Otherworld

Need A Hero 1 [NikiasXDemetrius]

Need A Hero

[NikiasXDemetrius]

This is it.

Nikias took a deep breath, staring at himself in the mirror. He didn't even look the way he used to, when the war had first started. When he'd first been created, he'd been thin, lanky, still growing. He'd grown significantly in the past three months. He was taller, and thanks to Hades's training regimen, he'd also beefed up quite a bit. He'd given his black hair a trim to a medium-length, and his seafoam green eyes stared back at him anxiously.

"Shit, it's creepy how much you remind me of me." A voice said from behind him. Nikias jumped, startled as he turned to see his father walking into his room.

If there was one person who could ease Nikias's anxiety, it was Hades. His brothers tended to disagree, but he simply couldn't do it. His father had been there for him every step of the way. His father had created him, protected him with everything he had. The man-- or rather god-- had literally given up his ass to protect a son he hadn't known that long.

Hades, Greek god of the Underworld, was more than Nikias's father, more than a god. He was Nikias's savior and rolemodel. He'd made a promise to himself the day the war against the Titans ended, that someday, he would become even a modicum of what his father was. He'd tried to tell his brothers this, but they'd mostly laughed at him. Despite their slow forgiveness of Hades for what he'd done to them in the past and their understanding of Hades's past, they still weren't entirely sure Hades was an appropriate role model.

After all, Hades had to be the surliest man Nikias had ever met. But also the most courageous and powerful and selfless.

Hades stood before him, taller by nearly two feet, towering at a whooping seven feet tall. He was muscular, but lean; the body of a professional swimmer or gymnast. Warm olive skin that Greeks were known for, long silky black hair that fell over one shoulder in a loose ponytail, and blue eyes that literally glowed in the dimly lit room like a pair of blue flashlight bulbs. He wore a sedate pair of black leather pants and a matching long sleeved shirt. He hardly looked prepared to face nearly half of the population of the underworld.

Ready to face them and officially announce Nikias's presence, his job, his title, and his realm of rule.

And thinking about it made Nikias's gut churn.

Hades smirked at the way Nikias paled visibly. Once upon a time, he would've thought the look meant Nikias feared him, but he knew better. Nikias was the sweet one, the innocent one, the loyal one. Nikias was never scared him. No, Nikias looked like he wanted to run into his arms and hide from the millions of people who waited outside the palace to greet him. He was mostly amused that Nikias of all people would be camera shy.

The boy had terrorized the city for nearly a month or two after the war so he could help put things back together. He'd helped rebuild houses, rebuild businesses, help hand out food at soup kitchens. Christ, the boy was a saint incarnate and Hades was almost afraid to stand in his presence too long for fear of spreading his shitty baggage to poor kid. 

But now this kid needed him.

He also loathed public functions. It was his least favorite part about being a god and a ruler of a realm. People were dying to snap photos, get interviews, demand why he wasn't doing this, why he wasn't doing that. People were always the same in the end; they wanted to know why he couldn't provide for them personally.

After all, he was a god, so he could do anything right?

Hades bit back a bitter laugh at the thought. God, demigod, president, king, or queen. Everyone had limits and no one gave two shits what they were, as long as their personal needs were met.