For hours, Deimos was silent. He laid in the cage, eyes wide open as he stared into the nothing that was his room. It was dark, he couldn't see a thing around him, and didn't feel the need to try.

He closed his eyes, curling into a ball as he clutched at his legs as if it would bring him any sort of comfort.

He could feel his body cramping up, and still, he did not move. He felt a sort of coldness seeping through his bones, and still, he did not move.

He kept still, until finally, his mind slipped away, and his breath ceased to push into his lungs.

Hours later, he was found dead. Curled into a ball, cold to the touch with something clutched in his frozen hand.

A hair clip shaped like a leaf.

Balder screamed at Loki for hours, screaming and punching and crying for the man who was now dead.

Apollon had to stop himself from throwing himself off of a cliff in despair.

Hades returned to the underworld, hiding away from the gods once more in rage and heartbreak.

Zeus destroyed the garden in his fury, killing all of the inhabitants who lay within.

Thoth kept Deimos at his side, wrapping the dead god in bandages and keeping him locked away where he would be hurt no more.

Loki had no control, and burned everything in his path, killing and destroying in reckless abandon.

Tsukito vanished into the moon, remembering the words that his Artemis had said to him as he felt no emotion and coldly looked out at the earth.

Takeru rose the oceans, forcing tsunamis onto lands, screaming in the depths of the ocean for the love that he had not had a chance to love.

Dionysus drained his sorrows away in booze, and had many lovers to take his mind away from the man that could never be his.

Anubis closed himself away, trying to forget everything that had happened.

Artemis... Deimos... He was no longer theirs. And instead, a new Goddess was to take his place.

The Painted Lady; Ursa.