A/N:- This battle is kind of gory and might make some people uncomfortable. So tread carefully.
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Entering the cell, Hades was met by a sight that would lodge in a child's mind like a splinter.
Perched on the bunk, balanced on the balls of his feet, squatted a bald man, head and body scrawled with shifting black marks. He was tearing into raw human flesh, sharp canines ripping, pulling, chewing with wet smacks.
Hades stepped inside. The door boomed shut behind him—Vulcan's doing—sealing them in the twelve-by-twelve box of stone. A toilet trench stank in one corner, a pot in the other. High up, a small window bled weak light through iron grills.
Hades took one slow step.
The prisoner stopped mid-bite.
He raised flat grey eyes, not quite meeting Hades' gaze, and spoke in a soft, cracked voice.
"So… you were sent to kill me?"
"Yes," Hades said, voice low.
Crimson claws slid from his fingertips with a soft, wet snikt.
"I hope you enjoyed your last meal."
