Hades
The world spun around, every single thing losing colour in an instant. I reached for the wretched mark. Every other sound dull against the roaring of my own pulse against my ears.
I traced the jagged incomplete letter, my fingers twitching from the strength it took not to try and rip it off his body. But I knew well it could never be that simple, it would do no good.
I was less of a mark and more of an indentation scribbled into the skin. My breath caught, as I look in the cruel symbol. It pigment was darker, more arcane than simple ink. It could have been my paranoia and shock but I could hear it speak.
Ice carved its way up my finger tips, to my arms. I could feel it's daunting coolness rake it's sway through my chest to my heart and lungs--- squeezing and tightening until my breathing thinned and turned shallow.
