#kidicaruspit

Chapter Fourteen -  Blizzard-Barrier

Icarus continued flying, occasionally jumping cloud to cloud.

“HEY!” He knew that voice, he didn’t like that voice. He turned to see distant lighting as Phosphora came closer. 

“By the light please not allow her to be stupid” Icarus pleaded as he stood on a cloud, arms crossed over his chest. 

“There you are!” Phosphora panted, that was weird. 

“What do you want Phosphora?” Icarus sighed. 

“You! Your the only being up here with some connection to Pit! And right now we need to know where he is” Phosphora growled, that surprised Icarus. 

“Why do you of all people want to find my brother?” Icarus asked. 

“I don’t think you’ve noticed but Pit has a habit of saving everyone from destruction and keeping the holy world in one piece. I’ve been having the forces of nature scour the barrier for anyway threw and I know you want to get to Pit and Pittoo and whatever the second one was named.”

“Putt” “Yeah him, and the short blondie, So I'll give you a deal. You find Pit and I get you threw the barrier” That was quite a deal. 

“I still have that favor to cash in from you Phosphora,” Icarus reminded. 

“Why now?”

“It’s the only possible way to get my brothers up to to the skies and get the Zodiacs back to power” Icarus said. 

“Zodiacs? What part do they play?” 

“I don’t know but if you take 30 seconds to look at the sky you’ll see THEY AREN’T THERE” 

“Fine! What do you need?” Phosphora huffed, Icarus was always like this. 

“Fine the Zodiac gate” 

Phosphora was shocked, the gate was difficult to find. Even harder then the Three Sacred Treasures. “The zodiac gate? Are you serious?” 

“Very, if I can’t get Pit up here. We. Are. Dead.” 

Phosphora gulped, thought, and caved. “Fine, give me the info I need and I’ll get you down there” Icarus smiled at this. 

“Let’s get back to the fortress” Phosphora sighed, better then hovering in air. Damn sky angels and their cloud walking abilities. Icarus nodded and followed after her. Maybe in another timeline Icarus would have an easier time getting used to loneliness, not this timeline. He hated being alone. Being around people who he mildly dislikes would be better than being alone at this point. Plus he could get to the surface. To his brothers. He needed to find them. 

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Pit woke to something heavy on his stomach. He barely managed to open his eyes with the light shining right into his eyes. It took a while before he got adjusted to the light. 

He groaned and propped himself up on his good arm to see what was preventing him from breathing right. It was Putt. 

Pit smiled and lay back down, Putt was always clingy not that Pit minded. He looked affection! 

“Oh good, you’re wake” Tepero said, his voice monotone like always, “wear this. It used to me mine, Putt already has one and there’s an extra for Pittoo” he dropped a box on the bed and with that Tepero left his cloak and veil flowing behind.

Pit groaned and sat up, “Putt, Putt we need to get dressed. Putt wake up.”

“Five more minutes big brother” Putt said sleepily, “you’re warm.”

“That’s because of the blankets, we’re practically cold-blooded” Pit reminded him. 

Putt shushed him and snuggled back to go to sleep. Pit sat and thought for a moment before he got an idea. 

“Putt, my dear little brother, I love you”  That woke Putt up. He, unlike Pit, didn’t hear it very often. “Really?” Putt asked like an excited puppy. 

“Of course I do, but we really need to get dressed.” Pit said now that he had Putt’s attention. Putt nodded and rolled off Pit. Years of discipline made it a lot easier to get out of bed when told for Pit. Granted we would miss the warm blankets but he had a powerful motivator to get out of bed. Putt was quick to get dressed and quick to help Pit, It hurt like the underworld to move his bandaged arm. 

“There, I think you’re good” Putt finally said. “Who knew Tepero was so small such a long time ago.” 

“Who keeps their clothes for that long?” Pit asked, he wasn’t complaining, it was just kind of outlandish, even for Pit.

“Tepero apparently” Both laughed at that until Pit winced and held his right side, “Ouch, my ribs” Pit winced. 

“Here let be try something” Putt said, he took the sash that was supposed to be tied around his waist and used it to be sort of a makeshift sling. 

“That’s a lot better! Thanks Putt” Pit smiled. It really did take off some of the pressure. It wasn’t just his arm that was hurt, his hip and let on the right side, as well as some of his torso. It stung and he walked with a limp but he would be ok in a couple of days. Angel healing boost!

He could take a lot, being slammed into an ancient unbreakable magic wall by a beast brewing with ancient power was not one of the things he could take. 

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Magnus was surprised at how fast angels worked when motivated, mainly because there was a box that had an outfit that fit him well when he woke up. Was it creepy? Yeah, really creepy. Was it helpful? Also, yeah. He would accept this creepy gift with grace. 

How he woke up? Well Clover had busted into his room yelling joyfully about her new dress and how much she loved it. She reminded him of someone, someone who he couldn’t protect years again. Now he could protect people.

But now he was on a mission with a 13 year old looking angel that probably had decades on him who was looking for his brothers and a way to get back to the skies. 

An eight year old who was homeless for a year or longer, somehow survived, loved to yell and go on about flowers and who wanted to help Pit home so she could find her dad. She was also somehow a witch.

And him, a mortal. He really didn’t know how he had gotten this far with them. Maybe the angel’s goddess was watching over him, keeping him from getting screwed over to badly. 

Or maybe Pit’s older brother? Who knows. He certainly didn’t. 

They all met at the dinner table, Clover noticed Pit’s arm. 

She let out a little gasp. “Why is arm like that?” She asked looking up from her breakfast, angel made and she couldn’t be happier about it. 

“It’s ok Cloe, I’ll be fine in a could of days” Pit reassured, “it’s not like my wings where hurt” 

“Where they?” Tepero asked. 

“No, my wings as fine as they can be” Pit laughed. 

“Good” A stoic voice grumbled, Demolo, Angel of Terror. 

“Demo!” Theo cheered running to his brother. Demolo was dressed in a thick cloak and clothing. Demolo picked up the eight year old to shield him from the freezing floor.

“Good morning” Phomolo muttered, Angel of Fear. 

They were twins, or they claimed. They looked near identical, dark brown hair, almost black eyes and near nonexistent eye whites nor any shine. 

They looked scary, granted their titles where scary. Pit knew why Lord Ares always wore a helmet, he looked even scarier then his sons. His children all carried the characteristic of colored eye whites and looking distinctly non-human. Just Demolo and Phomolo look after the scary eye colors. 

“Good morning, I see you are well Pit,” Adre, Angel of Revolt and Balance. She also carried the aspect of scary but her hair was fire red and waved much like her fathers even with no wind to do so, her eyes like her mother and where a fierce green. 

It was uncommon for certain traits to pass down through family. Skin color, hair condition, where always a dice roll. Eyes and hair color could be genealogical but not always. Most things where dice rolls hence why angels could easily be tossed around. It wasn’t common anymore but it was once common to take an angel child from others if it looked like you. Only gods were allowed to to do that, but it had fallen out of practice. 

Angels had a lot more rights now, granted Pit never followed the rules in the first place. 

Pit pushed his plate away from him and stood, “where's the Blizzard box?” “Why do you ask?” Hernerosa asked. “I need to shut off the Blizzard, the best place to start is where it comes from” Pit explained. 

It was a hike to get there but they definitely got there. 

“That does NOT look good” Putt muttered as Demolo pointed to the frosted box. Well it was more of a house. 

“Do we like, kick it open?” Pit asked. 

“Do what you must, just take it down” Demolo muttered, it was cold, too cold for the angels. 

Pit and Putt shrugged, “On three?” “yeah” 

“One” 

They both got ready.

“Two”

They readied for the pain. 

“Three” 

They ran and kicked the door with incredible force. The door crumbled the they landed in the box and Demolo walked in after them. 

“That went well” He commented. Putt pulled Pit to his feet. 

“As well as being covered in ice can go” Pit laughed as he moved to look over the mechanics. 

“Let’s see” He hummed looking over the gears. 

“There! Putt hand me a wrench and a hammer”

It took three hours and a lot of noise but it worked. 

“Why was it stuck?” Demolo asked now that Pit was done slamming the hammer into the machine. 

“A gear wasn’t locking with the one above it! Easily fixed with a hammer and perseverance. The thing the upper gear was on froze so it took a while. Then I had to reset the system  afterward witch why it took so long, I only have one arm,” Pit explained. Demolo nodded, then thought, and he spoke, “Do you think Dad was taken? He is the god of war.” 

Pit and Putt shrugged. 

“Anyway, thank you for fixing the barrier, We’ll see about finding a way to get you and your friends down the mountain. All our teleports went down so I will see to it personally that they are put back in place for easy transportation.” With that Demolo flew off.

“Are you ok to walk?” Putt asked, Pit’s limp had worsened. 

“Yeah, i’m fine! I just need to sit down for a while after we get back to the palace,”  Pit sighed as they walked, the snow and Pit’s limp made their walk slow but Putt didn’t mind. 

“You!” The voice boomed both turned battle ready even when one was injured but neither had weapons. 

“I can only guess it was you to bring down the blizzard” “Lord Ares?” Both said more like a question born out of disbelief. 

“Ah, I forget you are far more formal than my own, young warrior” Ares laughed. For the god of war he was very friendly, man who kept his work out of his life. “As soon as I heard my children where in danger I came as quickly as I could. Hard with no carriage and having to climb a mountain. I applaud you for keeping up with the others in the skies even with your setback.” Ares said gently patting Pit on his back. 

“But,” Ares paused, “I thought there were three of you now.” He plundered. 

“There are, Pittoo is lost among the surface. After Pit sets off again I will set off to find Pittoo.” Putt said but continued when he saw Pit’s confused face. “You have to find the other Zodiac’s don’t you?”

“Oh yeah! I was just hoping you would come with us, But having and extra set of eyes looking out for Pittoo would be great,” Pit smiled bright only to wince at the cut that was still on his cheek. 

“Ouch” He muttered quietly

“Go inside, you are a summer child not a child of winter winds.” Ares said sternly, he was a father. He easily picked up Pit even to his disdain and insistence that he could walk. 

“Nonsense! A warrior injured should be respected, you limp as you walk that is no good for snow” There was no fighting Ares. 

Ares, The god of war, always valued Pit as a capable opponent. They had yet to beat each other mostly because Ares didn’t want to hurt the angel. Angels were very durable but a bad hit to the wings and they were as good as dead. Although Pit had done a lot in his, compared to many gods, short life. 

Ares earned the hate of Zues to gladly teaching not only Pit but his brothers and other angels the ways of weaponry. Ares never understood why Angels were treated as servants, they were delicate to a degree but they were great archers by nature! 

He hired angels to work for him around his home but he paid them very well and boarded them and their family. He wanted to compensate for the fact he could eat enough for a small army. Since Pit’s rise he personally gave the angel his own title, Angel of war. Why? The child ended three of them. Maybe the title Angel of Peace would have been better suited.  But, too late to change it now.