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Four- Hades

"Thank you so much, Reading. You guys have been legendary!"

They roared with joy and ritualistic glee.

I smiled and clapped with them.

"We're Unterwelt and we'll see you soon."

I walked out.

I pulled the guitar strap apart and placed it gently on the stand.

I dabbed the towel at my face.

I was tired.

I needed to rest.

Adrian bumped me as he walked past, massaging his arms, his eyes fixed on the ground.

"Good show today, Jon." he said.

"Yeah." I replied.

I sat down and listened to the roar of the crowd from behind the stage.

The technicians buzzed around us.

I waited for a while, then I got up. I walked.

Wilkins caught up with me a few minutes later.

"Are you up for a surprise tomorrow?"

"A club?" I asked.

"Something like that. 500 people."

"Who's it for?"

He said nothing.

"Wilk, you fuck. Tell me who it's for."

"Erm...David Bekham's son."

"How much?"

"Enough for the South Africa tour."

I shrugged. "Didn't know he was a fan."

"I'll take that as a yes." he told me.

I walked a bit faster, trying to get to the trailer before the others.

The trailer sat squat on the field, abandoned and alone, save for the few technicians and reporters crowding around it.

I said nothing, covered my face with my towel, and I barred the door behind me.

I washed the day's soot and smog off me, and curled up in front of my phone.

'fresh.'

One message. It was enough for me.

"Show me." I typed back. And waited.

A picture. She was young. Sweet. A battered old Little Martin lay behind her.

I would have fun with this one.

"Who?" I texted back.

"My friend's girlfriend. I got him a couple of tickets for your Bekham gig."

"I just found out about it."

";)"

I went back to her picture and looked at it.

"Her name?"

"Persephone Mills."

Perfect.

"Yes." I texted and shut it off.

Hades is what I am. Hades. I live and breathe. But I am not me.

At least, not always.

I exist. I try to be who I am.

But I struggle.

And sometimes, the other one breaks free.

And I have to live with what I've done.

And what I'm about to do.

God save me.

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