Hades slowly rolled onto his side and then pushed himself up with his hands shakily. He stood up, but had to lean against the side of a building to keep himself from collapsing again. Hades folded up his newly white wings, making them vanish into his back. He ran a hand back through his hair and closed his eyes briefly, drawing in a deep breath. Hades was in pain, in much more pain than he could ever remember being in. Blood had complete stained his shirt, turning it a dark shade of red. Hades looked down at the puddle of blood that had formed when he had been laying on the ground. He noticed smaller puddles of his blood, and black feathers laying in the blood.



