Title: Conversations With Death. 1/3
Author: RainWolf
Pairing: C/S
Rating: PG-13 for language
Fandom: Xena/Herc
Summary: Strife contemplates his life while chatting with Hades in the Underworld.
Warnings: Lots and I mean LOTS of angst here. It makes me cry to read this. Might become a songfic.
I hate this ya know? Not being with Cupid and the kids. I mean at least you get to see ‘Sephie for most of the year, but I can’t even see my own family. The bastard said they were forbidden to come down here.
:::YELLS:::
I mean how cruel is that ta deny children ta see their parent. Lycius and Mera are only babies!
:::Starts to cry softly.:::
:::Hand is placed on shoulder:::
Yeah I know. I have ta be strong. It’s just not fair. Mom and Ares and hell most of the Pantheon is trying ta get me some kind of visiting time with them. It’s not like I can be brought back ya know.
Unc’ look I appreciate what ya doin’ for me. I really do. Are you sure ‘Sephie is okay with tis?”
:::Smiles when he sees nod of reassurance.:::
Um can I be alone for a bit? Tell Pho’ and Dem’ I’ll see them later. I just to think about some things.
Strife God of Mischief watched his Uncle Hades vanish from the room. One single tear fell down his face as he thought of his family and how much he missed them. He could feel their thoughts and prayers to him constantly.
Zeus, bastard that he was had decreed that Cupid and the children were forbidden to visit with him. Like dying by the crazy chick Callisto wasn’t bad enough, oh no, the old goat decided to really tear into the Mischief god. For whatever reason Zeus had it out for Strife.
Sighing he laid down in his bed and dreamt of Cupid and the kids.