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Ikaros only knew of Hippolyta’s brother, but had never actually met the man. He knew of his cousin, Leonidas’ lover, and Leo’s apparent soulmate he’d been kept from for centuries at a time, but had never connected the dots between the two. Absently there was a part of Ikaros that had been bitter over the news, he was selfish, and could be quite arrogant, while Leonidas lamented the continuous loss of his true love, Ikaros had been all but denied to see Eleni ever again. Hades was lost to him, kept from his grasp but Dionysus’ blessing of reincarnation. In the early centuries of his loss he’d sought to understand the other side, to know the veil, if there was a way to retrieve her and bring her home, if he could venture to that other side himself.
But Hades did not greet unwelcome guests kindly, or so the stories went, so Ikaros continued on, and in place of finding meaning in his everlasting life had settled instead on the sewing of madness wherever he went.
Deimos, however, was unmistakable, a sphinx was rare enough, but this one bore a striking resemblance to Hippolyta. The cut of his jaw and severity in his gaze all seemed distinctly spartan, and when Ikaros approached the man it was with a characteristic swagger of some inebriation. Made bold by the amount he’d had to drink, Ikaros spoke candidly, “Hippolyta told me you would come here eventually, tell me Deimos, what can you tell me of the other side. What do you know about human souls being reincarnated.”
