Torn in two
He felt it.
The moment it happened.
A call from above and a call from below.
Almost at the same time. It hit him hard, and he turned to Hope. "They want me to go. Both of them want me." He wrapped his arms around her, held her tightly. "Hang on."
In a flash he was gone.
Deimos stood at the foot of the mountain. With a quick thought, everything that was his that had been there was gone. Distributed in various places on the mortal plane.
Dei wore the armor that he had worn before. In the battles alongside his father. A dark god swathed in dark, battle worn leather and platemail. He looked up at the mountain. There were so many things wrong with this. So many things he didn't agree with. Not to mention all the reasons he was still angry at his father. His father who had locked up him and his brother after they'd done their job in New York, and said things to them that had been unexpected and cruel. His father who had used him against Hercules and then infused him with power to cause more damage while within the temple of Fate.
He turned and looked in the other direction. To the Underworld. Where he had been fostered to Nyx and had spent most of his life. He had learned everything here. Nyx was his mother. More than Aphrodite had ever been. The Erinyes were his sisters. The Underworlders were his family more than any of these people up here could be.
Deimos knew where his heart lay.
He took up his sword. He looked at it for a long moment.
And then he threw it down at the base of the mountain.
Dei turned his back on Olympus and returned to Hope's side on the mortal plane.
The moment it happened.
A call from above and a call from below.
Almost at the same time. It hit him hard, and he turned to Hope. "They want me to go. Both of them want me." He wrapped his arms around her, held her tightly. "Hang on."
In a flash he was gone.
Deimos stood at the foot of the mountain. With a quick thought, everything that was his that had been there was gone. Distributed in various places on the mortal plane.
Dei wore the armor that he had worn before. In the battles alongside his father. A dark god swathed in dark, battle worn leather and platemail. He looked up at the mountain. There were so many things wrong with this. So many things he didn't agree with. Not to mention all the reasons he was still angry at his father. His father who had locked up him and his brother after they'd done their job in New York, and said things to them that had been unexpected and cruel. His father who had used him against Hercules and then infused him with power to cause more damage while within the temple of Fate.
He turned and looked in the other direction. To the Underworld. Where he had been fostered to Nyx and had spent most of his life. He had learned everything here. Nyx was his mother. More than Aphrodite had ever been. The Erinyes were his sisters. The Underworlders were his family more than any of these people up here could be.
Deimos knew where his heart lay.
He took up his sword. He looked at it for a long moment.
And then he threw it down at the base of the mountain.
Dei turned his back on Olympus and returned to Hope's side on the mortal plane.