The wind surged around me in a protective barrier, stopping werewolves and arrows in their wake. The wind was so powerful that even my body felt like it was swaying.

When the wind died down, the ruins had been moved. We now stood in an ancient arena built out of white tiles from the ruins of Ocean View. The hunters and werewolves looked around, skittish even nervous. I was too.

"I'm hurt that you didn't invite me."

I whirled around to see Jake sitting all cool-like on a pillar. The overcast sky let a single beam of the sun onto him like a personal spotlight.

"Honestly, I didn't think we'd need you." I told him. He narrowed his eyes at all the enemies that was around us.

"Skin the leader," he told me. He turned to the others. ", protect her while she does it and I, well I will take care of these guys."

And he jumped off the pillar immediately landing on a hunter. He grabbed his neck and the power of Death coursed through him, turning his veins black. He threw the guy into a pillar and advanced to the rest as the Lyons recovered and attacked.

Psyche and the rest pulled me to the carcass of the leader. I turned to the task. I never thought I would say this, but I was glad this wasn't roadkill. It was fresh. Blood, crimson metallic blood, leaked from many cuts. His skull was crushed from my punch.

I shook from the thought of skinning him. I didn't even have a knife but as I looked at my shaking hands, a black glowing sacrificial knife was in my right hand. I gulped, letting the sweat pour down my face and kneeled.

Now I'm not going to describe what it was like for your sake but I will tell you what happened on the battlefield. From time to time, I would allow a glimpse at the fight. Dead werewolves littered the ground around Jake who was laughing as he broke people and wolves alike. But they just kept rushing him with little hope.

After five minutes, the skin was safely detached from the body. Now I needed to burn the body. I summoned the Nyx defense and allowed the flames to fall over the entrails, lighting them up. In less than a second, there was a massive fire.

Okay, I projected my thoughts to Nyx. I've done what you asked me to do. Will you be my goddess?

I threw the pelt into the fire, and it sort of dissolved into black mist. Then it was gone. Then I inhaled deeply as I felt Nyx sink into my body, all the power of a primordial goddess.

I turned back to my friends, to see them staring at Jake. I too looked at him and saw why. He was on the floor, kneeling. He seemed to be changing, growing.

No, evolving.

His hair was growing really long, now covering his eyes and ears. How come the evil guys always have long hair? Look at Madara, Sasuke, Itachi Uchiha and Zuko. Okay to be fair Zuko turned good but, nonetheless. His once tanned uneven skin was now the pale colour of olives, his eyes a shiny black now and his hair completely straight, also black. But it wasn't that that my friends were staring at.

Around him an inch thick layer of blood floated off the ground like a messed up crimson silk dress in the wind. The blood of werewolves and hunters.

Evil Nyx told me. Too evil.

He suddenly turned to me, sensing Nyx. The goddess responded staring at him in challenge. He got up and the blood dropped to the ground. He walked up to me and regarded me.

"Hades." I said but my voice sounded different.

"Nyx." He responded. His clothes were all spotless even though that was absurd.

"The gods will end you, Hades. Give up or better yet just return to your palace." Nyx spoke through me, and I thought she would anger him. She did.

"I'll return to my palace once your godling has felt the pain I have. I will make your palace, Nyx, look like Elysium." He smirked at me, and it took a whole lot of struggle to shove Nyx to the back of my mind. I grabbed his hand and put it on left breast, ignoring the fact that I'm letting my boyfriend touch me.

"Jake, listen to me, my heart. It beats for you and Hades. I hated Caitlyn, but I didn't want her to fall into Tartarus. Please, Jake come to me. Please stop putting that torture on us." I begged. His eyes darted from my hand and his together and back to my eyes.

Then he yanked his hand away. His eyes glowed with purple haze." And I didn't expect my torture. And you won't expect yours. "

He turned and walked away. Over the dead, the blood and the ruins. Leaving me with a broking heart and a vendetta.

Jake was gone.

Zake was dead.