The Greatest Loss (Hector/GM)

[David B.]

After Bailey left, the sound of a screaming man came into being, though only Hades' ears would hear it. Soul peeling and flaking under the strain, Alamast Grit appeared, his body having been in tortured bliss for his part in the war.

He laughed.

"So....the mighty Hades finds me at last."

He stood straight despite the damage to his ethereal body.

"And he wants....what, exactly?"

[Leon]

Hades would stand waking away from the cloak covered Krane.

"Answers. One zero two is really dumb enough to march on Cabal, knowing they are allied with The Gods?"

[David B.]

Alamast laughed, only to turn it into a scream at the sudden inflamation of torture.

"One zero two. Four. Ninety. Two Five Nine. Two four one. They're all pawns on a chess board, moving into place. Everyone, even the mighty Olympians, think they have it all figured out...when in truth, non of you have bothered to get a clue."

He began screaming again.

[Leon]

"As I thought. Someone is playing a game. What part did you play?"

Hades still hasn't given Almast the respect to look at him.

[David B.]

"The part of the God wannabe killer, apparently."

He continued to laughing in Hades' face. Clearly he didn't show the Gods respect either.

"If you want some real information, lord Hades, you'll have to give me something in return."

[Leon]

Skulls would float around his body slowly as he turned and reached out, Hades soul arm grabbing Almast before his physical arm moved to grab the arm he would rip it off and devour the souls arm. There would be a permanent burning pain for his soul now, never at the same level of pain, rising and falling in intensity so he can never get used to it.

"Speaking to you is a curtesy soul. I can simply devour you and gain the memory and information I desire. Leaving your soul in tartarus to be hunted by the beasts for all eternity, to die in horrific ways every day until the universe ends and beyond. You wish to gain something from me? The best you can hope for now is to be allowed to rest one day a year."

[David B.]

A gut wrenching scream belted out of Alamast, shredding the air of the beyond as Hades tore his fucking arm off. His hand went to it, pain radiating over his form as it flickered repeatedly. Did souls sweat? He had never felt pain of this level before...but agony was an old friend.

"That's fair, Hades, Lord of the dead. But my information doesn't come in the form you can take. Eating me would only give you glimpses of truth. But it would only be like looking at a painting through a paper towel roll. And what I can give you....is greater than the pleasure torturing my soul will bring. But if your wish is to have it done, then do so, and end this charade. Or see what you can get my devouring me, if rolling that dice is your thing."

Let all those who lived, past and present, know this- the great exploding man was no coward, even in the face of power beyond his comprehension.

He was Commander Alamast Grit, Catalyst of the New World.

[Leon]

Hades would spit to the side.

"Your soul has a foul taste. Tell me foul one, what would you require for the information you think I would not get from torturing more than you."

[David B.]

His eyes bored holes into Hades.

"My daughter's soul lays in your den, taken from me by those who force my hand here. I wish to see her returned to the land of the living......with no memory of her father."

[Leon]

Hades looked back at Alamast with his dull blue eyes and calm expression.

"You understand the problem with that, right? There must be a vessel, and the soul must be willing to live again."

[David B.]

He nodded, coughing a little as he gripped his shoulder.

"I saved her body. It's in a cryochamber at BLZ tech facility one zero one. They....gave it to me as a show of their force and will, along with proof that my other daughter yet lives." His eyes were steel. "If I have proof that she is alive, and your word that you will not try to take her life from me to show me a fathers pain I know all too well...then I will give you every answer I possess."

He let out a shaky breath.

"As a show of faith, and to prove that my word is good....I will offer to you this: your enemies know. They know about the secret of the Gods. And of Yggdrasil's secret. Both should be....moved and/Or changed. Sooner, rather than later."

Hades should know what he's talking about. He's one of the big three, was he not? Unless Zeus played things....that close to the chest.

[Leon]

Hades eyes would narrow. He would wave his hand and send the soul to Tartarus while he contemplated the decision.

/end thread