Hades - Three

He scanned the area quickly, his crimson mask covering his melted face. His eyes were blurred, and his face was littered in scars. Their appearance long and white, from about a year or age.

Death was his son.

He had created this. . . Murderer.

And his own son, his flesh and blood, had tried to kill him.

Walking back and forth, his abdomen jointed out from his shirt. From the waist and below, he was practically a machine.

A series of wires, bolts, nuts, and metal. All formed to create legs and help him digest food (somewhat) normally.

After Nico— Death blew up his torso and nearly killed him— he managed to escape. Recovering in a hospital with many donors, and retreated to his home.

Or what was left of it.

The walls were burned, and the corpses of his staff lay in dust at his prosthetic feet. With no tears going down his face, or even in his eyes, he frowned.

The red mask covering his face was getting stuffy, but he didn't take it off. He was partially afraid that if he took it off, the fumes or the area would kill him within seconds.

Sighing, he looked at the sky.

The sun was dimming, and Hades had only one other place in mind. One their place he needed to go.

To Deaths hideout.

He needed revenge.

Chuckling harshly, he held no remorse for the son he once had. He turned his heel, and let his boots hit the ground. One at a time as he stalked to a yard.

Outside, there were two boys on the porch.

"Found you." Hades whispered, still safely hidden behind the house.

A/n;
This update is short, I admit,
But FRENCH SUCKS!! LIKE!!! NOOOO!! IDK IMP OR PC NOW!!! NEITHER TO I CARE!!!

- Bridget