She was the Holy One. He took her, though.
Death.
Death took her in so many ways.
That's how Illiana came to meet Thanatos.
Through Death.
The centre of his being.
And he'd be damned if she was taken away from him.
She was his, and he was hers.
Thr...
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"The wound is where the light enters you. That light being my addiction towards you."
♚ ♛
𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖛
♥𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝓥𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 ♥
Fucking Titans.
Those annoying little pests never learn.
I could have gotten laid.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance, teleporting to Hades palace near River Acheron.
Clouds of black dust exploded around me, my body appearing in the vast throne room's shadowy walls.
Looking up at hades, I growled at him, as his glowing green eyes glared lasers at me.
"We have a problem," I snapped urgently.
"I know. Come, Now. We have some Titans to visit," He growled.
I rolled my eyes. He could have been there already.
We teleported to Tartarus, the giant waiting for us.
"Tartarus, the Titans are planning something, we need entrance," Hades' stated impatiently.
"I know of this. It is prophesied from the fates. You cannot stop what will come. People will die, and people will rise. Choose wisely. Old enemies will become friends; watch out to the ones who are closest to you," Tartarus said quietly.
What a Cryptic fucker...
Noises of crumbling rocks filled the atmosphere, his body moving away from the entrance of Tartarus.
Always will be weirded out by this.
"You may enter."
Marching forward, I and Hades passed into the land of torture.
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Steel wooden bars formed a hallway of cells. The high wooden glamour, tight cladded ceiling reached up high, dim lights filling the room with a sense of old fashioned mystery.
Beaten figures sat in the barred enclosures, red substances swimming down like rivers of dead roses.
Cronus' bloodied brown hair clung to his bruised forehead, his evil black eyes slit open. His about 6 and a half foot frame of now dispersed muscles lay down on the hard stoned floor.
The little bitch deserves it.
Next to his dirty cell, lay the pussy twins; Epimetheus and Prometheus.
Prometheus' now dirty blonde hair lay mingled on the mud ridden floor, his uninteresting brown eyes lay dead like, his just over 6 foot frame cuddled by his even weaker twin.
