If a person had asked Alexander what true peace was before this death, he'd had told them his peace was being in the quiet, alone with Tarsi.
At this moment, he couldn't have told anything. There was literally nothing. Emptiness beyond description.
And then, suddenly, a sensation. Out of nothing, a sensation. Like, he was floating, he was being pulled. He tried to open his eyes ad he felt another presence nearby.
How odd. Suddenly, sensation. Vague, but there. Then, slowly, voices heard. Not Tarsi. Not his. Strong voices. Familiar voices.
"...think I didn't plan for this?"
"I think it doesn't matter."
"You'd be wrong, then. Right now, that pathetic excuse for a God called Hades has recovered their bodies for me. They may not have had souls, but their consciousness..."They felt something shift, as if something had revealed them to greater, darker presence. "All that they are is right here, with me."
"It doesn't matter, meat. Even if you restore the binds and cuffs, the chains are weakened beyond all repair."
"You underestimate my abilities, Traitor." Suddenly, Alexander felt himself floating upwards, towards some great light."They will reforge your chains with their rekindled Hearts. I will bind your hands and feet for as long as I am able..."
And then suddenly intense pain. Intense fucking pain was the only way to describe it. Flashes. Teeth. Chernabog. Limbs being severed and flesh being ripped, gnashing teeth and a violent mouth that vied for blood. No time to run. Not time to defend, or even think. Pain.
And right now, new pain. The pain of new limbs sprouting upp where others were lost, recovering from being ripped apart and chewed by vile fangs with ill intent. Alexander screamed, and even then it was so loud as to be silent, his voice being forced into decibels far above what a normal human hears. Everything flooded back to him now. All the pain, the memories, all of it. And in a single, pure string of instant after instant it was ecstasy. The glorious pain of being reborn, life forcing its way into his corpse as conflict within a dead, defeated heart roared back to life, the broken chains being reconnected. And like that, he was back. He was in pain, alive, but the process left a residual hurting as he sprang up, eyes wide from adrenaline overload. Tarsi, too had exploded back to life, her body wracked with pain, her legs wobbly and new. Alexander and her could barely stand, but they could crawl, and they meet each other half way. They took each other, shoulder against shoulder, arms around their necks, and stood slowly, weakly, their limbs shaken and confused rose from the ground. Alexander could see. He saw the black heart before him, the aura of conflict exploding forth from it. The darkness inside of it. Who then was this before them, that had brought them here? They were gone. They'd been to oblivion. And then, the both recalled the name mentioned by one of the beings.
Hades. They had no idea who that was, or the relevance he'd had, but they knew that this person before them was likely the bearer of that name. Around them the others started to come too and regenerate, with horrifying screams of utter agony enveloping them. The wails would die down surely, but for now the two endured them, the presence before them giving both pause in this clearing of nightmares, deep inside the blackness that enveloped them.
___________________The future is not fair to the past because by definition it has already surpassed it."There was a sickness."