you’re stronger than this, you should be able to get up, you can do this by yourself. you don’t need anyone else. apollyon was trying to hype himself up again, give himself the confidence that he needed to push through, but the matter of fact was that he couldn’t. he had messed up and he shouldn’t have, there was no doubt about that. hades and persephone weren’t around him to see him in that state, weak and vulnerable, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t aware of it. in his eyes the gods had a special connection with one another and when it involved parents and children, they just knew. soon everyone was going to know how weak apollyon really was, unless his best friend could help cover this up.
the god was playing the events back in his head, almost on a constant loop as the monster lunged at him and managed to stab what looked like another version of a pitchfork into his thigh. he was cornered into one of the darkest parts of the underworld, tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried to fix this himself. the weapon must have been cursed, or blessed for the monster, because every time apollyon tried to touch it it just burned even more. he finally stopped biting down on his bottom tongue which probably had marks by now to call after the only person he was comfortable enough to let him see him like this.   ❛   cerb  !!  cerb please, i need you. where are you  ??  i know you’re there, i know you can hear me, just please come. i can’t get out of this without you.   ❜
against his will he stifled out a rather loud cry, quickly having to bite down on his tongue again to shut himself up. he shouldn’t have believed he was good enough, he shouldn’t have gone up against the monster without as much as a backup. hell, he wasn’t even supposed to be down in that level of the underworld unless he was accompanied by hades. that was one of apollyon’s faults though, he never listened to the voices that weren’t in his own head. no matter how analytical, manipulative, and leading he was, nothing was going to make up for the fact that he was as stubborn as the thorns on a rose.
finally he felt someone else’s presence, too distracted by his own pain to even register if it was cerb or someone else.   ❛   just take it out quickly, that’s all that i need. i’ll heal soon enough and it won’t burn if you’re the one that’s touching it. at least i hope that it won’t. please c, i need this.   ❜    he wanted to make sure that the other wouldn’t tell anyone else about this either, that this would be their little secret, but there was plenty of time for negotiations later.   //   @moriibundÂ
