✓|The Ferry Deity (Pit x reader)

Chapter 42

"Oh God, no! Y/N please don't!"

"Pit- stop."

Y/N's ears were ringing. It was like some idiot had dropped a massive pile of bells in her ear. That idiot would have probably been Pit. And she heard voices... she felt like she recognised them but her mind was too foggy.

"Stay with me! I promised you that you'd be okay! Please! Please be okay!" The words were cut off by a sob.

"There's nothing you can do, Pit-stain..."

Y/N felt herself slipping away... was she dying? Nah, it was probably sleep or something. She felt her breathing become laboured and all she saw was darkness. Maybe that was because her eyes were closed? Should she open them? She tried, though she couldn't.

"WHAAAA- What are you doing here?"

"Yeah! You got some nerve coming here, wolf cut!

"She's slipping."

"We can see that, wise-guy!"

"Can you help her? Please! I promised!"

"Yeah... there is a way."

"I don't trust this guy, Pit! Don't listen to him!"

"A way? What way??"

"I can trade my soul with her."

"You ain't trading souls with nobody!"

"How does that work exactly?"

"My soul would replace her dying one. She'd continue living like normal and I would be in the spirit realm. It can only be me since both Y/N and I are deities."

"You can't seriously be considering this, Pit-stain! It's a trap!"

Y/N felt a sudden chill run down her spine... she felt the reaper coming for her soul. She wouldn't be the ferrier this time. She decided not to fight no more, in the end Hades would always win. She just hoped that Greece was safe.

"She's shivering! Hurry!"

"Anima fessa requiescat. Vicissim animam meam trado ad messorem opaca falce"

"What the hell did he just say?!"

"Let him save her, Pittoo!"

"Anima fessa requiescat. Vicissim animam meam trado ad messorem opaca falce. Anima fessa requiescat. Vicissim animam meam trado ad messorem opaca falce."

Y/N sat up bolt right "Where's Deimos?" she instantly said, trying to ignore the dismayed look on Pit's face. Pit held her by the elbow "Are you okay? You just died!" Y/N nodded, appreciating the concern "Yeah but where's Dei- HOLY HELL!" she shrieked as Phobos's body dropped down on the ashy grass, dead.

Dead... just like his brother.

"Wh-... what happened?" Y/N asked weakly, she felt sick. Dark Pit cleared his throat, uncomfortably "He um, traded souls with you." Y/N turned to him sharply, the dark angel squirmed under her gaze "And you LET him?!" she snapped. Pit put his hand on her shoulder "No. He offered." his voice was cold.

"And I wasn't gonna let you die. I wasn't going to break that promise." Pit glared at her. Y/N glared back "Promises are just promises!" she ignored what the dragon had told her about them "Now answer me! Where the hell is Deimos?!" 

Pit turned as pale as a ghost "He-... he uh..." Y/N pressed on "Please- take me to him!" her voice was desperate. Pit nodded in submission and walked with her, hand in hand.

----Timeskip----

"Deimos?" Y/N shook him, her tears threatening to fall. Deimos laid sprawled out in the ditch below Palutena's temple. He was face up, his glassy, dull, crimson eyes stared up at the clearing sky. His lips held the ghost of a smile upon them.

"Hey, wake up!" Y/N poked him "Come on, stop pretending you idiot! I always have to wake you up in the underworld!" Her laugh was desperate. She brushed his bangs away from his eyes "Come on, wake up!" her voice ended in a sob.

His eyes were prettier and redder than poppies in a meadow, or the rubies glimmering in the brooch that held his cloak together. His hair was always whiter than freshly fallen snow in the winter or the puffy clouds in the sky. 

If snow white was real.... it would have been Deimos.

His eyes were dimmed and dying. His hair was dusty and splattered with blood. 

If snow white had died.... it would be Deimos.

"Deimos, you said it was all going to be okay." She whispered, holding him up "You said we'd be fine." she shook him, his eyes lolled in his head. Y/N squeezed his hand "Did you lie? Please tell me you're pretending..."

"You're probably with Phobos. He died too." She looked away from the deity's face, unable to look at him "Is there anyway to bring him back?" 

Pit shook his head, his eyes wet. But then his eyes lit up like Saphires in the sun "Atropos's soul! The scissors!" he exclaimed, pointing at Y/N. Y/N wiped her tears with new energy, and she tackled Pit in a hug "Pit- you genius! I knew you had it in you!" she drowned him in compliments, she pecked him on the cheek before crouching next to Deimos once more.

Pit touched his cheek, a big smile forming on his face. Pittoo rolled his eyes "idiot," he muttered under his breath.

Y/N drew out the scissors "It'll need a bit of magic... aha!" she pulled out the piece of cloth Deimos had given her and cut herself with the scissors. She put the blood on the cloth, explaining to a very concerned Pit "To draw the magic out of the cloth."

She then squeezed the cloth on top of the scissors and a red, crystal,  substance seeped out and onto the scissors. Y/N smiled as the scissors slowly transformed into a shimmery orb that looked like the pink spirit from Aether's house.

She scooped it up gently, and blew it in Deimos's direction.

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Deimos's eyes regained their rosy colour and he drew his first breath. He stayed there for a while in confusion, before Y/N helped him up.

Deimos grinned slyly "I told you it'd all be alright!" he teased, Y/N didn't even retort back for once. She just gave a laugh and hugged him, Deimos was stunned, but accepted the sudden embrace.

"It's not like you to hug, Y/N. Pit might just be rubbing off on you."

AN:

Confession next chapter! <333