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Deimos /ˈdaɪmɒs/ (Ancient Greek: Δεῖμος, pronounced [dêːmos], meaning “dread”) is the personal god of dread and terror in Greek mythology.

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Sanford must be in feverish dream by even seeing him here. Because it was so unlikely for him to feel this welcoming back to an associate but, Deimos and him were just more the associates, they were close partners that had even the strongest teamwork through short jobs or tough ones.

He letted go of Deimos needing breathing room, turning himself directly away from his partner laying on his stomach.

“You fucking asshole..If it weren’t for Doc i would’ve joined where you were then and there…”

Sanford was quite correct, he was tired and his confidence to keep up the fight he joined was nearly out of stock and was in a filled bankruptcy of stress and PTSD through this entire thing. Seeing Deimos calmed it all down however; he was glad.

--

Deimos still had a few leftover tears in his eyes from Sanford breaking the hug as he moves to sit down beside his exhausted friend.

He makes another sighing motion, still with no air to be heard against the rocks that make up his raspatory system currently. Everyone always told him smoking would kill his lungs but this is ridiculous.

        Cognizant  countering  undern  grimaces  of  consternation  ,  infrequently  intimidated  albeit  abysmally  flabbergasted  through  his  declarations  detected  ,  connective  further  by  them  utilized  ;  sparsely  perform  adults  intellections  take  heed  to  their  entreaties,  spare  them  from  certain  death  .  Upon  more  silence  greeting  him  ,  he  turns  the  corner  to  peek  and  yet  instincts  act  first  and  he  once  again  runs  ,  clear  anxiety  by  each  movement  ;  he  prays  six  is  better  off  ,   and somewhere  safe  .  

--

“H-hey! Kid, I ain’t here to hurt you!” Deimos calls after the little fella seeing him run. He throws a hand forward to reach out to them, only to drag it back.

Yeah, he’s sure as shit now. The kid is terrified. Well, certainly can’t blame him. But a kid all on their own out in Nevada probably wasn’t going to end well. If the agency takes claim of this place, then the little guy would be in real trouble.

The goddess at see that the other wasn’t attacking, she relaxed her posture and body, letting her muscles to relax and her mind to unwind. Staff resting on her side halo stoping glowing as she makes her powers to be lower and lower, letting her guard down.

                    “You are not going to attack me?… You are not a hostile being, as I thought you to be… I’m sorry for almost attack you… Can you understand what I say?”

Asked the goddess leaning sightly towards the other, to inspect him better, a soft smile forming on her angelical features, showing no hostility anymore, but calm and kindness

                       “I have a question thought, what even are you? N-not take it wrong I mean no offence with it, but is mere curiosity… your Aura seems to be mixed from a human and something that belongs to the underworld, yet… you have not attacked me, knowing that I am a goddess that resides within the light.”

It was a way to put it, as she crossed her arms around her chest to ponder in this situation. His energy wasn’t pretty bad as she could percieve it. That would be a reason of why she wasn’t being attacked.

--

Deimos can only make a sighing-like motion, as no actual air comes out, and points to the rocks covering his mouth and chest.

More specifically, the igneous rocks of purgatory clogging up anything related to his circulatory system, preventing any speaking, breathing, or air flow of any manner.

Damn it, he’s going to have to find some crummy old book on sign language to communicate, isn’t he?

Needless to say, he can’t verbally answer any questions at the moment. So, trying to find a different solution, he pulls up a stone slab from purg and starts carving what he wants to say into it.

                    “re-se-arch?”

 That was a new word for the mermaid, what did it mean? She tilted her head as she waited for the other to catch up with her long swims, her tail moving the water around with strenght making her to move faster as she makes a signal to the male to get ready to get his head inside the water. 

             “Why tho? Aren’t all of you humans? If you are the same species how is it you don’t help each other to survive? Are the humans really that agressive that they adore to destroy their same species?”

It was a hard question but she did understand it that way, she did understand it that the human race was violent, thristy for blood, as it’s what she was listening or waht she was interpretating from the other’s words. 

                 “That is one thing I will never understand…. humans not helping each other, but making sure to be spilling ohers blood. We don’t have that in common, mermaids are peaceful, we just want peace and enjoy our music, we do not seek troubles”

Said her before submerge inside the water, the only thing abouve the water was her tail, before it get submerged too, diving towards the entrance and waiting for the human to reach for her, would he be okay? Would he need help to get faster to the surface?

--

“Can’t help but envy ya a bit if that’s the case.” Deimos replies. “I think the adrenaline alone is what’s keeping me from quitting this joint. That and a few... stress relievers.”

Damn, just mentioning them off hand makes him crave a smoke right now, but lighting a cigarette would probably make the poor thing’s brain explode when he starts leaking smoke from his mouth.

❝ yeah, sure. i’ll believe that crap over my DEAD body. ❞

Doc shot a glare towards the other, abruptly turning around in his seat to properly stand up and face Deimos. Words could not describe the displeasure on this mans face right now.

❝ i can’t have any of you going ham and ending up dead on the porch. wouldn’t want that, huh? ❞

--

Deimos only grins at him, chuckling at the overly-serious expression on his fellow dissenter. “Man, 2B, you gotta loosen up a bit, you’re gonna keel from stress if you keep that glare up.”

“…you fucking bitch..who said you could die back then?”

Sanford mood seemed to normal up a notch after seeing Deimos here, he was quite broken up inside while fighting in Nevada/ Auditor’s Pocket Dimension.

He would’ve called Deimos a wuss for tearing up on him like that but, damn…was it a good time to see him in this harshen mood. Couldn’t really judge him as well.

He was holding Deimos tight in his arms; his expression switched to a sad smug except it seemed more joyful than it would’ve back then.

--

Deimos was just so glad he was here. He was alive and safe, he could feel the warmth of life in Sanford through the hug as it contrasted his cold and rocky body.

He had so many things to say, so many smug remarks to make like “I went through hell to get back to you” and other such stupid rock puns, but not a sound comes out of his mouth.

Sanford’s expression seemed oddly frozen almost scared for his life when seeing the few rocks combusting open those damn agents skulls.

He immediately turned afterwards, standing upright toward the rockily figure before lowering his fist, recognizing their friend.

“My fucking god…he actually-..No-..Wha-..”

They said, in a weak, raspy and confused tone voice. Was it really him? Doc actually successfully done it? Well, of course he would Doc was the most smartest out of any of them. Sanford quickly rubbed off his rubbish expression (what he would call his about to cry expression.)

He began to energetically run to his friend, having useless whimpers to express how eager he was to see Deimos face-to-face again.

--

Sanford! Sanford! 

Damn, he’s even tearing up over this, huh?

Unable to keep himself away any longer, Deimos rushed toward his dearest and best friend as quick as a flash. The sentient rock wraps the guy in a hug and buries his face in the other’s chest.

Gunshots were heard from the distant of where Deimos stood. Including some sort of war cry that could be heard with these additional sounds. Almost sounded hard to believe but his ‘ friend ‘ was coincidentally in the part town of Nevada; Sanford took cover behind a rusted and broken down car, his entire body seemed to be shaky and out of control, almost like if he feared the agents.

He held two bloody axes in his hand, the blood on the axes appeared to be well..very almost as if he was holding other peoples remains. He boasted to himself trying to find inner peace within himself but, nothing could pick up all he could find was dread or better yet, terror.

The Hookster or better known as the body builder, shot out from his hiding corner beginning his unsatisfying bloodbath.

Sanford scorchingly began to grunt as he pummeled his way through, making sure each one was dead for good. No bullets back of his head, No knifes sticking onto him, just simply dead. Though, it wasn’t like him to check each and everyone; He felt his entire body felt cold and done to the core, dropping onto his crus. Nothing was fine anymore, he tried to hide it yet it came back to pull him into something greatly painful than multiple things going through him. His friend dying, constantly fighting without any break, he was absolutely out gassed now.

…He misses his friend the most with all the racked up pain.

--

Deimos catches sight of the agents as well, glaring as he sees a perfect opportunity for some payback.

With a wave of his hand, rocks burst out in front of Sanford, impaling any agents in sight on their rough edges. How do you like them apples, huh? Have fun rotting in purg, bitches!

He lowers his hand again, the rocks leaving the broken bodies littered on the ground as he takes a few heavy steps forward.

Wait.... is that? No... it can’t be... Deimos tilts his head at what has to be...

Naida nodded her head and with a strong flip of her magestic tail she turned around swimming to a good speed before stop to look behind her to see if the man was following her.  Reducing her speed a good ammount so the other could catch with her to not get lost. 

            “Naida, that’s my name. And to be honest, you are the first human I ever meet. I have heard histories of your species… some being that you are magical, as that you are creatures very intelligent, that you have things that nature cannot create itself, is that true?”

 She was really curious about him and the humans, to know if what the elders that met the humans some long time ago, Had the right information to pass to the younger generations, as they were mistaken with the humans being extinted, they weren’t and she was twith the living proof. 

                  “Others being not too good, saying that you are really scary and dangerous, that you love to hurt others, that you take everything and if someone opposes to you, you kill them, that you have long black things coming from your necks and that you have black or red eyes. But you don’t have any of that… ”

What she was describing was the people of the AAHW and the Nexus, those mermaids that saw them were old, but their head still worked, they were in other lake, much of the others that were dried out so they had to move learning to walk when their skin dried out to get to a better place to live in peace.

--

“Yeah that about sums it up, man.” Deimos replies. “Though it ain’t entirely magic per say. Though it took a lot of research to make magic-like stuff happen, that’s for sure.”

Being a tech nerd who’d disassembled and reassembled guns and computers in his own spare time, he’d love to ramble about computers and all their bits and pieces.

“We’ve made a lot of cool stuff by hitting things against each other to make shapes and energy. Real shame we gotta keep using it to hurt each other...”

     Assiduously  remain  piffling  running  ;  felonious  unscathed  record  yet  subjected  as  a  fugitive  by  the  outside  ;  Useless  vermin  among  a  land  of  the  mad  ,  no  life  to  live  and  yet  no  will  to  die  .  Survival  instincts  ;  one  could  say  .  He  knows  he  was  heard  ,  he  knows  he  isn’t  safe  ;  the  weapon  reminds  him  too  much  of  the  hunter  ,  and  the  unpleasant  memories  that  man  brought  by  the  single  shot  of  a  gun  .  With  a  voice  to  use  and  so  little  words  to  spare  ,  hesitant  words  ring  from  the  little  one  hiding  elsewhere  ;  refusal  to  come  still  as  evident  ,  yet  hands  were  hastily  held  up  nonetheless  

  “  …  Hhh  -  Hey  ,  Uhm…  Can  you  lower  that  ;  please  ?  I’m  -  just  a  kid . “ 

--

Deimos is a bit taken aback by the young voice. He wasn’t expecting that. And they certainly sounded like a child.

He ends up doing what they ask, holstering his gun and putting his hands up. Children were a rare sight in his line of work, if any at all. Things were in such turmoil around Nevada people had resorted to cloning more people rather than hassle themselves with kids.

Probably why the little fella was alone. And scared out of his wits too. Deimos couldn’t help pitying the child.

The mermaid listened closely to everything, the name of that creature that it seems it wasn’t a creature at all, the thing of the humans being near the extintion… and she starts to wonder… who made this, why it was this happening? Weren’t the humans supossed to be the top of the chain? Weren’t they the most powerful beings in the planet? 

                    “… This waters may not be too clean to drink them, but I know a place that no human ever reached. The water in there is pure, but first promise me that you won’t cause us any harm after this…”

Did she feel pitty for them? Yes, but did she trust that he won’t hurt her or any other mermaid after this? Not yet… He has to show it with actions, but she was willing to help him, no creature deserved to be extinted with horrible deaths as thirst or hunger. And it was a good way to lend a hand to a possible protector of the species. Humans and mermaids could work together for survival. 

                    “The place I’m saying is a Grotto which entrance is underwater, the water there is as pure as it can be as it’s subterranean, the rocks filtrate the water leaving it clean and pure. If you know how to swim, then follow me, if not, grab on me”

--

Well, it’s not like people hadn’t seen something like this coming. Even without the improbability drives to cause disorder and chaos, it is still man destroying himself out there.

Wars for survival, resources and territory, even over the concept of life itself in relation to the Nexus and the work of his coworker 2B...

He was almost envious of the mermaid. The way it spoke seemed to imply that it had not faced the same suffering as people on the surface like Deimos had.

Still, the promise of clean water was too good an offer to pass up, with the only price being that he doesn’t attack the other species.

This is a war among men, anyway. No need to drag anyone else into this goddamn awful amount of fighting.