The fallen.

Chapter 14.

HADES' POV

It is hazy. The air feels too humid for my skin. Perhaps its because this is the first time I'm sharing a mind space with a human teenager before, perhaps not.
I looked behind me and saw Cerberus the three headed giant dog, staring down at me with all it's six eyes full of judgement. In it's defense I knew what I was doing was wrong, filling the boy's mind with false feelings of infatuation for that stranger girl.
"Don't gimme that look Cerberus, this child was thinking he could talk down at me, order me around. I won't be having that, I am the great Hades. The ignorant toddler should know his place"
A gentle purr escapes the depths of Cerberus' gut. How I understand his language remains a mystery to me, perhaps it was because we were both birthed eons ago from the same womb and have been inseparable since, perhaps not.
"Of course I'll hold up my end of the bargain, it won't be a good look if the lord of souls were to break a deal he made with a powerless, testosterone driven human, will it? No and moreover I don't need Holocaust, Charlatan, Leviathan, Zero and Armageddon. Never particular liked the lot of them. All arse kissing hogs, they can be reduced to smithereens, fat lot I care!*
Another purr.
"Why I have made him feel false infatuation? The answer is simple, after he kills those five and I get Full control of his body, I won't completely take over, I'll make sure he hangs on to his consciousness by a thread, then while he watches powerlessly from within, I shall snuff the life out of that female and let his already broken heart burn!"
At this point I could hear my voice becoming a tone of two louder than normal. I was getting worked up over nothing, with a smile a sit on the Rocky floor and lean on Cerberus, closing my eyes and basking in the bliss that was to come. After a few minutes I didn't know when I was overcome by soliloquy.
"Myopia, the scourge of mankind which dates as far back as time itself. Most people fail to see the abundance of wonder that lies far ahead of them , but rather focus on the little things that lie in front of them. They fail to see both the real and the ethereal. The ordinary and the extra ordinary.
They fail to look through the veil and see..... the chaotic peace."
It was either that or we're just idealistic fucks who's population has grown so much that the abyss can no longer contain us so we have to encroach on other realms, but what happens next? A single demon can produce over a million offspring in a week. Before long, we're gonna be back at square one. Tsk! It's all a drag, leave the future's problems for the future right?.

UNIVERSAL POV

Helios stands between Azreal and Celio, His arms raised and ready for combat.
"Your power. It's dark energy, dark energy isn't supposed to work in here right?"
"Right. I guess I was using a far greater energy than this place could handle" Celio replies with a shrug.
"Then what the hell are you?" Azreal blurts.
"I mean you no harm, You can call me Celio. And you are?"
"None of your business!" Azreal answers with growing indignantion and confusion. What is this guy's deal? What is he about? What does he want?
"Relax. I have no ulterior motive. I want nothing but to know your name." He suddenly says.
With a raised eyebrow, she wonders if he read her mind.
"Yes. Actually I did read your mind. Azreal Vulcan, daughter of the fallen angel Vulcan, also known as the second sun."
"You creep! Stay out of my mind!" She yells.
"My apologies, that was rude of me. And now that you have voiced your displeasure I shall be sure not to do it again"
Helios who had been watching in silence, suddenly cuts in. "It's not hard actually. Using an amount of dark Energy this place can't handle, perhaps the reason I couldn't do it before was because I assumed it was impossible, However;"
The temperature around them rapidly begins to rise.
"Now that I've seen you do it, I've realized it's very much possible" In a split second, he manages to focus all the heat he had been building up in one spot and Releases it as a tiny heat blast of over 300 degrees which travels straight for Celio's forehead.
The suddenly increment in temperature immediately throws him off balance and as he was about to fall, another heat blast connects with that same spot on his forehead, causing him to land back first unconscious on the marble floor.
"That's about as much power as I could muster. He'll be awake soon, come on let's bounce" Even before completing his command, his sister takes the hint and turns around running for the exit and he follows suit.
Hardly had they bounded into the hot bright exterior of the temple did they hear a voice from behind them, a voice with every syllable laden with bloodlust.
"You shouldn't have done that"
Celio was standing there, his eyes now red again and his long white hair standing as if riddled with static electricity. His body exudes a really nasty aura which paralyses the siblings in fear. That word begins to resonate in his mind again.
Mine!
Mine! Not yours! Mine!
He raises a hand and points it at Helios whom his twisted mind made out to be a despicable villain trying to take away what was his.
"Those who take away what is mine.... Will have something precious taken from them too."
Helios feels his stomach lurch as he was suddenly lifted 6ft into the air by an unseen force.
"I shall take away your time from you. All of it!"
As he makes this declaration, Helios' skin suddenly begins to wrinkle, his hair turning grey and his back stooping a bit. He was aging! Before three seconds, he could easily be mistaken for a century old man. Azreal could only stand and scream in terror.
"Noooooooooooooooooooo!! Stooooop!!!. Pleeeeeease!!"
Celio would not have any of her plea as he was hell bent on making his offender pay the ultimate price. "Oh such tenacious life force. I have aged you well over a hundred but yet you still cling to life...." Before he was able to finish his salutation, Helios drops to the ground, complete shrivelled up and lifeless.
"Oh? I guess it was too soon to compliment you"
He fixes a gaze on Azreal who was no longer yelling, instead she was petrified by an invisible force. Could it be fear? He wondered.
After watching her for a few seconds, he instantly fades away from sight and appears in front of her, cradling her in his arms and pressing her head to his chest. By now his eyes were no longer red and his hair had fallen back to his shoulders.

AZREAL'S POV

What is this? No, this isn't right. This man just murdered my brother in the most gruesome way possible. No, this isn't a man, it can't be. Men are weak creatures who have no power over me.
A second ago I felt I was about to explode in anger or grief or terror, but all those emotions just vanished, carried away by the wind. This can't be! What is this... This strange tranquility I feel being in his arms. What is this inner and absolute peace I feel being held against his chest, men are powerless against me! Am I the powerless one here? This is no man.
This is the devil himself!