure as Hell did not let her cross through the doorframe.

He pulled the half-elf by the waist, pressing her back against his chest, and held both of his arms around her in a protective stance, with Hekate's staff pointing towards the room and humming with his magic to be used at a moment's notice.

"Wha—"

He stopped the half-elf from speaking by covering her mouth with the same hand that he'd pulled her with, all the while hoping that he had been fast enough in doing so before the abnormality within the room could detect them.

Alas, his presence had long since been detected by it.

"Interesting."

A daunting, deep, voice reverberated everywhere, the power underlying in it made Bell's brain tremble.

His thoughts, muddled, didn't stop Bell from tensing in preparation for a fight, though he knew very well that all it would take was another word to be uttered by the unknown entity and his body would explode.

Still, Bell's nature overrode his instincts, and he repositioned the petrified half-elf behind him as he readied Hekate's Staff for the upcoming fight.

The weapon he held with both hands gave him comfort, the magic at the tip of his tongue gave him a false sense of security, and he was all but ready to defend himself and the half-elf if only to live for a second longer.

Any second now, the abnormality would attack.

Any second.

Any—

"Grandfather!" Demeter's voice broke the silence and Bell felt himself being pulled. "Please stop teasing my adorable nephew!"

His head bounced off Demeter's bosom, but her arms secured him in a protective embrace while the Goddess glared at the invisible entity within the room.

…

Grandfather...?

"Hm. Very well."

The pressure disappeared at once.

The darkness hiding everything from sight did too.

Huh…?

Doors, corridors, hallways, stairs… They had never passed through any of those.

From the very beginning, Bell and company had been standing by the entrance of one single, enormously round, room with imposing pillars scattered in a circle on the outer edge. At the very center of the room rested a raised stone throne, and sitting atop that throne was an old man with pale skin, dressed in black robes that partially revealed his face, hands, and the soles of his feet.

He was someone Bell recognized.

There was no mistaking those gruff, stern, old and squared features of the old man on the throne, nor the light golden locks that shimmered in silver and gold from the Divinity passively radiating beneath his pale skin.

Ouranos.

Bell understood then, what happened to them, to him.

The Great God had cast a spell on him and the half-elf long before they entered his abode, a spell so potent that Bell had completely forgotten that Demeter was accompanying him all this time. If the Goddess hadn't intervened, then Bell had no idea how long it would've taken him to escape that spell.

Bell's magic had tried to warm him of the spell, that's why he felt such an abnormality earlier but his magic stood no chance when pressured by Ouranos's Divinity.

None of that was a fun experience whatsoever, and it showed on Bell's face.

"Great Lord Ouranos!?" The half-elf squeaked behind him. "Wh— weren't we just outside your room? Wait, never mind! Sorry for intruder sir!"

Ouranos raised one palm, 'At ease, Eina Tulle. You have my gratitude for bringing this individual to my attention."

"Y-yes sir!" Eina's eyes widened. Never did she expect for someone so important like the Great Lord Ouranos to know her name, especially since the Guild could only communicate with him through his selected proxies.

Ouranos continued, "Wait outside while I share a few words with these two, if you would."

"Yes sir!" Eina saluted and rushed out of the room.

Left behind were Demeter who still held Bell in her protective hug, and Bell whose lungs were about to give up on him for the second time that day.

Bell carefully palmed Demeter's arms so she would release him which she did, albeit the Goddess still took it upon herself to act as a shield for him by standing slightly in front of him.

For once, Bell did not feel like trying to be the knight in shining armor who would stand in front of the damsel in distress because, currently, he was very much the damsel in distress.

He had Ouranos interest, and what the Great God had done with his Divinity led Bell to believe that was being tested.

For what, he did not know.

"At ease, mortal child."

'Easier said than done.'

"I have been waiting for you." Ouranos tone deepened in comparison to how he'd addressed the half-elf.

"Whyfor?" Well, sh— Salvage it, Bell! "I mean. Have you, Sir?"

Ouranos lip twitched.

"I see the effects a certain Goddess has had on your upbringing… Nevertheless, to answer your question. You have become someone who is closer to us than any mortal in the last millennia. I believe you are smart enough to figure out my reasons with that alone, no?"

Bell restrained himself from verbally responding and nodded instead.

He was no fool as to what his existence entailed, more so with what Hekate had done to keep him alive when he should've died.

Like his uncle Hades, Bell had control over the realm of the dead, and that alone made him someone to keep an eye on at all times depending on how he used his magic.

That was most likely why Ouranos tested him earlier.

When placed in a situation where his death was guaranteed, how would he react when someone else was in danger with him?

Would he value his life above others?

Or would he forfeit others for himself?

Would he purposefully let someone else die so he could use his magic to resurrect them and cling to the unfeasibly small chance of prolonging his life for a little longer?

Granted, the half-elf was a complete stranger to him, but it was precisely because of that lack of closeness that his morals were tested.

It would've been easy to accept the half-elf's death and move on as if it didn't matter simply because they were strangers…

But he hadn't done that.

And so many layers of his personality were displayed in that brief moment, in that simple decision.

Bell was certain that if Ouranos hadn't tolerated what he'd seen, then Bell would've died regardless of Demeter's actions.

But that test was only for his nature.

"Tell me, boy. What have you come to Orario for?"

Therefore, he still had to answer with all honesty to the Great God looking down at him, studying him, waiting for him to slip so he could put an end to his aberrant existence that de—

—Demeter took his hand, "It's okay sweetie, auntie Demeter is here with you."

Bell shut his eyes and took a moment to reorganize his mind, finding solace and comfort in the fingers caressing his hand. Ouranos presence had affected him way more than he would like to admit…

"I am not sure why I came to Orario."

Bell clutched Demeter's fingers like they were his lifeline as he continued.

"Neither gramps nor uncle told me why they wanted me to come to Orario, but at least uncle said I would find my purpose in this place…"

After all, if Bell had wanted, then he could've just asked Hekate to take him to anywhere else in the world.

Zeus had only made Hades promise to raise him for fifteen years. Anything after that, Bell was free to do whatever he wished.

Yet he still came to Orario at their suggestion.

"You would live a life similar to your parents and learn more about them that way…"

But that was only a suggestion, after all.

So, then…

Why Orario?

The answer was… repeating himself.

"I am not sure why, yet." Bell sighed, frustrated for the first time in months. "But I'm sure I'll figure out why, in time."

Ouranos thinly smiled.

"See to it that you will. Mayhap, our next meeting will be on friendlier terms then."

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"I'm sorry for involving you in familiar matters, Miss Eina."

Demeter apologized to the preoccupied half-elf waiting for them outside of Ouranos's prayer room.

'It is no problem, Goddess Demeter." Eina replied with uncertainty in her voice. "I will think of this event as another opportunity from which I can learn and gain more experience from!"

While her words were true, Eina did not want to be involved in something like that ever again.

If only she knew…

"My~ I love your positivity." Demeter cooed. She sighed, "If only all my children looked at life the that you do."

Eina awkwardly laughed in response.

"I will bring you a homemade tart the next time I visit the Guild in reparations for toady's troubles." Demeter said.

"Thank you for your kindness, Goddess."

While the Demeter and Eina continued their one-sided conversation as they walked back to the main lobby of the Guild, Bell quietly followed along.

Ouranos had given him a lot to think about.

And quite the tall order to accomplish too.

To find his purpose.

If only it was that easy…

Bell could say that he had no ill intentions all he wanted but that would not change his capability to create untold unrest in the mortal world with his magic.

Therefore, he had to show that he wouldn't end up doing that.

But how?

…

No immediate answer appeared in his brain.

Oh well…

All he could do was wing it and pray that Ouranos would, at the very least, give him the courtesy of granting him a painless death if he failed.

If only staying alive was as easy as remaining dead…

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Author's Note: Same Bell, same... At least you got to feel Demeter honkers, kek.

- Jas / Shiiva