WHO: Asterion, Erato and Hybris - then Apollo WHEN: Backdated to April 20th WHERE: The Torture Asylum WHAT: RESCUE WARNINGS: TBA but aftermath of torture and Asterion killing Hybris
According to Beelzebub, it had taken him two days of searching before he thought to reach out to Asterion over the internet. Two days when Erato was stuck, suffering even more. Two days Beelzebub was going to charge Erato more for, since he had put in a lot of effort. The moment the demon had relayed the information, however, he was out of the picture and Asterion was rushing towards the asylum on Long Island.
He had considered reaching out for backup, but no matter how hard Beelzebub promised it wasn’t a trap, it was likely a trap. And Asterion didn’t want to put anyone else in that position. If it was a trap, then it was on him and him alone. And…at least he would be with Erato? He could handle torture if he was with Erato.
He parked Ariadne’s car well up the drive because he didn’t want to alert Hybris that he was coming. Then he stole on foot up to the asylum, sticking to the shadows. Asterion was amazingly stealthy for such a large person, and he had excellent night vision, which helped him navigate the night without causing a ruckus.
He peered into a window near the door, to see Hybris standing in the middle of the room, leaning over a hunched form in a wheelchair. The person was blindfolded (so the thought) and strapped into a straight jacket, and their red hair hung limply-
Oh god, it was Erato. Asterion’s stomach roiled and his blood boiled to see her like that.
Hybris, however, was having a great time. “Hey, Muse!” Hybris said, poking her to try to get a reaction. “Erato! Fuck’s sake, pay attention to me, or I burn you!”