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"Panpolemos" (Global War)
Author's warnings: This is a post-Hades fic, starting ten years after the Holy War in
which Seiya and the Gold Saints died and based on both the manga and tnimenime. It's
pretty neutral so far, but it will contain yaoi (though het will be there as well),
so hit the back button if you don't know what that is or if you don't like it. Other
than that, please just forgive any mistakes in grammar, English is not my mother language.
On the other hand, please do not hesitate to point out any mistakes crninrning timeline /
characters / canon facts / etc. Thanks a lot to all who take the time to read this.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be called Athena!
Chapter 4. The Face of Sin, The Hand of Justice
Sagittarius Gold Saint Aioros was a man that left his mark, everybody in the room knew
at least that much. Two of the other guardians, however, had fallen deeper into the
enchantment woven by his figure through the simple act of standing in front of them.
The first was Leo Aioria, incredulous of finding his older brother at the Ninth House,
no matter how logical it was to anticipate his presence there in the light of the recent
events. The other was Gemini Saga, who was basically paralysed in both thought and motion
by the unexpected appearance of the man who had been in turn his friend and rival, and
his archenemy.
Aioros was surprised just like everybody else, probably even more, considering he had
only a vague notion of the events following his own death. When his eyes settled on Saga,
however, his expression of wonder changed considerably. The rest of the world ceased to
exist for him then. The warrior's honest, usually benevolent eyes filled with untamed rage.
Before anyone could guess his actions, the Sagittarius Saint darted forward at the speed
of light, hitting Saga square in his stomach like he had done twenty-three years before.
And, just like then, the other man flew backwards, hitting a stone wall on tar ear end of
the room.
"Traitor!" Aioros screamed, charging again and ramming his enemy's body with a set of
powerful blows, which generated sickening sounds as they impacted Saga's flesh, protected
only by the thin layer of his clothes.
The audience held their breath as the terrible scene went on. They were frozen in surprise
and genuine fear. Nobody had ever seen Aioros so utterlyond ond himself.
"How dare you?! How dare you still show your desple fle face among these sacred walls,
how dare you show your face to me?!" the Sagittarius Saint roared, taking swing after
swing at Saga's slumped form, unable to stop the searing anger that coursed through his
veins.
From the distance he could sense Athena's cosmo, peaceful and warm, stretching
majestically over Sanctuary. The certainty of her well being, however, left him now
at the mercy of his own emotions. Aioros' heart was overwhelmed by grief, the grief of
a man horribly betrayed by one of his closest friends. It hurt. It hurt too much. The
more he remembered how much he'd admired Saga in the past, the more he felt his anger
mounting. For the first time in his life, the warrior thought he truly wanted to kill
someone. Perhaps, if he did, that horrible pain would leave him, the sense of defeat
would abate, and he could forget that he ever knew Gemini Saga.
"I'll kill you" he spat vehemently. "I will, if that's the last thing I do! I'll right
the wrong you did with your death!"
And on and on he hit Saga, angrily swallowing the tears that fo in in his eyes.
The Gemini Saint bowed his head, hiding tears of his own as the blows rained upon him
opened wounds which went beyond physical. His heart wept in horror and mourning at the
sight of the corruption he had caused with his atrocious and vile actions. He had
transformed Aioros - compassionate, generous Aioros - into this merciless executioner,
unable to think past his fury, hungry for blood. He had contaminated the purest man he
had ever known. He convinced himself that if all the other sins smearing his soul could
be forgiven, this one could not. He did not deserve a second life, no matter how short.
Saga abandoned himself to the beating, relaxed his tensed muscles and let eand and every
blow reach its target, welcoming the pain he felt as the only tangible proof that he was
still a man, in spite of the repugnant soul hosted in his body. He would pay for his
betrayal with this second death, and then� then the inconceivable would happen, and his
just punishment would become Aioros' sin, a sin of bloodshed like his own. Struck by that
appalling realization, Gemini raised his eyed tud turned a pleading look to the other
saints, asking help not for himself, but for the man whose soul could still be saved.
The first one to break from his stupor was Dokho, which promptly decided it was time
to step between them, before something irreparable happened.
"Aioros" he called. "Please, stop. It is neither the time nor the place."
"Isn't it?" the other saint replied, outraged. "And who is saying so anyway?
Who are you?"
"I am Libra Dokho" said Roshi, walking over to them and taking hold of the other
guardian's wrist. "Stop, Aioros. Don't you see that Saga is not returning your attack?
He's not even defending himself. Besides, we have more urgent matters to take care of,
at present."
Those words had a sudden calming effect on him. Hitting someone who wouldn't defend
himself, no matter the hatred he felt for that person, was something that made his
insides turn. A coward's act. It was easy to hold back when that simple truth pierced
the veil of inhuman anger that had descended upon him. He looked at Saga, fallen to
his knees in front of him, but he didn't like the turmoil of emotions that sight evoked,
now that his anger had abated. Perhaps it was better ton hin his mind to other things
for the moment.
Moreover, from the deadly earnestness of the man who had stopped his fist he could tell
that a new threat was pressing in. No, now was not the time. He turned his back to Saga
and tried to sort out the situation in his mind. He had more than a few questions to ask
the young-looking man who claimed to be the over two hundred years old Libra Saint,
but when his eyes settled on the other men in the room all thoughts fled him. Aioros'
eyesked ked onto the pained face of one of the onlookers. The years had changed his look
from a boy's to a man's, but he knew at once who that was.
"Aioria?" he whispered, losing suddenly all interest in anything but his younger brother.
"Aioros" his sibling replied, with a cold edge to his voice that nobody was expecting.
"You... you have grown..."
"So I have."
Something held the Leo Saint back, forbidding that he rushed in the other's arms, as
much as he wanted to. He recognized his pain as a selfish, childish one, but all he
could think about was that Aioros' first and foremost concern had been launching himself
at his enemy, not even noticing his own brother standing a mere step away.
Also, a part of him recalled too vividly the pain of his loss, when Aioros had died.
They had shared a deep bond in the past, but during the long years s in in exile
believing his brother a traitor of Sanctuary, he had been forced to ignore how deep
their connection was, lest it drive him mad with grief.
What would they do now, if this new life they had been granted was ephemeral? What if
it was just delusion? And even if it wasn't, with a new war threatening to break out
there was still a chance that death would separate them once more. No, he couldn't take
the risk of growing attached all over again. It was insane.
"We have to get to Athena's temple" he explainedrnlyrnly, earning more than one
surprised look from the other saints. "All else will have to wait."
Nobody missed the consternated expression on the older brother's face, but the truth
in Aioria's words couldn't be argued with. If an attack was imminent, they couldn't
afford the luxury of giving in to sentimentality.
In that moment, Saga was slowly getting up from the floor, wiping the blood at the
corner of his mouth with his shirt sleeve. The Gemini Saint walked back to rejoin the
rest of the group, betng tng the pain he felt only with a slight limp. Mu touched his
abdomen with gentle fingers, stopping the internal bleeding with his psychokinetic powers.
"Are you alright?" the Aries Saint asked.
"Yes, thank you."
"Are you sure?"
Saga had to fight a new wave of emotion when he read understanding in the younger man's
eyes. Mu's solidarity reminded him of a few things. He was still a saint, regardless of
his past actions or Aioros' opinion on the subject, and he couldn't abandon his comrades
just when a possible new danger threatened Athena. He couldn't desert the Goddess, even
to pay for his crimes. Expiation was better left to a later time, when he could afford
to think about himself. There were more important things now.
"I've survived worse" he said, attempting a faint smile. "Let's hurry up."
"Yes, let's" Milo agreed with emphasis, starting towards the exit of the Ninth House.
***
Though outwardly she betrayed nothing of it, inside Hilda was terrified. She schooled
her features into a stern expression, while at the same time her heart elevated a fervent
prayer for the protector of the North to save his people from the threat before her.
"You are not welcome here, Lord of the Oceans" she stated, addressing the god that had
come to her in the guise of a man. "Odin is the only sire of this lands, this was
ascertained ten years ago. Be gone."
"My lord Poseidon comes in peace, Your MajesSireSiren Sorrento replied evenly, silently
conveying to her that they would not leave without being heard.
The Queen of Asgard barely suppressed laughter. How could they claim to be coming in
peace, after what they had done? The men standing in her throne room wore plain
southerner's outfits, and from a superficial point of view they didn't appear very
dangerous, but she knew better. The cosmic aura of Poseidon swirled around the taller
man like the turbulent waves of the endless ocean. His power was so vast she couldn't
even think of a way to fight him.
Julian, or rather the divine essence in his body, decided it was time to speak for
himself.
"Quiet your fears, Queen of Asgard. I am no longer interested in domination of the
mainland, or annihilation of mankind. It was foolish of me to indulge in the thoughts
of conquest which moved my actions ten years ago. I have caused you and your people
great sufferance. I deeply regret that."
She wanted to ridicule him for thinking that he could fool her twice, but the priestess
within her suggested that she tried the way of caution. After all, in the remote
possibility that Poseidon was sincere, it wasn't wise to disrespect a god.
"Forgive me for saying so, but it is hard for us to trust you on your word, Lord
Poseidon. I am sure you understand why. Perhaps, if you could explain what brings you
here now...?"
"I merely wish to ask a question concerning the access to my citadel that lies within
your domain. It is the only viable entrance to those who are not under my protection
and I would like to know if, to your knowl, an, anyone has used it." the sea king
explained patiently.
"The place is forbidden to anyone, and it is under heavy guard. No one had entered it,
and neither will you, Lord Poseidon" Hilda replied. "We cannot let you pass, especially
now. The sky was covered by a crimson aurora lasek. ek. It is an omen of doom. We cannot
give you access to your realm under the circumstances."
"Hilda of Polaris..." he sighed indulgently, shaking his head. "I can access my citadel
from any shore on the planet. My question concerns possible intruders. I have been freed
from the imprisonment Athena imposed to me. My temple,troytroyed ten years ago by the
saints of the Goddess, has been restored by an alien force, the same that removed the
seal which forced me into ber.ber. I need to investigate the matter, and I wanted to
warn you about the possible danger. I cannot prove my honesty to you. You will have to
trust my word. Something is amiss, and I am sensing distress coming from Athens even as
we speak. As soon as I have assessed the causes of what is happening, I shall join
forces with Athena to face whatever is coming. That is my only intent."
Hilda remained silent, pondering the situation and Poseidon's words. Nothing indicated
treachery on his part, but she couldn't stake her people's safety on it. Still, even if
he had some secret plan, she couldn't find any possible reason why he would come to her
with such a question.
She studied him intensely, trying to figure out if he was hiding something, but his
face, for all its beauty, was unreadable. In the meantime, the queen was approached
by an attendant, telling her that other visitors had insistently requested an audience.
They claimed, he relayed, that they knew Lord Poseidon was there, and that they needed
to see him as well as Hilda. The queen ordered to let them in, and to alert all the
palace's men-at-arms. The attendant slipped away silently as he had entered.
"Perhaps more light will be shed on this mystery" Hilda said then aloud. "There are
other guests who wish to hold conference with us both. I gave the word to let them in."
What finally convinced Hilda of Poseidon's good faith was the look of utter surprise
that painted both his and Sorrento's face as the announced visitors came through the
door of the throne room. That surprised mirrored her own, for she recognized the
golden scales of the Marine Generals from the tales of legend.
The five men knelt before their god in a mute renewal of the oath of loyalty they
had taken ten years before, then it was their turn to be shocked when Julian spoke.
"How is this possible?" he whispern won wonder. "How can you be standing before me?
Death had taken you all from me. How can this be?"
"Do you mean it is not your will which granted us new life, my sovereign?" asked
Seahorse Baian, standing in time with the others. "When we felt your cosmo heading
for Asgard, we rushed here to meet you, thinking you had a new task for us..."
Poseidon shook his head pensively, retiring within himself to meditate on the
unexpected turn of events. Meanwhile, Sorrento filled his companions in on the
facts of the last few days, and told them precisely how much time had passed since
their death.
Hilda remained quiet, listening to the tale of how suddenly and mysteriously the
Sea King had awakened a week before, the same night she had seen the red aurora in
the sky above Asgard. In spite of the coincidence, she didn't believe the obscure
omen concerned the return of the ocean god. Ten years ago she had received no warning
before being enslaved to Poseidon's will. No, there had to be something more, she
knew it.
"It seems that my visit here has proved fruitful, in a way" the god said meantime,
emerging from his meditation. "I take my leave of you, Queen of Asgard. I shall travel
to Athens to hold council with Athena. Together, we'll try to understand what is
happening and prepare ourselves for a war, if indeed there will be one. Farewell,
Hilda of Polaris."
"Wait, please" she said automatically. "Isn't there anything Asgard can do?"
"Hold on to your peace and pray to your god, Queen of the North. I hope his help will
not be needed."
Swiftly like they had come, they were all gone, and Hilda was left to an empty room.
She deposited her insignia and retired to her chambers, where she tried to rest. She
rinsed her face with water warmed over the fire of the hearth and slipped into a
nightgown, resolving to get some sleep. What had happened was too much to take in all
at once, and she was only human. After all, peace would last until the next

She understood the naivety of her belief as Freya burst through the door of her
bedroom, almost incoherent with an odd mixture of exaltation and fear. The princess,
unable to utter an intelligible sentence, after several attempts to speak simply took
her by the arm and led her outside, to the altar of Odin. Eight silent figures stood
there in the dark, surrounded by an unnatural quiet.
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Author's notes: This chappie was a bit harder to write than the rest, probably because
it's not very easy to handle scenes with many characters in them... Oh, well, I brought
it onto myself, didn't I? I hope it didn't come out too forced, or implausible.
I promise I will explain, in time, how it is possible that all of the dead
saints/generals/whatever are coming back. Of course, the real reason is that I wanted
all these marvellous charas to toy with, but I do have a "plot" reason as well. Again
I'll have to ask you to be patient. It won't come out for a while yet. Please, review?
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