All The Precious Souls

You're damn lucky

Phoebe

The guy behind the bar was cute but not my type. I like my men.. Grim. Haha get it cause I'm the.. yea not as funny out loud as in my head. My blood had turned to ice with the voice I heard. The deep, husky voice that sent shivers up my spine and my heart into a frenzy.
"What are you drinking, Darling?" They lied to me?! They'd tricked me?! my brain screams at me. The man I see has the face of the one whom I hate and fear at the same time.
"Stay Away from me you abusive son of a bitch!" I scream as I turn on my heels and storm out of the bar. I hear the bottle break as I throw the door open. I can feel his eyes on my neck as he chases me out of the bar.
"Wait, You know me?" The question stops me in my tracks. What in Zeus's  name does this cocksucker think he's playing at? "Please, just give me a minute to explain." I throw my helmet at him, which he surprisingly catches, causing me to really look at the body of the man who put me in the currrent situation I'm in.
  His blue jeans hug at his hips, the black v-neck clings to his arms and chest. When he lifts his arms to rub the back of his head, I notice the massive amounts of ink on him. The Bastard would have never I think quickly to myself before righting my thoughts. "You have thirty seconds." I spit out through clenched teeth.
  "I woke up three years ago with no memory of who I was or what had happened. nothing but a quote about sad souls. I've been begging for sweet mercy for three years." A strange feeling jumps into my heart, but I push it down. The cold, blue eyes aren't the deadly brown ones of the past but everything else was a lie, why not wear contacts? I drag my feet close enough to pick up my helmet.
  "Sweet mercy? You don't get to play Grim Reaper and then ask for mercy. Fuck you, you stupid prick. Find a different victim to put your hands on, you lying piece of shit." I slide onto my bike and peel out determined to find a new bar. I pull over halfway out of the city, and call my lying boss.

"Phoebe, how is-" He starts but I cut him off.
"You lied to me." I start, teeth clenched once again. His signature sigh comes back as confirmation.
"We didn't want to but we were afriad if we told you, you were our daughter-" My eyes flare wide and I hang up. I'm WHAT?! I find the nearest tree and make the symbol of the Underworld with my Scythe. when the door appears, I walk through straight to the kitchen, with Hades standing in the middle with his phone still to his ear.
"What in the fuck do you mean I'm your daughter?" I screech at the top of my lungs. I notice he's not alone. Zagreus, Plutus and Melione all hang their heads as Persephone glances back and forth between Hades and I. "What the Fuck did you mean!" I scream causing very one to flinch. If I could see my eyes, they'd be the glowing green they always are when I'm enraged.
"He means your our sister, their daughter, Makaria." Melione squeaks out with tears in her eyes. "We lost you nineteen years ago, you vanished. All of us went topside to search but we couldn't find you. We truly believed you'd perished. You would have if Father hadn't made the deal he did with you." The room begins to tilt, and blackness consumes me.

Brillantly blue butterflies dance in the air in front of me. I grip up the skirt of my dress, to chase after them through the field of white poppies. I trip in the middle of the field of flowers that smell intoxicatingly beautiful. I close my eyes intending to drift off to sleep.
"Who are you?" I startle from the edge of slumber. Black wings shade me as I peer up at a man as beautiful as the poppies around us. "I will not ask again." I go to stand, but a sharp blade finds its way to my neck.
"Speak, but don't move." He growls at me.
"Makaria, The Goddess of Blessed Death, Daughter of Hades and Persephone." My voice cracks as I speak, in fear of the blade at my throat. The icy blue eyes in front of me go wide and the weapon I now recognize drops among the sea of white.
"Sweet Mercy! I beg of you, not to tell Hades of this. Please, Sweet Mercy!" The winged man screeches on his knees in front of me. As I stand to my full, but tiny, height, I cock my head to the side.
"Mercy granted, Grim Reaper. Please stand and talk to me as if we are friends, and do not throw yourself at my mercy, we are equals." I find strength in my voice as the once icy eyes turn to blue flames. I find myself wondering if I should ask his actual name or just casually drop it because I know it.
"I'm assuming since you called me Grim Reaper, I don't have to tell you who I am?"  I give a curt nod as I'm flashed a blindingly white smile that would give most a heart attack. "My siblings and I were headed to the River Styx to visit our mother, would you like to come with?" I stop in my tracks, trying to search my mind for who his mother is and coming up blank. Thanatos pales, which shouldn't be possible considering how pale he already is. "Nyx, my mother is Nyx." He quickly explains. "Sweet Mercy, I wont let anything happen to you." I scrounch up my nose at the nickname and he chuckles.
"I'm Makaria, not Sweet Mercy." I grumble. He laughs harder, clutching his stomach.
"Sweet Mercy is sticking. Makaria is beautiful but Sweet Mercy is mine." His wing wraps around my body pulling me closer. "Don't look too long at my sister, Eris, Goddess of Strife. She likes to fight for little to no reason." He whispers as we approach a sleeping figure. I watch with confusion as Thanatos kicks the leg attached to the body. "Wakey, Wakey, Sleepy head. Mothers a callin'" He sings as the figure wakes.
"I hope Hades throws you in to Tartarus one day, ya winged Bastard. I was having an excellant nap." I watch, safely unnoticed by Hypnos, Personification of Sleep, as a perfect image of Thanatos minus the wings and black, shoulder length hair, stretches and yawns. I squeak when he's naked. Sleep-filled eyes zero in on me tucked into the shadows of Thanatos wing. "Well, Brother, Did you bring a nyph to share again?" Hypnos's head snaps back seconds after his words are said.
"Speak of her that way again and twin or not, I will throw you into Tararus myself." Thanatos roars, Scythe and Sword  appearing in his hands.
"Reaper, stay your hand." I whisper sweetly, trying to ignore the fear in my heart. I turn to face his twin with a sneer, my eyes glowing and swirling in the dark. "My Father isn't a kind God to those who insult his children." The bloodshot and tired eyes in front of me widen to the size of the planet Jupiter.
"Makaria and I will be leaving, find your own way to the river banks." Thanatos whispers through clenched so hard its a miracle they haven't broke. Silence follows us almost the entire way. Thanatos stops just inside the tree line that gives way to the shores of the River Styx. "Sweet Mercy, will you braid my hair?" I blink at the simple request, but stand behind his sitting form to see the top of his head. His onyx colored hair is silky and thick feeling. I quickly divide it down the center. I make quick work of braiding the left side to the crown of his skull and tieing it up with a piece of leather, moving to the right side. I slow down half way through when I realize neither of us has said a word to the other. Clearing my throat, I try to muster up some courage.
"Sweet Mercy, I'm sorry. My past isn't very welcoming." His head dips in shame. Words pour from my mouth before I can stop them.
"Reaper, there's no reason to apologize. A welcoming past is based on pretty lies and slight of hands." Another smile sets my heart on fire.
"Oh, Sweet Mercy," He shakes his head as I finish putting his hair in a knot at the top of his head, noticing for the first time the under side is shaved. "You have no idea how uninviting mine is."

I snap awake, gasping for air. That face. I know that face. I know that face.