𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍// 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑

The Acheron water raged through Will's system. Agony roared and clawed and burned, until Will felt like his blood was boiling in his veins, until he felt like his very bones were melting.

His screams and sobs and pleads fell on deaf ears.

As the hours dragged on, and the pain left him sprawled on the cell floor, Will fervently prayed for death, for Thatanos's dark embrace. The Underworld would have been more preferable to this Hell.

Take me! Will silently screamed over the pain. Take me! Let me stand before Hades and be judged for my sins. Just make the pain stop.

Will knew that if Blyden had interrogated him in those hours, he would've submitted to his demands, would've sworn fealty if Blyden had claimed to be able to make the pain fade.

For now, the son of Apollo laid on the hard floor, counting his breaths. The pain still lingered in his body, but not as strong as before. The Acheron water must have been wearing off.

Will barely noticed the demons as they stalked in the darkness. They simply stood by and watched him.

He clung to one word.

Hope.

In that pitch-black, festering cell, Will Solace held fast to it.

Despite the pain, Will found himself humming and quietly singing to himself, dreaming of the life he'd been forced to leave behind. Calmy and patiently waiting.

Waiting for opportunity. For his chance to fight back.

To even escape.