Αλεξανδερ (fuckpoptarts) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2014-02-08 17:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: event: fear, z: om1: location: greece, z: om1: past character: alexander aaron |
Nothing to Fear
Characters: Alexander (OTA to fight a hydra, or stand alone)
Setting: Hades/Athens exit portal
Content: PG-13
Summary: Alexander has escaped from the afterlife a little changed.
There was a time when all souls would have passed through the gates of Hades, judged and sent on to their eternal rest (or torment). It had been hundreds of years since Zeus had agreed that they would no longer lay claim to souls that did not believe in the Olympian Gods, and the gates had remained all but unused for ages. When Alex passed through he had been sent on to the Elysian Fields where he awoke. It was beautiful, and Alex's soul had never been more at rest. He couldn't say for sure when it ended or how long their stay had been, but the day he was dragged by his uncle into the depths of Tartarus was one Alex would never forget. The soul crushing despair after having experienced Elysium would have been more than enough to foster the darkness in anyone. He watched his father broken, along side other souls he quickly ceased to worry for. There was no room for compassion in that place.
He couldn't remember how many escape attempts he'd made over the years, some with and some without his father by his side, and each time Pluto had made Alex curse his body's ability to heal itself. Being immortal wasn't so fun when you realized you still felt all the pain, it just didn't end.
And so after all that, when Alex found himself bloodstained and standing at the gates once more he'd been hesitant to take that final step. A screaming hydra thrashed between his legs, a strange mount in any world, and he hacked at its flank to force it through the portal. Which was how an angry hydra came to be rampaging through Athens, while riots broke out in the streets even as the creature tore people apart.
Alex watched, and whatever pity he might have felt in the past was swallowed up by the dark pit. They didn't know what suffering was. He would give them something to be afraid of. His eyes reflected that darkness, pools of inky black, a product of Amatsu-Mikaboshi's influences. The pull into that darkness was stronger than it had ever been, and there was one person in particular on whom he was ready to focus that fury.