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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 9

Tenma felt something move. His body and soul felt heavy, and even the act of opening his eyes seemed impossible. He had a vague feeling that something very important had happened to him, but he couldn’t remember what.

There was someone with me… someone important to me… he thought. His mind was a blank, however, and the thought quickly disappeared. He frowned slightly. Why was he so tired? His body felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Despite the inability to move, he did feel something deep in his bones. It felt like his very life was being drained from him but he couldn’t figure out why or how. He suddenly sensed something.

Someone is here… very close…

He felt a hand gently caress his forehead, pushing his bangs away. The same touch moved down to his cheek and then his throat where is paused. It rested against his pulse, feeling the faint beat of his heart through the skin.

W-who…?

The touch disappeared and he felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. He tried once more to open his eyes. His surroundings were hazy and unclear. He turned his head slightly and caught sight of a figure next to him. He couldn’t make out any clear details, but he recognised on some level that this person was important to him. Before he could say anything, he felt something wrap around him and lift him. He let out a pained moan as his head flopped forward.

“Don’t worry, Tenma. This will soon be over and then you will never be able to leave my side,” a voice said.

Never leave…?

He felt a burning sensation as something pierced his body to the bones. He was too weak to voice his pain and could only hang forward, supported by whatever was holding him.

Something is wrong… I need… to get back…

Those were his last thoughts before his mind gave in and everything turned dark.

Albafica glared at the Specter. He didn’t know how many days had passed since he had been brought to Hades’ castle. Minos had kept him locked up in these rooms the entire time, and the Specter had been his only company. He blushed angrily when he thought about the ways the other man had used his body repeatedly, not taking no for an answer.

But I gave in every time! I could have fought him but I let him use me, he thought angrily. Minos had introduced him to the ways of pleasure and pain, and he had been unable to resist the Specter’s touch. He might have yelled ‘no’ at first but he knew deep down that he wanted the man to touch him again and again.

But today had been different. When Minos had arrived, he hadn’t attacked his as he usually did. Instead, he had thrown some clothes at Albafica and ordered him to dress. When Albafica had failed to comply quickly enough he had lashed out, fist slamming into the other man’s face. Albafica had let out a surprised cry of pain. Minos didn’t usually use this type of violence, preferring to use his teeth rather than his fists.

“Get dressed!” Minos hissed.

“Make me,” Albafica had snarled back. Normally he would have welcomed some clothes but right now he simply wanted to defy the proud Specter.

“Don’t you want to see your friends?” Minos asked. Albafica froze.

“What do you mean?” he asked warily. He knew Minos loved to play with his mind as much as his body, and he was careful not to trust everything the Specter told him.

“You’ll find out if you get dressed,” Minos answered with a smirk. Albafica hesitated briefly, but when Minos simply sent him a cold stare, he slowly put on the clothes. When he was done he looked at the other man.

“Come here,” Minos said. Albafica approached him carefully but wasn’t surprised when Minos grabbed his arm and pulled him close. The man wrapped his arms around him in a tight grip and gently nuzzled his neck.

“Something amazing has happened, and Lord Hades had ordered us all to attend a special meeting,” he said and lightly nipped the sensitive skin of Albafica’s neck. Albafica stilled. Something really must have happened for Hades to call for a meeting. He had not seen or heard anything about the King of the Underworld since the day he was captured, and Minos had revealed nothing. He let out a hiss when Minos sank his teeth into his neck and bit him harshly.

“Let go,” Albafica said and tried to dislodge the Specter’s hold on him. Minos responded by biting down hard enough to break the skin. He sucked on the wound for a few minutes before drawing back.

“Just marking my property,” he said when Albafica sent him a questioning stare. The Saint’s eyes narrowed in anger. Albafica hated it when he called him his property and the fight that usually followed such a statement always ended up in a passionate and angry round of sex. But not today.

Before Albafica could open his mouth, Minos grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the door. Albafica stopped resisting him when he realized that Minos was taking him outside.

He’s letting me leave! He couldn’t quite hide his excitement when the door was unsealed and opened. This could be his chance to escape. But his hopes quickly dissolved when they stepped into the hallway.

The place was filled with Specers of all ranks, their black Surplice blank and clean like the surface of a still lake. They glanced up briefly and some of them let their eyes wander, taking in his body with obvious pleasure. Albafica glared back, daring any of them to make a move. He was still a Gold Saint and would show any of them that he wasn’t a pushover.

“Remember, if you try to leave my side, not only will you not get to see your friends, you will also have to face every Specter in the castle and trust me, none of them will take ‘no’ for an answer,” Minos said and began walking.

Albafica pressed his lips together. Just like you don’t, he thought. But he followed him anyway. He had become quite good at reading and handling Minos, but he didn’t know any of these other Specters and without his Cloth, he knew they could hurt him badly.

As they walked down the hallway, he could practically taste the excitement in the air. An electrical charge sizzled his skin and he had to force himself not to react to the activities around him. Minos turned his head and smirked at him, sensing his discomfort. Albafica ignored and took note of the many hallways and stairs on their way. He stored the information away in his mind, knowing that if he ever managed to escape he would need to find his way through the castle.

His concentration was broken, however, when he caught sight of a figure up ahead. Like him, this one was dressed in a simply tunic and loose trousers. He walked with a slight limp, following behind a large Specter. Before Albafica knew what he was doing, he ran past Minos, ignoring his shout, and grabbed hold of the figure.

It was a young man and he gave a start when Albafica grabbed his arm and turned him around. Albafica didn’t recognise him, but the other clearly knew him.

“Lord Albafica?” he whispered in surprise. Albafica took in a pretty face that was covered in an ugly bruise. He pressed his lips together in anger when he caught sight of the bruises around his throat, as if someone had strangled him repeatedly.

“What is your name,” Albafica asked.

“Yato,” the young man answered. The name didn’t sound familiar. Before he could ask something else, a large Specter suddenly appeared behind Yato. A hand fastened around the young man’s neck and pulled him back roughly. Yato let out a yelp of surprise which quickly turned into a pained moan when the hand around his neck squeezed, fingers digging into his bruised skin.

“Release him,” Albafica hissed and reached forward, intend on freeing Yato. But a cold hand suddenly closed around his wrist and pulled him around.

“That won’t do, flower. You are not supposed to touch other Specters’ toys without permission,” Minos said lightly although his eyes were dark with anger. Albafica tried to yank his arm free but Minos simply tightened his grip until the bones in his wrist grinded against each other. Albafica held back a hiss of pain.

“Let go,” he said and stared back unflinching. Minos narrowed his eyes, a clear sign that he was about to lash out.

“You ought to train your pet better, Minos,” said the Specter holding Yato. Both Minos and Albafica turned their attention to him.

“Unlike you, Mandrake, I prefer my toys to have a bit of spite in them. I don’t care much for a mindless doll,” Minos said and gestured towards Yato. The young man had been silent so far but an angry spark appeared in his eyes at Minos’ words.

“Shut up,” he hissed and, to everyone’s surprise, he kicked out, nearly hitting Minos. The Specter let out a surprised laugh and grinned when Mandrake hissed. It would seem his pet wasn’t quite as dull as he had let on.

“How dare you!” Mandrake snarled and slammed Yato into the wall, nearly knocking him unconscious.

“Stop!” Albafica yelled and took a step forward. Minos pulled him back sharply and shook his head.

“No, flower. Just watch and learn. Watching Mandrake discipline his pets can be quite arousing,” Minos said and held him back.

Yato cried out in pain when his head connected with the stone wall behind him. Earlier, Mandrake had warned him of the consequences if he misbehaved and he had stared at the Specter in utter fear. The punishment for disobedience today would be terrible and he had promised that he would do whatever the Specter told him. But seeing one of the Gold Saints had changed that.

The sight of Albafica reminded him that they couldn’t give up fighting simply because of fear of pain. The Gold Saint held himself proudly and hidden whatever fear he felt, despite being surrounded by Specters.

In the days he had spent with Mandrake, Yato had almost forgotten that fighting back was worth the pain. So he steeled himself and glared at the other man.

“Let me go, you bastard,” he said. Mandrake narrowed his eyes until they were mere slits.

“You really are a fool. The sight of a fellow Saint has caused you to disobey me, but do you think he can protect you? When this meeting is over, you will regret it.” With those words he released Yato, grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the hallway, ignoring Minos’ snide comments and taunts.

“Well, pretty Albafica. We best get going too. We don’t want you to miss out on the big surprise, do we?”

Minos led him down yet another hallway that was filled with Specters and other Saints. He recognised a few faces but before he could call out, Minos yanked him close and pulled him through a set of huge doors leading to an enormous hall.

The room was crawling with Specters, their voices loud and harsh. He suddenly spotted a very familiar head of blonde hair and called out.

“Shion!”

The blonde turned, his eyes widening at the sight of Albafica. Before he could call out, an unfamiliar Specter with long white hair grabbed the Saint and dragged him away.

He turned to Minos. “What is going on?!” he demanded to know. The sight of Shion had shaken him.

“Don’t worry, pretty flower,” Minos said and ran a hand down his face. “Everything will soon be clear.” With those words he led Albafica away from the entrance and further in. Albafica caught sight of several more Gold Saints, all of them surrounded by powerful Specters.

What is happening? he thought desperately. As he looked around, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure at the end far end of the room. Hades sat on a large, but simple throne, elevated a few feet off the ground. On his lap lay a small puppy that he kept petting. To his right stood a tall beautiful woman with long dark hair. Albafica knew her to be Pandora. On his left side stood two Specters so alike they had to be twins. One with dark hair and one with blonde hair.

Thanatos and Hypnos, gods of death and sleep, Albafica thought with a slight shiver. Pandora suddenly took a step forward and slammed her staff into the stone floor.

“Silence!” she called. Specters and Saints alike immediately froze. When she was certain no one would dare speak a word, she stepped back. For several moments nobody moved.

“Welcome, my faithful Specters. It pleases me to see you, and also our new guests,” Hades said and carefully put the puppy down before standing. His cool gaze swept over them, and a smirk appeared on his face.

“For centuries, we have fought Athena and her Saints, killing each other only to be resurrected again and again. This time, however, the war is over. Athena has been defeated!”

A deafening roar erupted from the Specters while the Saints let out shouts of denial and anger.

“Sanctuary has fallen and Athena has been sealed away. Her Saints are without a master and therefore in need of new ones,” Hades continued. Albafica shivered. It couldn’t be true! How could all of the Saints have been defeated?

“Each Specter will have the opportunity to choose a Saint for their own. Those who are not chosen will be sealed away until I call for them. They will then join us as new Specters and help bring a new era about.”

“Never!” someone yelled. Albafica recognised the voice as Dohko.

Hades ignored the comment. “In order to ensure your loyalty, each Saint has been marked by me. Like my Specters, you will be able to survive in the Underworld, and should you somehow get killed, your soul will return to me, thus preventing you from resurrecting in the World of the Living. All of you belong to me now.” Hades sent them all a cold glare.

“You will bring your chosen Saint to me for approval. Some of you have already chosen and may leave. Make sure your new companion understands their position in my world. Otherwise, I’ll punish you both.” With those words, Hades turned around and slowly walked back to Pandora, Thanatos and Hypnos.

“What have you done with Tenma, you bastard?!” Dohko yelled furiously. He managed to push several Specters away and charge forward before another Specter suddenly appeared behind him and slammed him into the ground. The Specter grabbed Dohko’s arms and pinned them behind his back.

“Do not move, Saint, or I will break every bone in your body,” the Specter hissed loudly. Dohko cursed and arched his back, but the Specter didn’t let go. Instead, he fastened on hand in the Saint’s hair and pulled his head back harshly.

“I apologise, my Lord. I’ll make sure to punish him accordingly,” the Specter said.

“Very well, Kagaho. I will give him to you. Make sure he is properly disciplined,” Hades said. “As for your question, former Gold Saint, Tenma is right here, pleading his loyalty to me as we speak.”

Dohko glared. “He would never give himself to you!” he yelled. Hades smirked.

“Would you like to see him?” he asked. Before Dohko could answer, Hades turned and walked back to his throne. He gestured for Pandora and the others to step back. He walked past the throne and stepped up to a large floor-to-ceiling carpet. He grabbed hold of it and with a swift yank, tore it down.

Albafica’s gasp was drowned by Dohko’s furious roar. Behind the carpet was a stonewall covered in thick thorny vines. And suspended in the middle was an unconscious young man, arms pulled up over his head. The vines were wrapped around his body, thorns digging into his skin and making him bleed.

“Tenma! Let him go!” another voice screamed. Hades simply smirked.

“Tenma is giving his life to me at this very moment. Soon, he will become a complete part of the Underworld.” Hades looked at Tenma with possessive eyes. He then turned to face his audience one last time.

“He is mine! If anyone dares to touch him without my permission, I will seal you away in the darkest part of the Underworld where you will remain for all eternity.” As he spoke, his Cosmos swelled and reached out. It wrapped around them all and forced them to their knees. Albafica bit back a gasp when that terrible Cosmos squeezed the air out of his lungs. Hades held them like that for several moments before freeing them. His Cosmos retreated but his eyes burned with icy fire as he stared at them.

“Remember: he is mine!”
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