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A lot and a lot of nothing because half of them decided to never speak and then occasionally speak

The man turned towards her, turning his white, purple, red eyes on her. “He was you love, yes? And he is currently in Hel. You have one chance to save him, so I advise taking it. Otherwise, he will stay here, aftermore.”

Hestia slowly placed her hand at her side, pulling about a smal sword. “Who Are You? And what do you want?”

The man—woman, now—turned towards her. “A stiria. Interesting.”

What?

The dark waters pulled apart to show a handsome, wizened face. It was a place man, with a thick white beard, and white eyes, his hair not covered by any sort of hair.

And then it was a beautiful woman, with dark hair, and red eyes, her lips in the perfect shape of a bow, and long dark eyelashes.

And then it was a green snake, with gold scales, and purple eyes to match, staring back at Hestia.

There was no perfect shape, it seemed, for it changed every so often.

Then it spoke.

“I have your lover, Infernalis.”

Hestia looked at Ace. What the hell was it talking about?

Hestia shook her head. She understood it. She cleared her throat and took Ace’s hands in hers, tearing her eyes away from the grey sand. It was nothing, likely just another freak of nature, like all of them.

“Ace. Acelopina. I love—“

Hadrian cleared his throat, interrupting Hestia in the middle of her monologue. “Um, I know I’m not the magic user or whatever, but is that supposed to be happening?” He pointed forward, directly between the two lovebirds, at the water.

Hestia turned her head, taking a step back. The water was dark, darker even. It was black, and viscous, like fluid shadows, or even blood.

Something began to rise from the water, in the shape of a man. “Ace. What the hell is this?”

Alex nodded sadly. “I’m sorry to hear that, Acelopina. But despite it all, were here do you.” He paused. “I’m here for you.”

He awkwardly clasped a hand on her shoulder, before moving away, to let her and Julian talk. They likely needed to catch on over the span of years, and Acelopina likely needed to explain the sudden appearance of the darker skinned girl, and the apparent GAP in the twin square? What the hell was that about?

Hestia but her lip, watching the scene. This would’ve been the perfect opportunity to leave, yk just slip away. But she couldn’t.

She loved Ace, she came to realize, and she couldn’t just leave her without a proper goodbye. She looked away, at the blue waves hitting the Grey sand.

Wait.

Grey sand?

Alex raised a brow. Over the years he had gotten to know Dante and Cas, and he liked Cas quite a lot. “What do you mean “was”?”

Hadrian had finally gotten up from the sand, dusting himself off. The sand stuck to his skin, so he grumbled underneath his mouth. “I spent a hard time, working on this shirt.”

“That is not a shirt.” Hestia commented. “In Stiria, we call that a belly shirt.”

“Didn’t ask.” Hadrian said, rolling his eyes.

Hestia smiled and placed her dagger away.

Hestia followed slightly, confused. She quickly unsheathed a dagger from under her corset, seeing Hadrian on the sand, looking like the breath was knocked out of him.

Just because Ace hugged them, doesn’t mean they were out of danger just yet. Ace had hugged Marcus too, and he ended up trying to kill her at one point, apparently.

“Who are you?” She asked defiantly, dagger held out in front of her.

Alex turned towards her, surprised for a moment before quickly settling for a look of interest. “I suppose your Hestia. Personally, Julian, I prefer her to the other one. What was his name..? Aloysius, no, that was his middle name. OH, Marcus. Yeah, he has an aura I didn’t like. I like this one.”

Hestia watched the man speak, his brows furrowed. Was he insane? She had a dagger held out at him, AT him, and he was reacting like Eleonora’s husband…

Eleonora’s husband.

What had happened to him?

He wasn’t dead, they would know, because they had to count the amount of bodies. 167. A genocide.

But, if that wasn’t it, then WHERE WAS HE.

Hestia tried to hide the confusion and irritation on her face as she motioned with her dagger. “Answer my question.”

“Shut up, Jules.” Alex panted, before twisting Hadrian’s arm even greater, causing the boy to fall to the sand, on his face. Alex stood up, hands on his hips.

“I still got it.” He had a wide toothed grin on his face. Then he looked at Hadrian. “Do you know where my goddaughter is? Acelopina?”

Hadrian flipped over, laying on the ground, panting. He looked at Alex. “What?”

This was insane.

This was borderline insane, Hadrian thought, which was weird because he literally witnessed a genocide in front of his eyes, and one of his friends dying by falling down an abyss.

But this was another level of weird.

•••

Hestia paused in the middle of her talking, seeing Hadrian fighting. A lighter skinned man, one with red hair, came up behind Hadrian.

“Ace?”

Hestia nodded. “I won’t die, Ace. I won’t get hurt at all. I promise you that. I love you so much, and I won’t do anything to. Leave you. Not anymore, not with all you’ve been through.”

She promised, and she would keep that promise, unless for some reason, she HAD to stay down here. Hestia didn’t think there was any scenario, unless all Hell broke loose, quite literally.

••••


Hadrian opened his mouth before closing it. He paused.

Then he screamed as a hand landed on his shoulder. He reared his elbow back, knocking into the person behind him, before grabbing the hand and flipping them. The person— Hadrian could see, it was a man now— grunted before twisting around and causing Hadrian to fall to his knees.

Hadrian tilted his head at the dark haired man in front of him; a string shouldered, widely built man, with freckles and piercing hazel eyes. “Who are you?”

“If you would let me speak—“ the man panted, “I’m Alexius.”

“I love you, you know that?” She said, reaching forward to push a lock of Ace’s hair behind her ear. A month ago, Ace had requested for Hadrian to cut her sue, except it turned out awry, and she ended up almost murdering him for making her look bald, instead of a small cut.

Hestia smiled at the memory. Then, rested her hand on Ace’s face. She leaned toward and pressed her forehead against Ace’s. “I’ll always love you. But I have a kingdom to rule, and I have to go back to it. You understand that, right?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hadrian tilting his head at the bird a bit, furrowing his brows.

(YES, you got the Raven hint 💃🏾)

“I’m okay.”

Better than okay. Better than fine. She was great.

Wonderful, even.

“But, I think we should talk, Ace—“

Hadrian caught up to him. He spent a moment in his knees, wheezing. “Ace…you can’t…do that…you would die.” After a moment, his body shuddered with a loose breath, and he looked up at Hesti.

“Hey Hesti.”

“Hey, Drian.”

Quickly, over those months, Hadrian and Hestia found themselves fitness. They found that they had more in common than they thought, despite Hadrian being a human who used to believe witches were corrupted, and Hestia just being…Hestia. They even had a little handshake that confused Ace, just the way they liked it.

“How are you?”

“Good, Drian. Now, could you excuse us for a moment?”

He looked between the two women, Ace and Hestia, and his cheeks went a bit red. “Oh. Um, sorry.”

He stepped away, before spotting a Raven at the far ends of the beach, and running after it.

Hestia rolled her eyes and turned back to face Ace. “Ace.”

Hesti whirled as she heard footsteps behind her.

Ace was there, Hadrian trying to catch up. “Ace!” He yelled, “what if you get assassinated?!?”

Hestia smiled.

She moved toward a bit, catching Ace in her arms and kissing her with a passion. She had a smile on her face. She felt sad, but also happy to start this new life, to start being a queen.

“How are you?” Hestia asked, pulling back from Ace. She looked at her crystal blue eyes. “Are you okay?”

Hadrian smiled at Ace in the mirror. “You look quite uncomfortable.”

Throughout these months, he had become Ace’s Second. What’s exactly did that entail for him? He didn’t know, but he did know that he trusted Ace enough to make sure that they didn’t all die, or have… THAT happen again.

“And anyway,” Hadrian said, standing up. His dark hair was cut short, in a buzzcut style. He wore a short cut shirt, the cut on his abdomen showing off, along with the glistening sweat in his abs. He had just finished training.

“We have someone to meet, don’t we?” He moved to the window and looked out, towards the Soulless Beach.

There was so many funerals that week. So much burning of bodies, so much tears, so much pain.

Ace had lost it when they had to cremate her parents.

And Mal.

She was out of tears by the time Darian came around, so instead, Hestia cried. And cried. And cried. They couldn’t find Marcus; it was assumed that he had fell down the crevice so deeply, he couldn’t be retrieved.

The war was over; Gaelanon was the leader of Illusium, turned out, and without a leader, they had no reason to fight a war anymore.

And so, the soldiers went away back to their little land.

So, here, three months later, Hestia stood in the Soulless Beach, watching the sunset. Her dark hair was out, flowing with the wind, and her light brown fingers were covered in golden rings. She wore a billowy white dress, the waist pulled back with a small brown corset. Around her neck was a dark black ribbon, which contrasted nicely with her light brown skin. The sleeves of her dress didn’t have shoulders, so that started at her arms.

Suffice to say, she looked like the Queen that she was. As it was, it was time for her to return to Stiria, as the war was over, and she had a kingdom to run.

So, she was waiting.

To say her goodbyes.

*go to the soulless beach*

Hadrian took a step into the abyss.

And using, all of his strength, and trustworthiness, he followed forward, towards Hestia, and Ace.

The screaming had quickly stopped, and Hestia didn’t want to turn and see what was left of the genocide.

Everyone was dead.

There was no one alive, and even if there was, it sure wasn’t obvious that they were. Instead, there was just a deep silence, something that was so suffocating, it practically choked Hestia.

Until…there was a small cry. Hestia looked up, over the bodies, and the still gushing blood of Mal besides her, and she saw Hadrian.

Hadrian Saar, holding a hand to his stomach, blood dribbling from his mouth and nose. He saw Hestia and waved.

“Hi there!”

His deep voice, that surely didn’t match his personality, echoed over the gap. Hestia stared at the gal for a moment, before something came to her mind.

She could use her magic to go across it.

She gives her hand towards the gap, and called Hadrian to walk across. “TRUST ME.”

Hestia was the first to react. She flicked her finger viciously, causing a swirl of wind to toppled the assailant of into the abyss.

“No.” She said, staring at Mal’s body.

He was decapitated.

He didn’t even fucking get to say bye, or speak, or anything.


“Oh my god.”

She said, tears beginning to form at her cheeks. She had known Mal since she was a teenager. Diplomatic relations between Aenia and Stiria.

“Oh my god.”

She wasn’t sure how to react.

She fell to her knees, and shoved her hands in her hair. There was blood. There was so much blood, it was everyone.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

No.