Son of Hades (Redo)

Delaney In The Dungeon

A:N: sorry it took so long, and sorry it's a bit short, but I'll try to update again soon.

        I hid away in my room for days. Weeks. I was the first to meal times, and the first to leave. I narrowly avoided Xavier, and whenever there was a knock on my bedroom door, I slipped quietly to hide under my bed. I read Latin books, visited the bath house during the 4 A.M. hour and visit the library to read with a kerosene lamp in hand whenever the hours are quiet and lonely.

        I love the silence.

        It's like music to my ears.

        This morning, I touch the glass that separates the palace from the lake of fire. I watch the flames as they lick the surface of the sulfuric ground. "Can't get any deader."

         The doors of the library slam closed; the ominous sound making me flinch. With silent steps, I hide behind the romance section and peek out at my visitors. It was 4 A.M. Who else would be up and in a library at this hour —

        My mind reels. I feel the ghost of Xavier's lips on mine, and a longing ache for him fills my chest. I push those thoughts farther away. I can't think about him. Not now. Not while I'm so close to winning.

        "You're sure we won't get caught?" It was Jasmine's voice. Her voice was low, sweet and soft. It was like dripping honey. Seducing the seduced. Day after day.

       "Hell, I wouldn't care if we did." A familiar voice answered . . . I knew that eavesdropping was wrong, but I couldn't help it this time. The opportunity for blackmail was too perfect. My chest tightened. "You're worth it. And besides, Castiel wouldn't mind much. You're going to get the crown, my dear. We may as well make our time last here worth it." It was Oscar.

         I crouch down, and chance a peek out at them. Thankfully, they can't see me. It's too dark. I am a shadow. . . They're both hand-in-hand, silent as they make their way up to the second floor.

         I watch Oacar as he pulls out a chair for Jasmine at a mahogany table. He produces paraphernalia from the pocket of his leather coat, and begins to make a line of cocaine on their table. I have to look away. My mouth feels dry. How can I get out of this? Do I want to get out of this? As sick as it is, as wrong as it is, I keep watching. If I'm caught, there's no way of knowing what horror awaited me in their clutches.

       I'll have to wait it out here . . .

        This was my big advantage.

        I hear them. Sniff. Sniff. One hundred dollar bill rolled to a crisp. I don't move an inch; a muscle. I don't even dare to breathe. I watch. I watch them together. Jasmine screams excitedly, and that scream echoes over the quiet of the library. She leans up on her tiptoes to kiss Oscar.

        Your move, bitch.

        I caught you, now. I saw you.

        Then, cold fear washes over me as I remember the threat of Castiel's hands on my throat. I inch further into the shadows, and keep very quiet. When they stop kissing, Jasmine is smiling. "I love you." She murmurs.

         Oscar hesitates. He kisses her again. "And I love you. I only want what's best for you." Oscar removes the watch from his wrist. "Castiel isn't what's best for you. This will take you back." He presses it to her palm. "I'll deal with the consequences. I always do."

         "Couldn't you — " she began, her voice breaking. "Couldn't you come with me?"

        "Hopefully, Hades will give me another, and I'll be right behind you."