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Chain of Resurrection	By : Carpentaria Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas Views: 7643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8

Tenma tried to pinpoint where the stranger was hiding. He had sensed another presence not too long ago but so far, he or she had not attacked. There was something familiar about it, though. He was about to call out to Manigoldo, but before he could warn the other Saint, both Specter and Gold Saint disappeared in a flash of light. Tenma was left standing alone in the Forest of Death.

He forced himself to stand absolutely still, and then listened. Hard. There were no sounds. No animals scurrying around, no breeze moving the trees. He reached out with his other senses. He could sense the world beyond the forest, but the wood itself remained unnaturally still and soundless.

But he knew someone was there, hiding among the trees, observing him.

This must be what a prey feels like, knowing there is predator nearby reading to attack. Just as the thought passed through his mind, a tree to his right suddenly moved. One of its thick branches shot towards with deadly speed. He threw himself away, rolled over and jumped to his feet in a fluid motion. He stared at the spot where he had been standing just seconds ago. The branch was buried several feet in the ground. If he had not moved, it would have pierced his body.

It’s too dangerous to stand still, he thought and quickly took off, running as quietly as possible. As he moved through the forest, never going in a straight line, Tenma sensed his unknown attacker moving with him, still observing from a distance and waiting for a chance to attack again.

He skilfully dodged as more thick branches lashed out, trying to knock him off his feet or pierce his limbs. While the attacks appeared deadly at first, Tenma quickly realised that he was being led in a certain direction. When he tried to move down a different path, the trees seemed to melt together, blocking the way.

Okay, I’ll follow your lead for now.

After several minutes of running and dodging, Tenma finally spotted what appeared to be a way of out the forest. He unconsciously quickened his steps, wanting to be out of this place as quickly as possible. He saw light streaming down through the trees as the forest grew thinner, and couldn’t hold back a small smile. He couldn’t wait to feel sunlight on his skin again. With a final dash, he broke through the forest and found himself in a clearing filled with colours and light. He breathed in deeply, only now realising how much the forest had actually affected him. He looked back and couldn’t prevent the small shiver that travelled down his spine. The forest looked even more menacing and seemed to be reaching for him, as if wanting to draw him in and never let go again.

“Welcome, Tenma. I am so glad to see you again.”

His head snapped back and he found himself looking at the one person he had always wanted to protect with his entire being.

“Alone,” he whispered. The young man stood a few feet away, black hair falling like a waterfall down his chest and back. A gentle smile graced his lips and his blue eyes were glowing with pleasure. In that moment, he looked so much like the old Alone that Tenma almost forgot about the other being inhabiting his friend’s body, a being that was set on destruction.

“Alone, are you in control?” he asked and slowly approached his friend. That gentle smile became wider, but those blue eyes narrowed slightly. Tenma stopped just within arm’s reach. He badly wanted to grab Alone and bring him back to Sanctuary where he would be safe from Specters and gods. But there was something in the other’s eyes that stopped him, something ancient and dark.

“Tenma, I believe it is time for you to understand something. I am Hades. The person you know as Alone does not exist anymore. His soul is no longer inside this body,” Hades said in cold voice. His initial joy at seeing the Saint had dimmed somewhat when Tenma had asked for Alone, completely ignoring the god. That would not do!

“Liar! That is Alone’s body and you have no right to possess him. Let him go!” Tenma yelled. He did not want to believe that his friend was gone, only to be replaced by this god of death and destruction. He would not let Hades ruin everything that was Alone by using his body to destroy the world.

“I do not like to repeat myself, Tenma, but I see that words might not be enough to reach you. I will show you that Hades is the only being standing before you.” With those words, Hades stepped back a few feet. He spread his arms to the side and then slowly rose up into the air. When he was high enough up to view the entire forest, he stopped and looked down.

“Look only at me, Tenma, and you will see,” he called down to him.

Tenma’s eyes widened when a ripple moved through the air and ground. He could sense an enormous Cosmos from the figure above him. He couldn’t hold back a gasp when Hades’ black robe fell to the ground, leaving him only in a thin sleeveless tunic and trousers. Then, the air around Hades’ body seemed to take shape and wrap around the god’s body. The transformation continued until Hades was completely covered in a dark Surplice radiating power.

Tenma could only watch in a mixture of fear and amazement at the appearance of the God Cloth. He could feel the cells and blood vessels in his body responding to the overwhelming power of the god. His heart fast beating frantically and his breath came out in short gasps. He had not truly understood Hades’ power… until now.

Hades’ eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure as he saw and felt Tenma’s response. It was not just his body reacting; his soul was just as responsive. He could sense their bond thrumming with renewed energy.

Look only at me Tenma. Soon, you will see nothing and no one else, Hades thought, a shiver of pleasure coursing down his spine. He could not wait to get his hands on the young man.

“Very few have seen this form and survived, Tenma. You should feel honoured that I’m showing you this,” Hades said and slowly lowered himself to the ground until he was standing. His stance was relaxed, but beneath the calm exterior was a fierce predator ready to attack.

Tenma stepped back. He did not want to show fear by retreating, but he knew he needed as much space as possible to move in case Hades decided to attack. He felt the god’s Cosmos reaching for him, trying to wrap around his body and pull him closer. He used his own power to push the Cosmos away.

Hades smirked. Normally, Tenma would not have been able to resist so easily, but he allowed the young man this small victory. He would soon learn that any form of resistance would be pointless.

“Now, Tenma, I think it is time for you to show me your strength. I want our fight to shake the world,” he said, eyes ablaze with pleasure. He had felt the true power of Pegasus once before, when the Saint had injured him, and he wanted to fight that power again.

Tenma readied himself, his Cosmos flaring to life around him in a glowing blue light. He dropped down in a defensive stance, body tense like a bowstring.

“Come on then,” he called to Hades. But the god remained still, a slight frown darkening his face. He showed no signs of getting ready to fight.

“I have no intentions of fighting you like this, Tenma. Such a fight would be over in seconds and certainly not worth my time or effort. Show me your God Cloth,” he demanded in a cold voice.

Now it was Tenma who frowned. He didn’t know what Hades was talking about. Me? A God Cloth? Although the mention of the Cloth seemed familiar, he had no memories of ever being able to transform his Pegasus Cloth to a God Cloth.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, but I don’t have time to wait any longer. I need to get back to Sasha!” Tenma said. At the mention of the goddess’ name, the frown on Hades face was replaced by a look of intense hatred.

“Show me your God Cloth, Tenma, or I will personally slaughter every human staying in Sanctuary,” Hades promised in a dark voice.

“I won’t let you!” Tenma yelled and charged forward. He would never let Hades destroy Sanctuary the way his home had been destroyed. He pulled his fist back then thrust it forward in a powerful punch, his Cosmos concentrated in that one area. Just as he was about to land a hit, Hades moved. The god was a blur as he vanished from sight, and Tenma skidded to a stop. He spun around quickly, scanning his surroundings for any sign of the god.

“I am not interested in weak beings, Tenma. Show me your true strength.” The voice came from right behind him, and he quickly kicked out. But Hades had already moved.

Where is he?, Tenma thought. Despite the god’s overwhelming Cosmos, Tenma could not sense him. A sudden movement at the corner of his eye had him spinning around, fist flying through the air. A hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward into a hard chest covered in black armour.

“You disappoint me, Tenma,” Hades said and tightened his grip. Tenma tried not to wince as the bones in his wrist were grinded together. But the physical pain did not sting as much as Hades’ words. For some inexplicable reason, he wanted Hades’ approval, wanted him to see him as an equal. He tried to pull back, and when that didn’t do anything, he lashed out with his other fist, hoping to land a hit. That hand was quickly captured as well.

Tenma felt himself flush slightly as Hades simply stared at him, blue eyes turning darker as they roamed over him. The muscles in his arms flexed as he strained to pull free.

“It seems there is only one way with you, Tenma. Please understand that this is for your own good,” Hades said. Before Tenma had time to question him, Hades released his wrists and then lashed out. A fist slammed into his face and sent hi flying backwards into the forest. Tenma slammed into a thick tree, the back of his head slamming into unmoving wood. He slummed to the ground, fighting to stay awake. Just one punch and he was already down. He bit his lip harshly, the pain distracting him from his aching head. He looked up just as Hades came flying towards him.

He rolled away just as a fist slammed into the ground inches away. Instead of retreating, he thrust his body forward and kicked out, his foot connecting with Hades’ chest. His initial triumph at having landed an attack was short-lived when Hades didn’t seem to notice the kick at all. He simply grabbed Tenma by the ankle and threw him away.

He’s so strong, Tenma managed to think before Hades slammed into him. The god did not hold back this time, and Tenma cried out when a fist slammed into his side, shattering his Cloth and breaking ribs.

“Show me you true power, Tenma,” Hades said. “It is the only way you can fight me.” He did not give Tenma time to find his footing, but charged forward, his Cosmos tearing into the young Saint.

The following fight was brutal and short. Hades did not hold back as his Cosmos tore into Tenma, breaking his bones and tearing muscles. Cries of pain filled the air as Tenma struggled to defend himself. He had not expected Hades’ power to be so much greater than his own, and now he was paying dearly for it. A fist slammed into his back, nearly breaking his spine and sending him crashing to the ground. He did not have the strength to get up again.

As he lay on the ground, vision growing darker with each second, he sensed Hades kneeling beside him. He expected another painful attack, and was surprised when cool fingers gently caressed his face.

“It is time to end this,” Hades said. “When you are dead, I will go to Sanctuary and burn it to the ground. Athena and her pathetic Saints will die and so will everyone else in Sanctuary.”

Tenma heard the words but they sounded so far away he did not register their meaning. His sensory world was one of pain, and he was unable to understand anything beyond it. As his world darkened, he sensed his Cosmos stirring deep inside him.

Is this all I can do?

Something moved inside him. His blood grew hotter until it seemed to boil and his muscles uncoiled, as if they had been retrained all this time. As his consciousness faded, he sensed his Cloth transforming. The last thing he sensed before everything turned dark was his Cosmos expanding rapidly, almost like an exploding star.

Hades paused his attack when he sensed a change in the air. His eyes widened in pleasure as he took in the transformation.

Finally!

He had come very close to killing Tenma, but he knew nothing would happen unless the young man pushed over the edge. He quickly jumped back when Tenma’s Cosmos lashed out, splitting the ground where he had stood seconds ago. He watched as Tenma slowly got to his feet, the Cloth continuing its transformation until the young man was finally wearing his God Cloth.

“Very good, Tenma,” Hades whispered. The young Saint didn’t respond. His movements seemed sluggish as he turned towards the voice. His eyes were blank as if he couldn’t see, but Hades could sense the enormous Cosmos simmering just beneath the surface. Tenma might appear weak, but his power was far greater than any Saint in this released form. Now all he had to do was make Tenma use that power. Without saying anything further, Hades attacked.

Tenma’s arm shot up, blocking the fist that would have broken his jaw if it had landed. He lifted his head, blank eyes staring at Hades as if seeing him for the first time. Hades’ breath hitched slightly when he saw a miniature Cosmos spinning in those beautiful red eyes. He spun away as Tenma retaliated, his fist slamming into the ground and creating a huge creator, as if a small meteor had slammed into the earth.

Yes, show me your power! Hades thought gleefully and charged, his Cosmos slamming into Tenma’s causing a shockwave to ripple through the air, tearing trees from their roots and shattering rock and stone. Their battle made the Forest of Death tremble and slowly collapse inwards, as if a giant hole had appeared in the ground, sucking everything in. As they clashed, tearing into Cloth and flesh, Hades became more and more excited. He had not felt such exhilaration in many years. He slammed into Tenma, spilling his blood and tearing his flesh, but the young man did not appear to notice. He met Hades’ attack with equal velocity and strength, his Cosmos burning a bright blue and sending sparks flying in all directions.

As their battle wore one, Hades noticed that Tenma seemed to slow down. His attacks lacked their previous strength and his breath came in short gasps. He paused his attack when Tenma suddenly froze, blank eyes staring straight ahead. Then, without warning, the God Cloth fell away, leaving him in his normal Cloth.

Tenma blinked as his awareness slowly returned. He looked around and gasped. The forest had been torn apart and the ground looked as if it had been pulled apart by a gigantic creature. What happened?! Did Hades do this? He thought. He quickly looked around and found the god standing a few yards away. His face was glowing with pleasure as if he had just found an amazing treasure.

“Very good, Tenma. With proper training you will be able to summon your God Cloth without problems,” he said and slowly approached the young man. His own Cloth disappeared, leaving him in a pair of dark trousers, a black tunic and boots.

“What are you talking about? What God Cloth?” Tenma demanded to know. He did not remember anything about a God Cloth not did he remember why his body hurt so much. Did Hades attack me without me noticing at all?” he wondered. He watched warily as Hades approached, that strange smile growing wider with each step.

“You will know soon enough,” Hades said. “But now there is one more thing to do before I bring you with me to the Underworld.”

Before Tenma could do or say anything, Hades suddenly appeared right in front of him. He grabbed Tenma by the shoulder, preventing the young man from jumping back.

“This will not be necessary,” Hades said and placed his palm at the centre of Tenma’s chest. A red light surrounded his hand and before Tenma knew what was going on, his Cloth disappeared.

“Better,” Hades said.

“What did you do?!” Tenma yelled. How was he supposed to fight the god without his Cloth?

“I will give it back to you,” was all Hades said before he took hold of his tunic and, with a swift pull, yanked the fabric off Tenma’s body. He let his eyes roam the bare chest before him, very pleased with what he saw. Tenma’s upper body was like that of a runner: slightly broad shoulders, a powerful chest and a well-defined abdomen leading down to a narrow waist. His nipples peaked in the cool air, instantly drawing his attention to the two nubs that could bring a man to his knees if pleasured.

Tenma let out a shocked gasp when his tunic was ripped from his body. He flushed as Hades ran his eyes all over his chest, paying extra attention to his chest and nipples. His surprise turned to alarm when Hades lowered his eyes to his lower body, the smirk on his face growing bigger with each second. He took a step back but before he could get far, Hades suddenly jumped forward, slamming into him and pushing him down.

“What are you doing?! Let go!” Tenma yelled and lashed out. Hades grabbed his arms and then pinned his wrists to the ground with one hand while the other trailed down his chest towards his trousers. Tenma bucked upwards, wanting to throw Hades off, but the god rode his movements with ease.

“I want to see all of you,” Hades said and then pulled off his trousers, leaving Tenma naked. The young man turned a bright red. He had never had someone else look at his naked body before. Hades’ eyes grew darker as he took in the young man’s soft cock. He could not wait to make Tenma spill his passion between them.

Soon, he thought.

He looked up and smiled. Tenma was panting for breath, his face and neck flushed a beautiful red. It was obvious the young man had never been in this position before. Hades gently pushed his legs apart until he rested snugly between them, his pelvis pressed against Tenma’s. He rolled his hips, smirking when Tenma let out a small moan of surprised pleasure. He leaned down until he was only inches from Tenma’s face.

“Don’t worry, my Tenma. I’ll give you pleasure beyond your imagination!” With those words, he claimed Tenma’s lips in a hard kiss, pushing his tongue past lips and diving into Tenma’s hot and moist cavern. He stroked his tongue against the roof of Tenma’s mouth, enjoying the way the young man responded. He continued to kiss him, using his lips, teeth and tongue to conquer the beautiful creature beneath him.

Tenma was a mess of confusion and feelings. Hades unexpected kissing stole his breath away, giving him no time to think about anything else than the lips against his own and the tongue stroking his own. The kiss had sparks of pleasure shooting through his body, and heat slowly began to build in his lower stomach. The pleasure from the kiss almost made him forget who was holding him down and that he was being kissed. With a tremendous effort he managed to wrench his face away.

“NO! What are you doing?!” he gasped and arched his back in an attempt to push Hades away. The god simply pressed down harder, his groin pushing against Tenma’s growing erection and sending bolts of heat shooting through his body. Hades did not answer. He turned his attention to the exposed neck of his prey and began to lick, bite and kiss the pale flesh.

Tenma began to struggle in earnest as Hades attacked his neck, teeth biting hard enough to draw blood. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t get free. Their earlier battle had weakened him too much and he was unable to push the other male away. It didn’t help that his own body turned traitor, responding to Hades’ touch with eagerness.

Hades smirked against Tenma’s neck when he felt the young man struggle. There was no way Tenma would escape him now. He is mine, Hades thought and was surprised by the possessive feeling the followed the thought. He was by nature a possessive creature, but no one had ever made him feel this strongly. The mere thought of someone else touching Tenma made him growl slightly. He bit Tenma harshly to cover the sound.

“Ow! Stop biting me!” Tenma yelled. He glared angrily when Hades continued to suck and bite his neck.

I’ll show him!

Tenma turned his head and sank his teeth into Hades neck, biting hard enough to draw blood. Hades let out a grunt and pulled back. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of blood on Tenma’s lips and slowly brought his free hand to his neck. His fingers met something wet and he was surprised to see blood. He looked down and caught the smug smile on Tenma’s face. It was clear the Saint thought he had won a small victory.

Hades tightened his grip in Tenma’s wrists, fingers digging into his flesh and leaving marks. Tenma hissed in slight pain, but he continued to glare up at his captor. He would not simply surrender!

“A pet shouldn’t bit its master,” Hades whispered.

“I’m not your pet!” Tenma hissed.

“You will be soon enough,” Hades said and then suddenly flipped him over. Tenma let out a surprised yelp at the sudden movement. He flexed his wrists in the tight grip and glared over his shoulder when Hades simply pressed his arms harder into the ground. He was about to yell at the god when the ground beneath him began to glow. He heard Hades whispered something under his breath. A flash of bright light blinded him. When he was able to see again, he couldn’t hold back a gasp. A huge pentagram with strange symbols and writing had appeared beneath him.

“Wha-“ he began, the words cut off when Hades grabbed him and raised his hips while keeping his upper body pressed to the ground. He began to panic when the god pushed his legs further apart, exposing him completely.

“No! Stop it!” he cried out and tried to get up. Hades simply used his bodily strength to hold him down.

“Relax, my Tenma. This is all for you,” he whispered, ignoring the way the young man was panting. The words did nothing to calm Tenma, and he felt his fear rise when Hades ran a hand from his back and down between his legs, caressing his inner thigh.

“I’ll make you scream,” Hades whispered against his ear before a cool hand wrapped around his erection and began to stroke. Tenma couldn’t hold back a moan. His whole body quivered at the touch.

Hades used just the right amount of pressure, twisting his wrist with every upward stroke. He used his thumb to play with the head, spreading his slit and smearing precum all over the engorged organ. Tenma began moving his hips in time with the strokes. He bit his lip in an attempt to hold back moans of pleasure.

Hades smiled. The cock in his hand was hot and heavy with need. It was just as beautiful as the rest of Tenma’s body, and he looked forward to getting to know all the little things that made Tenma wild with passion. He continued to stroke Tenma, creating a tight channel for him to thrust into. The young man was panting. He arched his back and cried out when Hades played with his slit. Soon, he wasn’t struggling to get away, but pushing his body back against the god behind him. Hades slowly relaxed his grip on his wrists and when Tenma didn’t pull away, he let go.

“Oh!” Tenma cried out. Pleasure had turned his mind into goo and all he could think about was moving his hips just a little faster. He could feel something uncoiling in his lower belly, promising him greater pleasure if he just kept moving his hips.

“That’s it, Tenma. Show me your pleasure,” Hades whispered, his voice like a gentle caress. He used his now free hand to stroke Tenma’s quivering back, the muscles jumping beneath skin. Tenma did not try to pull away, so he let that hand slide down until it rested just above the swell of Tenma’s buttocks. He paused there, letting the weight and warmth of his hand speak for itself. When the young man let out a moan of pleasure and pushed back, Hades slid his hand further down, fingers gently running along his crack.

“Please,” Tenma whispered, not knowing what he was asking for. Hades smirked and then dipped his fingers between the twin globes. He quickly found Tenma’s opening and began rubbing the outer ring. Tenma let out a loud cry of pleasure, his whole body growing tight. He spread his legs further apart and arched his back.

Hades continued to stroke his front and back, not giving Tenma time to catch his breath. He felt the cock in his hand tremble and knew that Tenma was close, very close.

Just a little more and then he is mine, he thought. He pressed his middle finger against Tenma’s anus, pushing through the tight ring of muscle. Tenma let out a cry of mixed pleasure and pain, his whole body trembling. Sweat coated his skin.

“Cum for me, my Tenma. Let everyone know that you belong to me.” With those words, Hades began stroking his cock faster while pushing his finger in and out, rubbing his inner walls. When the tip of his finger found Tenma’s sweet spot, the young man came. A scream of pleasure escaped him and then he was cumming, thick spurts of semen painting the ground beneath him. Hades continued to pleasure him until he let out a pained whimper. He had no more to give. As his eyes began to close, he felt Hades’ arms around him, pulling his exhausted body to rest against the god. Lips pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.

“You did well, Tenma. Rest now, because when you wake up, your new life by my side will begin,” Hades said. Tenma did not have the strength to respond and allowed darkness to claim his mind.
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