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Hades had thought he’d made his wishes abundantly clear. So, when after departing he felt the still familiar pull of Azem’s summoning magic, further empowered by Hydaelyn, he was not best pleased. He blocked it out, ignored it, certain the hero would be just fine without them.

“She’s calling us back.” Hythlodaeus stated, as if Hades didn’t already know.

He let out a huff, “She will be fine. We have done enough, she has no need of us.”

The other man frowned, “You are certain?”

“Of course. Do not trouble yourself over it.” Hades told him with a small sigh, as he closed his eyes, attempting to enjoy the peace they had earned.

Time is a strange thing in the aetherial sea. What the living experience as long stretches of time can go by in what feels like an instant. If one doesn’t hold on, it’s easy to get swept away. After what Hades thought had only been a few minutes, he felt something odd. Even as he was now, no more than a soul set adrift, he retained his strong connection to the lifestream, and was acutely aware of any changes in it. Hades felt a soul sat on the precipice of being carried away, a soul that was unmistakable in its familiarity and unique hue. There was no question that it was her.

This wasn’t right. How could this be? How could she be brought down now, if even he could not manage it? He felt at odds with himself, struggling with whether or not to take action. So many different thoughts and emotions battled within him, but time was running short. Hades shut them all out, all but his heart, and it was then he knew his course was set. Her story would not end here, and now, neither would theirs.

“…I have had a change of heart.” He announced to the man at his side.

Hythlodaeus looked surprised, but his expression soon shifted to a bright smile, “I hoped you would.”

Hades never dismissed her summon entirely, simply ignored it, so it was a simple matter to return. He focussed on it, opening his mind to accept the familiar magic as he had done so many times before.

The pair found themselves at the very edge of the universe, a great expanse of nothingness set out before them. At their feet laid two crumpled, broken bodies. Hades crouched beside the smaller of the two, and gently brushed the hair aside from her bruised, bloodied face. He winced at the sight of just the injuries visible on the surface. Who knows how bad the internal damage would be? It was plain even to one without his abilities, she was hanging on to life by a thread.

From Sylvie’s side, he glanced at the other body. Instantly, the sight brought back miserable memories of a life left behind, and a life that could have been so much more. Perhaps he was being overly sentimental. Perhaps he’d gone soft, experiencing genuine love once again after so long. But, the boy deserved a chance. Hades snapped his fingers, and Zenos disappeared.

“Where did you send him?” Hythlodaeus asked

“He will be safe. Worry not.” Hades replied in a quiet voice, tinged with an unexpected hint of emotion. “Now then,” He spoke up, turning his attention back to the unconscious miqo’te, “Let’s get her to safety.”

As he observed her, he noticed her hand held close to her chest, clutching something in her fist. Even unconscious, her grip on the object was tight, requiring a bit more effort than expected to pry her hand open. Oh. She held a little amber crystal in her hand - the very one he’d fashioned for her. For Azem. Seeing how she treasured it warmed his heart, and he found himself smiling. Hades plucked it from her hand, and slipped it into his pocket; he would return it to her, when she was safe.

With a deep breath, Hades gently collected her into his arms, while Hythlodaeus picked her weapon up off the ground. He gave a nod, and they were gone. Teleported from the vast emptiness, into the much more crowded vessel of the Scion’s. Every face in the room turned to the two men and their injured charge, expressions varying in degrees of shock.

“She still lives, but barely.” Hades announced, “If you wish that she survives this, you must put aside your grievances with me, and allow my aid.”

The group’s displeasure with the circumstances was plain from just their faces, but they did not deny him. The miqo’te woman - Y’shtola, as he would later learn - gestured towards a table, “Set her down here.”

Hades let out a small sigh of relief and did as she asked, gently laying Sylvie down on the cold metal. It was unlikely they would have risked her life, but he never could be sure with them. Hythlodaeus followed close behind, his silent shadow surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces.

“I can keep her with us while you stabilise her. But, do be quick.”

A task much more difficult than it first appeared. Those capable worked diligently to mend her wounds as best they could, enough to keep the Warrior far from death’s door until they returned home. Though, admittedly, these individuals were far more skilled than most, Hades couldn’t help but lament how long they took. If his people still lived, they could have had her stable in a matter of moments. So much time wasted. If he had plucked her from the edge of existence just in the nick of time, only for them to let her die… Well, it did not bear thinking about.

Hythlodaeus hovered close by, his arms folded, anxiety and concern clear from his expression alone. Though he was capable of healing, he feared he would only get in the way, so he said nothing, watching on from the sidelines.

By the time she was stable enough to make it home, they weren’t far from their destination. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief at the news she would survive. But, no longer distracted by their common goal, the Scions looked to the pair with suspicion and confusion.

The feisty little elezen was the first of them to speak, she asked, “Why are you here, Emet-Selch?”

“Oh,” He sighed, “Is it time for questions now? I was so enjoying the silence.”

She glared up at him, unamused.

Hades rolled his eyes. In his time with the Warrior of Light, and their following time apart, he had grown to respect and care for her a great deal. But, the same could not be said as much for her friends. “I am here to save her life, and that is all.”

“And you expect us to believe that?” The girl asked, incredulously.

“It is the truth, and I care very little whether you believe it. The only thing I expected was that your fellows might attempt to heal her, which they miraculously managed.”

Hythlodaeus sat quietly off to the side, keeping to himself as Hades was questioned. He managed to remain unnoticed, until a man approached him, clearly in possession of a soul far older than his body; similar to Sylvie in stature and feline features, but different in a number of ways. He wore a polite smile, a contrast to the scowls and glares the pair had been welcomed with, and introduced himself as G’raha Tia. He was kind, filling the gaps in Hythlodaeus’ knowledge of their situation, and he told him what he knew in turn.

By some miracle, no injuries were suffered at Hades’ hand when they finally arrived on Etheirys, despite the bombardment of questions and irritation he endured. Those who had encountered him on the First were not best pleased to find that he stood by his decisions. Some even had the gall to want an apology. As far as he was concerned, the lot of them should have been grateful he was even there. Not that Hades did it for them, of course.

The Scions were met with celebration upon their return, only for it to be cut short by the hero’s urgent need for treatment. The pair were forbidden from accompanying her as she was rushed away, but were assured she would receive the best care in Sharlayan, to which Hades rolled his eyes. They were so graciously allowed to wait for her return in her room at the Baldesion Annex, as a supposed gesture of goodwill. He supposed it was preferable to outright hostility, but it was obviously an attempt to keep them contained, and under watch.

It was early evening when Hades and Hythlodaeus were shown to her room. Outside the large window, the sky was awash with shades of orange and darkening blue as the night slowly approached.

Once the door was closed, the two were left in silence. It was then that the reality of the day’s events were allowed to truly set in. The reality of what Hades had done. All for one woman. He hadn’t wanted to return, only longing for the rest he deserved, for long awaited peace. But, he was back. Alive. His heart thumped in his chest, faster and faster. Alive, and in his own body. Not Solus, not even Emet-Selch, really. All that remained was Hades. For the first time in centuries, he had no plan. No goal, no direction. He stood at the door, his arms folded, struggling to process it all.

“Hades?” Hythlodaeus said, softly.

His name alone on the other man’s lips was enough to disrupt his thoughts. Hades looked back at him over his shoulder, and met with another side of the consequences of his actions.

Hythlodaeus was here. He was here, and he, too, was alive. Not a shade, nor a ghost, and certainly not a dream. Here, in the flesh, to reach out and touch if he wished. He’d seen his death as a necessity, but living was a choice, as he’d followed Hades out of the aetherial sea and woken his unbeating heart.

Maybe Hades could bear to live, if he did not have to do it alone.

He turned his body to face him, and the other man was closer than he’d thought, slowly approaching Hades as if he were a frightened animal. It was Hythlodaeus that reached out to touch first, closing the distance that had been left for eons. A soft hand cupped his face, and it nearly broke him. He felt frozen, his throat burned and tears welled in his eyes, but he refused to cry. With a shaky breath, he closed his eyes, and allowed himself to indulge in leaning into Hythlodaeus’ touch.

But, Hades would take more than he was allowed. Of their own accord, his arms reached out to pull the smaller man close. He buried his embarrassed face in the crook of Hythlodaeus’ neck, eyes squeezing firmly to hold back tears, fingers gripping the dark fabric of his robes. There were so many things he wished to say, I missed you and I’m so sorry and I should have never let you go, but speaking risked far more than he could handle.

Hythlodaeus returned the embrace, holding him tight, “I’m sorry, I left you alone for so long.”

Though it stung, Hades let out a small laugh, muffled against his clothing, at the absurdity of him apologising for dying. Of course he would blame himself, the fool. His fool. He pulled back enough to look into his brilliant eyes, and wiped the few tears he’d shed from his own. “No, I will not have it,” Hades refused, with a rare smile, “I forbid you from apologising.”

“But, I-“

Refusing to suffer his protestations, Hades found the courage to silence him with a kiss. The other man tensed, a little noise of surprise muffled against his lips, but soon relaxed. He felt the ache in his heart lessen, overpowered by bliss and relief. It was slow, at first - soft, Hades gently savouring the feel of his lips, the taste on his tongue. He’d held onto memories of Hythlodaeus for so very long, but the smaller details had been lost over time. He would just have to learn them again, starting with every detail of how it felt to kiss him.

Unfortunately, Hythlodaeus lacked the patience for such an approach. He easily took control, turning the kiss into something more forceful and desperate.

A hand reached up, grasping his soft, white hair. Hades moaned into the kiss as the other man’s tongue pressed inside his mouth, distracting him as Hythlodaeus began to push into his body, forcing him backwards until they hit the large, stone door.

“Mm, wait,” Hades murmured, as he pulled away. Hythlodaeus chased after him, stood on the tips of his toes to pepper his face with kisses. “Wait.” He repeated, a touch more assertive. With a quick snap, he placed an arcane lock on the door, and a silencing spell on the room’s walls. They would not be interrupted, nor overheard.

Hythlodaeus pouted silently, as he stared up into his eyes. After a brief pause, he could wait no longer, tugging Hades down by his robes to meet his lips once more. He hummed contentedly, pleased to continue, and thoughts came to him of what laid under those robes. Leaning one hand against the door, Hythlodaeus pressed his leg firmly between the other man’s thighs.

Hades groaned, feeling sudden twinges of arousal as he grinded against him without much thought, all the while a hand half-heartedly searched for the ties to his robes. Once located, Hythlodaeus pulled away to allow it his full attention, and the former Emet-Selch felt shamed by how badly he already missed the closeness. With a pleased grin upon those reddened lips, his robes slipped from his shoulders, and fell to the ground. A light flush spread over Hades’ features, as Hythlodaeus stood back to take in the sight of him. Shining amethyst eyes travelled down, until they came to a sudden halt. His brow furrowed, with a concerned frown.

“What? What’s wrong?” Hades asked, trying his utmost not to let his alarm affect his voice, his mind beginning to race with worry. Looking down, he could just about make out a large area of scar tissue on his abdomen. Though touching it didn’t quite hurt, it felt wrong; even looking at it gave a feeling that it was not meant to be seen. In his days fighting and conquering for Garlemald, he’d grown quite accustomed to gaining a new scar every now and then. And though those days had passed long ago enough for him to be unaccustomed to the sight, that was not the issue. It was clear this was no ordinary scar.

The longer Hades spent observing it - or, trying to, craning his neck and shifting his torso slightly to get a better look - the more it began to dawn on him what it was. The size, shape and placement began to look familiar, and along with that familiarity came the memory of the pain. White-hot, searing pain, puncturing his body exactly where this massive scar now sat. It was a remnant of how he’d died.

The thought was bittersweet. Though he’d never encountered something like this before, he had a feeling the damage ran far deeper than it appeared, and thus could not feasibly be removed. It would likely forever be a testament to the monumental pain Hades had suffered, as he fought to his dying gasp in the name of love; while simultaneously, a constant reminder of his failure. His heart weighed heavy with such thoughts, but as he glanced up at the man before him, he realised his failure did not need mark the end of their tale. Though it had not played out as he had expected, nor on the scale he had wanted, at the very least, he had Hythlodaeus. His treasured friend, and so much more, would not be stood before him were it not for the events that led them there.

Hythlodaeus tilted his head slightly, a puzzled look on his face, “Well, that’s… new! I have never seen anything quite like it, but that being said, I have never known anyone to leave the aetherial sea before, as we did. Do you suppose I have one too?”

Hades struggled to voice a response. He knew the answer for a fact, and sooner or later Hythlodaeus would discover it not to be a side effect of their return; thus he would question its origin, and… what then? His companion would learn everything eventually, but Hades had not expected it would be so soon. It was not as if he was ashamed, nor did he regret his part in events. But, it was undeniable that during this brief time where he knew nothing of his past, Hades felt free. The truth was that he had enjoyed it, how for a time, none of the events of the last few centuries mattered, and the two of them could just be together as they used to. And… he did not wish to see this time come to an end, before it had to.

Thankfully, Hythlodaeus seemed to pick up on his feelings in some form. He wore a comforting smile, as he extended a hand towards the scar, “May I…?”

Hesitantly, Hades nodded. As the other man made contact with the lightest of touches, he shuddered. Still, it was not painful, just strange. Gentle fingertips trailed along the edge of the darkened flesh at a slow pace, and the more he continued, the more Hades adjusted to the sensation.

“Hmm… A bit different, but still undoubtedly you.”

Hades breathed a small sigh of relief. He eased his head back to rest against the door, letting his eyes close. As the soft touches along his abdomen continued, Hythlodaeus moved closer, hovering just above Hades, resting his weight on the door. Close enough to just about feel the other man’s breath upon his skin.

As Hythlodaeus gently seized his neck with a series of soft kisses, his roaming hand drifted further south, dipping beneath his waistband. Hades tensed up, letting out a shaky breath. He peered down at the man through half lidded eyes.

Hythlodaeus craved this, but it went further than that. With the tremendous misery and suffering of the first Final Days still in his recent memory, he needed it; the closeness, the calm, to hold, and be held, and know that the worst has passed. Secure in the knowledge that they are together, and nothing will come between them again.

For Hades, however, it was almost too much, too soon. He had spent hundreds upon hundreds of years dreaming of this - of him, imagining their eventual reunion; while in the farthest reaches of his mind, as centuries passed, doubting it would ever come. Now that it had, it was moving so fast. Hardly had he the time to comprehend the implications of the day's events, before Hythlodaeus was upon him, and he was breathing in the familiar scent that he had somehow never forgotten.

He was just a touch overwhelmed, but there was still more to come. As Hythlodaeus reached into his smallclothes, heat flooded his face, colouring it an embarrassed shade of crimson, and he realised this body was different from what he’d grown accustomed to. It brought him a small amount of relief when he remembered that the other man had never known him to be any other way, and what he found came as no surprise. However, if Sylvie were to see him… Well, if they ever were intimate again, it simply could not be like this, he thought.

Whether he was aware of his partner's mind wandering, or not, Hythlodaeus did not allow it for long. Hades choked on a gasp as slender digits slipped inside, aided by how utterly soaked he was with arousal. Skilful fingers worked to coax out his cock, and even leaning against the door, it became harder and harder to keep himself stood up. He used his own hands to steady himself on the other man’s shoulders, attempting to be gentle at first, but quickly being left no choice but to grip him tight.

“Oh, Hades,” Hythlodaeus spoke in a low, sultry tone, “I knew you were pleased to see me, but goodness, I didn’t expect this… You’re practically dripping…”

“I-I… I don’t…” Hades struggled to speak, not that he was even sure of what he was trying to say, as his body shuddered with the pleasure delivered by just those few fingers. He couldn’t help but feel it was shameful. He had been a ruler, a conqueror, an emperor, one of the most powerful beings in existence; and here, he had been reduced to a stuttering, quivering mess. But, at the very least, in that private moment, free from expectations, there was no pressure to be anything more.

From there, few words were exchanged between the two, aside from a bit of sweet talk from Hythlodaeus, every now and then. He lifted Hades against the door, his legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself inside the former Ascian. A feeling new and old for Hades, with both his original body and lost love returned to him. Strange, exciting, frightening, a mess of feelings, whilst the anxiety of their situation still loomed in the back of his mind. But, it wasn’t long before they were all replaced with blissful, all-encompassing pleasure; holding on tight as Hythlodaeus thrusted into him, again and again, easily finding that perfect spot that made him see stars.

Hades was blind to how long it had been when his peak finally came. It could have been a few minutes, or an hour, and he wouldn’t have known. His mind went blank, every nerve in his body alight with pleasure, letting out the most obscene moans, as his orgasm spilled over his abdomen. He panted for breath, riding the high of it while Hythlodaeus continued, his pace fast and erratic, as he neared his own release.

Hythlodaeus stilled as he finished, whimpering Hades’ name, his face buried in the crook of his neck. Bare chests pressed together, hot from exertion, hearts racing in sync. The two were still as they caught their breath, save for Hythlodaeus’ legs trembling slightly beneath him.

“You, ah… You can put me down, now.” Hades mumbled, voice ever so slightly hoarse. Though, a part of him wished to remain held in Hythlodaeus’ arms, despite how his legs had begun to ache.

The smaller of the two lifted his head, his loose hair sticking slightly to sweat soaked skin. “Ah… Right, of course.” His bright, lavender eyes were wild, with pupils blown wide as he stared up at Hades, for whom his effortless beauty was among the most exquisite sights he’d witnessed in years beyond counting. He unhooked his legs, letting out a little gasp as Hythlodaeus’ length slipped out. “Can you stand alright?” He asked, gently setting the other man down.

Hades rolled his eyes, “Of course I can, do you really think I- oh, fuck,” Having underestimated just how numb and weak his legs would feel, he stumbled forward, lucky that Hythlodaeus was ready to catch him.

Though he looked very amused, he refrained from teasing, “How about we just sit, for a moment?”

With no suitable surfaces within reach, the stone floor would have to do, for now. It would be uncomfortable, but circumstances left little choice. Hades sighed, wishing the pair had thought a bit more, perhaps even pulled themselves apart for long enough to reach the actual bed at the other end of the room.

He sat leaned back against the door, atop where their robes had fallen, allowing some barrier between him and the floor. Hythlodaeus pulled up his podea, before joining Hades. He nestled close, the blazing heat of his own soft skin enough to keep Hades from feeling too cold. A slender hand reached up, threading through stark white hair to tug the man down for a kiss. Sweet and gentle, in contrast to the frantic desperation not long ago.

Hades’ eyelids soon grew heavy, tiredness creeping in after the events of a long day. A brief rest here could do little harm, he thought. Resting his head against Hythlodaeus’ shoulder, their fingers entwined upon his lap, Hades thought that in spite of all the discomfort, there was nowhere else he would rather be.

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Hythlodaeus awoke to a room noticeably darker than the one he had drifted off in. Details of their circumstances returned to him slowly, as he adjusted to the waking world - a world he had only recently rejoined. Hades had told him a fair bit about it, and the events of the last 12,000 or so years, but he had never expected to see it with his own eyes. Yet, there he sat, on the floor, somewhere entirely unfamiliar, in a world he knew very little about.

He felt a slight weight in his lap, and glanced down to see a head of white hair. Hythlodaeus smiled, exhaling a contented sigh. At some point, Hades had begun redressing, but stopped just before tying his robes. Slender fingers carded through his hair, idly playing with it, as he watched his love sleep.

The peace and relative comfort of the scene, paired with the dim light of the setting sun, left him contemplating whether or not to let himself drift back to sleep - until something caught his eye. Beyond the walls of the Annex, a cluster of souls headed towards the entrance, one of them bearing an unmistakable hue.

Now feeling far more awake, Hythlodaeus nudged the other man, much to his loud displeasure. Hades groaned, trying to push him away, but eventually gave in.

“Ugh, stop, I’m awake.” He yawned.

Hythlodaeus rolled his eyes, with an exaggerated sigh, “Awake, he says, yet his eyes remain closed,” He chuckled, “We have company, but unfortunately someone locked the door.”

Though he complained, Hades did what was asked of him. As he stood, he winced at the ache in what felt like every muscle in his body. He cursed himself for the terrible decision made earlier out of exhaustion. The two hurriedly redressed, and then with a snap, the now former Emet-Selch dispelled any and all enchantments over the room.

Hythlodaeus stood before him, reaching up to tidy his hair. Once he’d deemed it presentable, he pressed a brief kiss to the other man’s head. He offered a sympathetic look, and said softly, “Not the most comfortable rest, I take it.”

With a heavy sigh, Hades nodded, and closed his eyes, as he rested his forehead against the other man’s.

“I’m certain we can find somewhere more comfortable to relax, later. Now, however, we should see to these visitors.” He gave a pointed look towards the door, the group he’d spotted now clustered just outside.

After a bit of hesitation, three of Sharlayan’s chirurgeons entered, with the unconscious hero in tow. They paid the men no mind, as they went about carrying her to the bed, and getting her situated. Her armour had been removed, replaced by simpler clothes; a plain, cotton shirt, and a similar pair of leggings. Sylvie looked better than she had, no longer at death’s door, but not by much.

Once they had finished, one of the group approached the pair. They were surprised to be informed that in light of their aid, accommodation had been made available, should they wish to stay. Hades let out a small huff, and rolled his eyes, emphasising his disinterest; while Hythlodaeus was polite, and thanked them with a smile.

And then, they were alone once more. The former Emet-Selch cocked an eyebrow in the other man’s direction, as he asked, “Do you want to stay?”

“Don’t you?”

Hades blinked in surprise, “I… suppose I do.” He admitted.

Hythlodaeus smiled warmly, “Then stay we shall.”

He spoke as if it were just that simple. Hades was not oblivious to the wariness displayed by those who knew who he was. They would stay until Sylvie awoke, that much was certain, but was staying any longer really possible? Though he would have once scorned the idea of continuing on in this world, when he considered it now, it didn’t seem so bad. In fact, a great deal of things about this world that once vexed the man, now hardly bothered him. Perhaps the knowledge that he would not be alone made all the difference. For the moment, however, what the future held was not important, as neither of the pair had any intention of leaving the hero’s side.

The two settled together beside her bed, neither of them having any idea of when she might wake. Hythlodaeus gently slipped a large hand beneath her own, amused by the difference in size. “Somehow, I had forgotten just how small she was.” He commented, with a slight chuckle, “Azem always was the smallest of us three, but not by this much.”

Hades’ only response was a sigh. He sat back in his chair, arms folded, an air of melancholy about him as he stared at her.

The other man placed a hand on his shoulder, “She will be alright, Hades.”

“That… is not what troubles me.” He replied, continuing to stare straight ahead. “The terms on which we parted were… less than ideal.”

“Ah… yes, I believe you mentioned a fight?”

“Indeed. More than a mere fight, it was my end. Or, it would have been, if not for recent events.” Hades sighed. He glanced over at the other man for a brief moment, a look of concern in his eyes, as if he felt the need to check Hythlodaeus was still there. He continued, “I did what I felt was right. Truthfully, were events to play out once more, I do not know if my choices would remain the same. But, my concern is where it leaves her and I.”

Hythlodaeus offered a sympathetic smile. He slipped his hand underneath the other man’s arm, and lightly tugged - his way of asking for his hand when it was not in reach. Hades rolled his eyes, but granted his request, all the same. Once he had what he wanted, he threaded their fingers together, comfortingly stroking the edge of Hades’ hand with his thumb. When he spoke, his voice was gentle, “I cannot claim to know her feelings. But, I knew Azem’s-“

“Azem left.” Hades snapped. His hand squeezed tight for a moment around the other man’s, his body tense with lingering anger, “She left us, when we needed her.”

“She loved you, Hades. Loved us, with her whole heart. Her very being. If there was any way to prevent our fates, even if it amounted to nothing, she had to try. It was for that love that she could not let go.”

Hades opened his mouth as if to speak, but said nothing. He simply huffed, and turned back to face Sylvie. In the ensuing silence, he took in every detail of her face, as she slept. He sighed, uttering in a quiet voice, “…She is not Azem. Though I have been tempted to hope otherwise, it is simply a fact.”

Hythlodaeus could feel the pain in his words, and his heart ached for him. He replied, “Perhaps. But, she is not not Azem, either. If even I have seen it, in the small time that I have known her, then-“

“Yes, yes, her soul, I’m well aware-“

“Not just her soul, Hades.” Hythlodaeus interrupted, “I see pieces of Azem in near everything she does. Her smile, her courage, her kindness… you must see it too. And that is how I know, if even a fraction of that love lives on in her, then you have nothing to fear.”

Hades let out a small huff, the words leaving him speechless and with a surge of shyness. Though he felt the momentary urge to remove his hand from the other man’s grasp, and fold his arms over his chest, he did not.

They were silent for a brief time, until Hythlodaeus asked, “Say, do you remember our trip to Elpis?”

He looked confused, “Elpis? Only vaguely. I remember the key events, but not much more.”

“Ah… I see.” Hythlodaeus briefly chuckled to himself, “I believe a retelling of certain events is in order, but better saved for when our friend here is more with us.” From his perspective, that day was still recent. One of the last good memories before the tragedy began, cruelly stolen from him, but now finally restored. He remembered the shock on her face when she’d first encountered the pair, and the sorrow in her eyes when she believed herself unobserved. And, he remembered the night the three had spent together. He thought her so fascinating - such a unique, unfamiliar creature, with such a bizarre story. Never could he have imagined that it would all be true, and that the pair would play such a vital part in its epilogue. With a contented sigh, Hythlodaeus looked forward to when the story of that time could be related to Hades in full; with all the filthy details, of course.

Hythlodaeus glanced back to Hades, and raised an eyebrow, as he noticed him produce something from his pocket. A small object that fit in the palm of his hand, radiating a light amber glow.

“Is that a concept crystal?” He asked, but after a moment more observing it, he added, “Ah, no, ‘tis far too incomplete for that. A message, perhaps?”

Hades stared down at the crystal in his palm, as he answered, “It… is a creation of the unsundered. These crystals would bear an account of the life of a member of the Convocation, as we remembered them. Then, they would be used to imbue those memories within sundered souls, that they might be restored to office.”

He remained silent, watching Hades’ face, as he listened intently. The man wore a solemn expression, his eyes remained fixed on the crystal.

“This… was for Azem,” He uttered softly, “Defectors were deemed unworthy of commemoration. No crystal should have existed for her, but… it did not sit right with me. I thought that… if you had still been with us, you would not have stood for it. That is how this crystal came to be, unbeknownst to the others. It bears her relinquished title, and her signature incantation.”

In that moment, more than ever, Hythlodaeus could barely contain his pride and adoration for the man. His heart was fit to burst, knowing the love he’d poured into that little crystal.

Hades’ brow furrowed, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Hythlodaeus let out a surprised laugh, unexpectedly finding himself on the verge of joyful tears, “I’m just proud of you, Hades. It’s a beautiful tribute.” He took in a shaky breath, and wiped away the few tears that began to cloud his vision. After a moment composing himself, Hythlodaeus asked, “May I see it?”

With a nod, the man placed the crystal gently in his palm. It felt warm on his skin, and as he traced his thumb along its surface, he could feel the magic contained within. Hythlodaeus lifted it towards the sunlight, beaming as he watched the reflected light shimmer in the most beautiful shades of amber. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Hades smiling, too.

“I know not how, but after… after our final confrontation, it found its way to her,” Hades shifted his gaze to Sylvie, “‘Tis fitting, I suppose, that she would come to wield it. That is how she called to us, along with some help; and when we found her, she was still holding it. Though I borrowed it back to keep it safe, there is something else I have in mind for it.”

Hythlodaeus silently offered it back, and the other man accepted. Hades stared at the little crystal for a few moments, before he shut his eyes, and began to conjure something. The creation was small, only requiring a few moments to take form. A small cord of fabric took shape, and came to be fixed to the crystal.

When it was finished, Hades gently lifted both ends of the cord, carefully holding it up to reveal it to be a necklace. “There. Far less likely to lose the damned thing if she’s wearing it.”

“Heh. Very thoughtful, Hades.”

With a little huff, the other man rolled his eyes, but he did not deny it. He tucked the crystal away, and wordlessly rested his head against Hythlodaeus’ shoulder.

The time flew by, the pair wholly content in each other’s company. So much to catch up on, so much lost time to make up for; it came as no surprise when the sky eventually darkened outside. Once more, Hades and Hythlodaeus spent the night in the Baldesion Annex, watching over the hero. Unfortunately, they found it to be no more comfortable than the night prior, and come morning, they agreed to take up the offer of a room of their own.

Over the next few days, they scarcely left Sylvie’s bedside. Though the Scions were seemingly convinced Hades posed no imminent threat, most remained suspicious of his intentions, no matter how frequently he repeated that he had none. Even so, they agreed to let him stay, on account of the fact that the Warrior would not even be with them were it not for the pair’s intervention. It may have also occurred to some amongst them that once Hades had decided to stay, it would’ve been more trouble than it was worth to attempt to deny him. A fair few of the Scions knew from experience how difficult it could be to get rid of the former Emet-Selch.

With the matter settled for the time being, all of the Warrior’s companions paid her a number of visits. The most frequent of her visitors by far being one G’raha Tia. The day after their return marked his second visit, carrying with him a mysterious paper bag.

“How is she?” He asked politely, as he slipped inside the room.

Hythlodaeus greeted him with a smile, “Far better than when we found her, but still asleep, I’m afraid.” He sighed.

Hades let out a huff, crossing his arms, and refusing to acknowledge their visitor. Though he bore a fair few grudges against the former Exarch, the biggest reason for his disdain was the memories attached to his presence. Memories of events on the First, their failed plans, his own death, and the list went on. He could at least, however, appreciate his kindness towards Hythlodaeus. The others were not unkind, per se, but the miqo’te had been the only one amongst them to go out of his way to befriend his companion.

“Say, what do you have there?” Hythlodaeus gestured towards the bag. As G’raha approached, the smell of food wafted over, prompting Hythlodaeus to realise neither of them had eaten anything since their arrival.

G’raha smiled, as he set the bag down upon the table in the centre of the room, “I thought the two of you may be hungry, and it occurred to me you may be unaware of where to find a decent meal.” The man removed three heated sandwiches from the bag, each wrapped in paper, and set two down for the pair.

Hades glanced over his shoulder at the food, struggling to maintain his sullen expression. He had to admit, it smelled delicious - far better than anything his creation magics could conjure to sate their hunger.

“Ah! Excellent! You have our sincere thanks, G’raha Tia.” Hythlodaeus beamed, as he made his way over to join him at the table. “You know, it had escaped my notice until now, but I feel as if I haven’t eaten in millenia.” He joked, unashamed of the following chuckle at his own humour.

Hades let out a sigh, yet the corners of his mouth curved into a small smile. The temptation to join them grew stronger by the second, but his pride would not allow it.

“Believe me, I know the feeling.” G’raha replied, as he laughed along.

As he was about to eat, it came to Hythlodaeus’ attention that his partner was not with them, and had not even shifted from his place at the hero’s bedside. Ignoring his sulking, he called over, “Hades, why don’t you join us?”

“…I am fine. I’m not particularly hungry.” He lied, in the hopes of being left to himself.

The other man rolled his eyes, “Nonsense, come and sit.” Hythlodaeus beckoned to him.

The former Emet-Selch could not last against such pressure from him, and Hythlodaeus knew it. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. It had always been his way, he supposed, to push him outside the realms of his own comfort. Without a word, he made his way over to join them at the table; avoiding G’raha’s gaze as he took a seat beside the food set out for him.

Hades kept his eyes cast down, but Hythlodaeus grinned at him all the same. He leaned towards the other man, to press a brief, yet thankful kiss to his cheek; and watched as his face immediately flooded with heat.

They spent a few moments in silence, as the group enjoyed their meals, until the former Exarch spoke up. He inquired about the pair’s plans going forwards, and was surprised to learn that for the moment, they had none; that they were committed to staying by the Warrior of Light’s side, until she had recovered. Hythlodaeus explained that whatever did come next could not come without first talking to her, and told him how he hoped she would be a part of their future plans. With great fondness, G’raha said that he wished for the very same - that so long as he had a place in her life, he was happy.

They continued talking until well after they had finished eating. Not a difficult feat for the ancients, spurred by hunger to finish quickly, yet G’raha differed in how he took the time to savour his meal. Even so, time flew by through pleasant conversation, during which Hades slowly grew more comfortable - even going so far as to chime in a few times, and with minimal insults at that.

As early evening rolled around, their time together came to an end, with the former Exarch realising he still had matters to attend to before the day's end. He assured them he would stop by again as soon as he was able, and as he bid the pair farewell, even Hades was surprised by the slight smile on his own face. It warmed Hythlodaeus’ heart to see him with reason to smile, after all the man had suffered in his absence. He was glad not to be alone with his thoughts at that moment, lest he be forced to confront the tremendous guilt he felt over said absence. Though his thoughts did initially begin to head that way, he was grateful for the distraction as Hades reached over to lace their fingers together, and rested his head on Hythlodaeus’ shoulder.

A surge of warmth rose in his chest that gave way to a small laugh, “I knew it.”

“…Knew what?” Hades asked wearily, still leaning against the other man.

With their hands linked together, Hythlodaeus tenderly stroked his thumb along the back of Hades’ hand. “The Exarch, as you call him. I knew you would warm up to him.” Though obviously pleased with himself, his reply came in a soft tone, filled with warmth.

Hades’ only reply was a huff, silent for a few moments, until eventually he confessed, “He is… not entirely intolerable, I suppose.”

“Heh, rather lofty praise, coming from you.” Hythlodaeus chuckled softly, eventually trailing off into a content hum. It was incredible how much the man he loved had changed, yet equally how much he’d stayed the same. He gazed down at their hands, continuing his idle affection as he spoke, “Whatever may have transpired between you both in the past, he is a good man. I’m grateful that you gave him a chance today.”

He scoffed, his tiredness evident in his subdued tone, “How can you be so certain of his character when you’ve essentially only just met the man?”

Hythlodaeus let out a yawn, resting his head against Hades’ as he settled. He fought to keep his eyes open, despite the ever increasing desire to let them close, as he answered, “Hmm… There are numerous answers I could give you, yet the simplest is that our friend here trusts him, more than most.” He answered warmly, with a fond smile, “Our Azem always was an excellent judge of character.”

Hades let out another huff, and nestled closer to the other man. As close as he could physically be. He pondered Hythlodaeus’ words for a while, coming to terms with the irritating fact that the hero’s companions were perhaps not as worthless and inept as he’d thought them to be. They had managed some impressive feats together, he supposed. It was possible that he may have misjudged them.

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Hours passed before Hades realised the pair had drifted off at the hero’s bedside, again. Hythlodaeus sat slumped against him, sleeping soundly. The best thing would have been to retire to their bed for the night, but that would have required far more effort than he was willing to exert at that moment. His heavy eyelids made going back to sleep all the more appealing, even if he would regret it later. 

Or at least, that had been how he’d felt, up until the moment he noticed Sylvie stirring. Her hand flexed, her face scrunched in discomfort, and at that, Hades was wide awake. He nudged Hythlodaeus a few times, earning a groan in response, as he reached up to rub the sleep from his eyes.

Slowly, the miqo’te’s own eyes blinked open. Hades watched her take in her surroundings, until eventually, her half-lidded eyes met his. 

“…Hades?” Her voice was hoarse, and terribly quiet. 

When she spoke his name, for a moment, his mind went blank. There had been so many things he’d had to say to her, but when the opportunity finally came, he could remember none of them. His lips parted slightly, frozen as he stared back at her, until he finally found his words. 

“…I’m here.” 

He wanted to reach out to her - to comfort her, hold her hand, but the fear that she would not want such a thing held him back. 

Her expression was one of confusion, and disbelief, as she blinked slowly at him. Her gaze shifted to the man beside him, as she asked, “Is this… Am I dead…?” 

The pair were taken aback, though from her perspective, it was not an unreasonable conclusion. Hades opened his mouth to speak, but Hythlodaeus was the first to reply, “I assure you, my friend, we are all very much alive.”

Sylvie furrowed her brow, looking even more confused, “I… don’t understand. I was fighting, and then…”

Hades' expression changed, and he let out a deep sigh. His frustration welled beneath the surface at the reminder of her reckless actions; how little care she’d had for her own life, and how close it came to being lost. He thought of what they’d given up to save her, and how he wished he’d hesitated even slightly. It was not the first time he’d leapt to her rescue without a second thought, regardless of the consequences, and at this rate, it would likely not be the last. 

The bard gently took her small hand in his own, while his other took hold of Hades’. With the man lost in thought, Hythlodaeus answered, “Not long after we parted ways, our Hades sensed you were in danger. He brought us to your aid, and along with your friends, saw you safely home.” He beamed proudly as he told her how Hades had rescued her, whilst hardly mentioning his own involvement. 

Our Hades. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“I… I thought…” Sylvie murmured. The miqo’te paused, wincing at a sudden pain as she made an attempt to steady herself with a deep breath. She continued in a quiet voice, “I thought I… heard you. I heard your voices… It was nice, but I never believed you would really be here.” 

Hades loudly cleared his throat. Internally, he was more than pleased to hear that she was comforted by their presence, and did not seem to resent him, as he’d feared, yet he found himself unable to express it. 

He recalled how she had winced, and asked, “Are you in pain?”

“I… can manage.” 

He frowned, “Don’t be stubborn. Show me where it hurts.” 

Sylvie pouted, while her free hand slowly gestured over her chest. “Here. Ah… breathing is… somewhat painful, but really, it’s not-“

“Yes, thank you, that’s quite enough.” Hades gently placed his open palm over the centre of her torso. The Warrior visibly tensed, and he worried for a moment that the contact was too much, too soon; but, within a few moments, she settled. He shut his eyes, carefully feeling for the damage, and began to weave a healing spell.

Though he prided himself on being adept at all kinds of magic, healing was his least practiced. He could perform it to a satisfactory extent, of course, but it did not come quite as easily as most others. Hades thought to himself that he should look to strengthen his healing, as it likely won’t be the last time Sylvie will be in need of it. 

As he concentrated on the spell, it took a good few moments for Hades to realise what his last thought had just implied — that it was a given they would be staying with her. It surprised him how readily he accepted such an idea, without question. But really, he thought, was it so absurd? If he was truly honest with himself, this was what he wanted, more than anything — for the three of them to be together, and allowed to simply live. 

This was what Hades wanted, and it felt somewhat freeing to admit it to himself. But, was it what Hythlodaeus wanted? If the other man knew that it was Hades’ desire, he would go along with it in a heartbeat, with little thought as to what he truly wanted. He couldn’t tell him, he decided. After giving away his life in the service of others, Hythlodaeus deserved to choose what he did next. 

“Is everything alright?” Hythlodaeus asked, softly, “You look as if something’s on your mind.” 

He cleared his throat, “Just… concentrating,” When he glanced back at Sylvie, she looked far more relaxed; her head leaned to one side, while her eyes were barely open. He withdrew his hand, and asked, “Better?” 

Eyes half closed, she nodded, “Mhm.” 

Without much thought, Hades reached his hand to brush the hair out of her face. For a brief moment, he froze, again worrying it too much; but he soon breathed a sigh of relief, as a soft purr rumbled in the miqo’te’s throat, and a slight smile formed on her lips. A light flush coloured his face, prompted by the unexpected intimacy. Though the other man said nothing, he could feel Hythlodaeus staring at him, likely with a wide smile on his own face. 

He suddenly gasped, “Oh! My friend, you must be dreadfully parched,” Hythlodaeus rose to his feet, and immediately made his way towards the door. He called back to them, “I’ll just be a moment!” 

So soon was he gone that Hades had no time to object. The prospect of being alone with her already terrified him, with so much unsaid between them. 

When the door closed behind him, silence fell over the room. Hades felt all the more vulnerable and awkward, without the other man at his side. As Sylvie quietly stared at him, he cast his eyes down to the floor, unable to meet her gaze. He felt far more insecure than he ever had in her presence; with no masks of any sort to hide behind, he sat before her as his true self. 

“You look so different.”

“Ah…” Hades brought himself to glance up at her, and found her smiling at him so warmly, that a portion of the tension in his body dissipated. He began to explain, “Well, though I suppose sentimentality bade me keep my face across all the lives I lead, the rest of my appearance-“

She shook her head, “Not like that.”

A slender hand reached towards his face, and his body moved of its own accord — leaning forwards just enough to allow her to touch him. As she cupped the side of Hades’ jaw, his heart began to beat faster in his chest, and it took all his willpower not to lean further into her touch. Her thumb brushed over his cheek, and he wondered if she could feel the heat in his face, as he did. 

The Warrior regarded him with warm eyes, and a loving smile. “You look so much happier, Emet-Selch. Hades. It’s as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Your eyes are so much brighter than they used to be.”

“…Ah.” 

He felt her hand tremble, and without hesitation, he lifted his own to hold it. Hades noticed those warm eyes had become glassy, filled with tears. “I missed you so much.” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, as if the words pained her. 

He could have pointed out how the time they were apart was nothing, compared to the centuries alone he endured. Were she almost anyone else, he would have given voice to his thoughts, but this time, Hades kept it to himself. 

“Gods…” Sylvie murmured, with a sniffle, as she raised her free hand to wipe away the few tears she had shed, “I spent so long imagining what I would say to you, if I could. I never thought I’d get another chance after… and now, of course, I remember none of it.” 

“I… feel much the same.” He quietly replied. 

Once again, the room fell silent. Hades wondered how it could possibly take so long to simply fetch some water. 

It was in that silence, however, that he remembered his gift to her. Her wide eyes watched him curiously, as Hades lifted it from his pocket, concealed in his fist. He took hold of her hand, and without a word, placed it gently in her palm. When his hand withdrew, revealing the gift, Sylvie’s face lit up. 

“My crystal!” She gasped. 

It was jarring, initially, to hear it referred to as her’s; though, he supposed it might as well be. Hades could scarcely think of anyone more entitled to claim it. 

“How did you… Did I lose it?” The miqo’te looked up at him, her brows furrowed, with a mild look of concern. Her thumb stroked the smooth surface of the amber crystal, and she glanced back down, “Oh! You’ve made it into a necklace?” 

“It was in your hand when we came to your aid. I kept it safe, fearing it may slip from your grasp.” 

Hades recalled how tightly she had gripped it, despite how weak she had been. Even unconscious, she protected it with all the strength she had left. 

He cleared his throat, in the hopes of masking the smile it brought to his face, “…And, yes, I attached the cord in the hopes that-“

“That I may keep it close to my heart?”

Hades scoffed, “That you may be less likely to lose it.” 

Her words caused his face to burn a touch hotter. He wondered if, even subconsciously, such a thought had been a part of the idea. 

With a wide grin, Sylvie giggled quietly, “Thank you, Hades.”

He uttered a vague sound of acknowledgement, while his eyes lingered on the crystal in her hand. He thought of the memories contained within, and the turmoil in his heart when he’d created it. Sorrow and anger — anger towards the Unsundered for excluding her, and Azem herself, for giving them reason to. But, in spite of it all, he defied them, and crafted it alone; believing it the right thing to do. His past self could never have imagined that the decision would lead him here. 

Hades thought of his retelling of all this to Hythlodaeus (who had still not returned), and he realised there was a gap in the story — one that the hero could likely shed some light on. When he looked up at her, he noted her half-lidded eyes; they looked so tired, yet remained fixed on him, filled with adoration, and a residual hint of disbelief. 

“There is one thing I have been wondering,” He began, “How is it that the crystal found its way to you?” 

Sylvie furrowed her brow, glancing down at it in her hand for a moment, “Oh. Hythlodaeus said I could have it.”

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind Hades, “Did I, now? Well, how very kind of me!”

Hythlodaeus carefully shut the door behind him, and made his way over to the pair, bearing his usual cheerful expression. Sylvie beamed at the man as he approached. 

Hades sighed, “How in the world does it take you so long to simply fetch some water?”

“Oh, was I gone long? Forgive me, I must have been a tad distracted along the way.” Hythlodaeus chuckled softly. He took a glass from the counter, filling it with the contents of the jug he carried. 

Sylvie thanked him, as he handed her the glass, then proceeded to down the contents in seconds. She seemed surprised, unaware of how badly she’d needed it. Hythlodaeus took the glass to refill, but gently suggested she take it a touch slower, this time. 

It wasn’t too much later, that the hero began drifting back to sleep. She fought to keep her eyes open, and her head upright, lifting it up everytime it lolled to the side. Though despite her efforts, her responses grew few and far between, and she struggled to keep her head far from her pillow. 

“Oh, you look ever so tired.” Hythlodaeus said softly, his hand resting gently atop her own. 

“Perhaps we should give her some peace in which to rest. Come, Hythlodaeus.” He began to stand, but suddenly felt a small hand weakly grip his wrist.

“W-Wait,” Sylvie spoke up, “Please, don’t go. I… I’ve only just gotten you back.” 

Her words tugged at his heart, as she described a feeling he knew all too well. Hades offered her a sympathetic look. He assured her, “There is no need to fret, we will still close by. We have no plans to go anywhere else, as of yet.” 

“Just… Please, stay with me.” She begged, in a small voice. 

He sighed. The miqo’te stared up at him with big, pleading eyes, to which Hades found it impossible to refuse. 

Hythlodaeus chuckled, “I see no harm in keeping her company.” 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Hades groaned. “…Very well.” He relented, with a sigh. 

Despite the hero’s pleading, it could only have been around a half hour later that she drifted off entirely. With every exhale, she purred softly; a soothing sound that, in the time they were together, Hades had always found to aid in easing his worries. 

“Are you alright, Hades?”

“What? Y-Yes, I’m fine.” He answered, folding his arms over his chest. Though, once prompted, he realised there was something that had been bothering him, “…You speak to her as if she is Azem.” 

“Oh? Is that a problem?” 

He sighed, “It is just… important you bear in mind that she is not Azem.”  

“Hm…” Hythlodaeus lifted his hand to his chin, looking deep in thought, “…You say that, and yet, when I look at her, I do see our Azem. I am not so blind that I do not see the person she is now, of course, far from it. She is remarkable in her own right. But… It is hard to look at her, with her bright smile, and her shining soul, and not see the woman we love.” 

For a while, Hades said nothing, simply stared blankly ahead at the hero. Perhaps there truly was more of Azem in her that he’d dared to let himself hope. 

“Well… I suppose it matters not, so long as you remain aware of the truth. Do not search for something in her that is not there.” 

He startled slightly, at the gentle touch of a hand atop his own. 

Hythlodaeus smiled reassuringly, “It’s alright, Hades. I’m moved that you care so deeply. But, I assure you, I am simply appreciative of what is there.”