The Third sin

nothing left.

Author's note: sorry if the last chapter didn't live up to expectations I wrote in in like 30minutes. I didn't post yesterday because I was ill after my second covid vaccine. I did not think it would take three chapters for this and I'm sorry for the cliff-hangers if they caused you pain;  they are supposed to keep u reading :).

Tw's: character death, arson, weapons, panic attack(s),corpses, mourning, murder is in italics btw

He was sprinting away from the voices, not inside his head, the desperate screams of peoples' recognisable screams he knew, he knew them. Angry shouts could be heard in the distance. Hades could feel burning on his ankles and calves but brushed it off and over-exertion unaware of the flames making a chase for his warming skin. 

What was the second rule again? After destroying documents he was supposed to- look for survivors? No. He had no clue what the next rule was, so he went with the next best option, gathering supplies, any survivors he did find would be defenceless if they had no food, clean water or medicine. Most of the people were dead by now, all because Hades forgot one key point. Every other house had an emergency bunker underground, trapping them. As he was unaware of this Hades bolted around another corner to the supply shack. 

His eyes widened. 

It was all in flames. That's when he felt the blaze of heat on his back. Leaping forward, and turning around, they finally saw what they'd done. Then he remembered the people, who were burning because of him. The kind baker who asked for special knives in return for pastries and such, the elders, greedy bastards they were, never sharing, never caring: the village would be better without them.. But there wasn't a village left. 

Finally observing his surroundings, Hades witnessed the destruction he had caused. A flick of the eyes and he saw where the workshop is, or was. His body wracked with sobs, containing most of his sniffling as to not alert any nearing soldiers. Then he heard footsteps. It wasn't even deliberate, just another instinct. His first kill, well kills, two men lay dead in front of him, the third shuffling away from his comrades. Bellowing, shouting coughing up blood in chunks, practically half dead. Hades knew the child-like man wouldn't survive this, better to put out of his misery, he thought, no-one wants to bleed to death. With one swing of his freshly blood covered scythe and he'd now killed three men he never even knew. 

Finding a store of equipment near the no longer standing workshop, he heard the victory cries from where he stood, crouched over the remains of the only home he'd ever known.  The joyous shouts pushed him over the edge. Hades began to scream, shouting and crying wondering how any human being could celebrate taking a living breathing being's life. 

He'd taken a human's life, he'd taken three. Taking another person had made him feel incredibly powerful, not kind that you got when helping someone, the kind that flowed through your veins when you were totally in control of someone's life. Deciding if they get to live or not. 

Then he felt it again. The surge of power throughout his body, it was different this time, it was someone he knew. The he looked around, all the flames had been put out by the leaving army, who hadn't lost any soldiers. 

A pain in his chest caused his anger to halt in it's tracks, his eyes glided over the ruins. into the basement of his parents' house, his house. Two charred, bodies, almost unrecognisable but Hades knew. Those were his parents, the people that had taken care of him his whole life, who he would never be able to speak too again. As they stumbled  backwards onto solid ground, he was thankful he'd never been to a funeral before. He didn't think he would be able to ever even be reminded of his family the pain in chest hurt so badly. 

After collecting everything he possibly need, he ran, tears speeding down his face he ran..