The Angel Called Pit

Drink So The Gears Turn

Pit and Palutena went to go visit Viridi. The Goddess's had to talk about Pit. Dark Pit and Phosphora were going to watch over the angel so he didn't do anything more to hurt himself.

Right now, Pit sat in between Dark Pit and Phosphora on a couch. Pit needed to think. Sure, it was silent, but knowing those two it wouldn't be quiet for long.

He had to get a drink. He got up and stretched.

"I'll be in the kitchen," he murmured.

The wingless angel walked off.

"Do you know why he did it?"

Dark looked over at Phosphora, "What?"

Phosphora repeated her question, "Do you know why he did it?"

Dark closed his eyes. He hated remembering those moments.

Opening the doors to find his brother on the floor. His white beautiful wings soaked in his own blood. Dark had never been so afraid. He had been frantic, calling out for Palutena. The Goddess had stopped the bleeding but couldn't give him back his wings. As Pit slept, he kept murmuring to himself. Dark was able to catch some phrases like: "....no face." "No...." "He's....Galax...." "Fake angel...." ".....man with...." And one phrase that seem to be detected right at Dark:

"Why?"

Dark opened his eyes and shook his head.

"I don't know....I just don't know...."

The two of them sat in silence again. They looked up to see Pit coming back from the kitchen. He held something in his hand.

He sat on the couch and drank from it.

Phosphora gasped, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Pit leaned back, held the bottle of whisky in his lap, and stared at the other side of the room with glazed eyes.

"....I'm trying to think...."

Pit closed his eyes, spinning the bottle in his hand.

How did he come into me?

You did sign a lot of letters.

Contracts.

Whatever.

Don't fight.

She's right. We have to figure this out.

Well, we have the riddle.

We must solve it.

Pit took a swig from the bottle.

Where does it start?

At the bottom of the Ocean.

When?

Two days ago.

Why were we there?

To get the necklace.

Why?

To destroy HIM.

Who's him?

Answer that later.

Right.

Keep going.

We fought the Dead.

For a fake.

A fake? Why?

We wanted the Light to think the Dead took it.

Where is the real one?

We cut open our brooch and placed the stone within.

And the rest of the necklace?

A decoration. It wasn't needed.

What happened to us after the fight with the Dead?

Doesn't he know?

She doesn't remember.

He was knocked out by the Dead.

Didn't his brother come?

What about her?

They both came.

And? And?

We woke up.

We looked in the mirror.

HE had started to claim us.

We had to get rid of HIM.

So, we ran for the blade.

Pit took another swig from the bottle. Phosphora and Dark watched, confused. Why was he so silent?

It hurt.

I know.

We know.

It's okay now. HE can't claim us.

But what if--

Don't doubt.

The voices were stained with silence. Men, women, children, animals. They waited for the detective to talk. She clasped her hands together and looked up at the voices.

Did we find out the answer?

No. There's something missing.

And what is that?

Pit chugged down the rest of the bottle and slammed it on the coffee table in front of him. Dark and Phosphora jumped.

"I have found the riddle...." Pit mumbled. He smirked and got up. "Good day to you."

The wingless angel walked off.

"....Is it me," said Phosphora. "Or were his eyes soulless?"

~~~

Pit heard the two Goddesses arguing on the other side of the door. He knocked on the door, earning silence to the both of them.

The door opened. On the inside, Pit was disappointed. Palutena stood in the doorway.

"Oh, Pit. What's wrong?"

Pit looked up at the goddess.

"I...I'm ready to say why I did it."

Palutena put her hands on her champions shoulders. "Why, Pit?"

"I....I would rather talk to Viridi...."

Palutena nodded and walked back inside the room. Whispers were heard and then Viridi walked out.

"Do you want to talk someplace private?" Asked the young Goddess.

Pit nodded and Viridi lead him to her room.

She never noticed the bag.

And his

God.

Damn.

Smile.