HADES?

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"Now die, ant," the dark satyr said as it landed its punch on Diana.

"What?" The dark satyr couldn't believe its hand didn't create a gory mess out of the young god.

Coughing blood and smiling, the young god responded while holding its arm, "You think I wouldn't get used to how hard you hit?"

"Okay. I feel like a third wheel here. Guess I'll take my leave," The Slayer said, scratching his head until he heard something.

"Was that a frog? I swear I heard something croak just now," The Slayer asked, looking around.

"Stop being rude… help my… daughter already," a tired Queen Hippolyta said as she picked up the sword she used with her daughter and began pouring more of herself into the weapon.

"Stranger… I will use the remainder of my life essence to imbue this weapon and apply a technique of the gods to grant this weapon immortality-destroying powers temporarily. Use this and…" Queen Hippolyta said as the weapon glowed faintly and her countenance worsened.

"If I were a demigod like her…" The Queen muttered.

"Yeah, she hasn't embraced godhood yet," The Slayer said as he pointed to one part of the battlefield, and black flames consumed hundreds of demons. At this point, the demons began retreating back to their portals as the Amazons cut them down.

Diana engaged in a slugfest with the dark satyr as the dark satyr looked at Diana in disbelief. It could also sense that its horde had dwindled in number, and that infuriated it.

"What are you?" The dark satyr asked as it flaunted its chest, powering up.

"How can you affect me now?" The dark satyr asked.

"I am Princess Diana of Themyscira, and I will be the last face you see!" Diana said and sped forward with a superpowered punch at the dark satyr that shook the entire island.

The sword Queen Hippolyta held bounced off her hand as she was too weak to even hold a sword after the shockwave from Diana's punch.

"Easy there, granny, you look like you are about to bite the dust. Damn, I wish I was in Marvel," The Slayer muttered to himself as he grabbed Queen Hippolyta.

"Thank you, Diana. You have given me the strength I never thought I could have," the dark satyr said as the dust cleared and revealed a dark satyr with rust iron-coloured armour and short, sharper horns. It looked like it had evolved again.

"What?" Diana asked, surprised but unsuspecting as the dark satyr appeared before her before she could even register its image.

The dark satyr punched her, its hand almost passing through her abdomen, but it held her back to stop her from flying away.

Diana couldn't cough out blood or spit as her eyes widened and she almost passed out from a single punch.

"Impressive, puny god! Your body is really durable, I thought you would be ashes by now. Let's try that again," the dark satyr said with a menacing grin.

"Slayer! Please! Help!" Diana called out as she managed to break free from the satyr at the cost of her arm.

"Diana! Slayer, if you can help… ugh," Queen Hippolyta said as she began to fade.

"Oh, I almost forgot," The Slayer said as he closed his eyes and green light spread from him to everywhere on the island.

"What?" Queen Hippolyta asked in shock as her voice and vitality were fully restored, as was every being on the island. Even Diana's arm reattached itself after being shrouded in green light for a second.

"Who are you?" Diana, the dark satyr, and Queen Hippolyta asked in unison.

"First things first. If I end this, I will be granted immunity here on Themyscira, right?" The Slayer asked the Queen as the situation looked like the devil proposing a deal she would come to regret.

She couldn't be blamed, after all, since The Slayer reeked of a danger surpassing what she knew of the underworld Hades governed. It was as if The Slayer was an otherworldly being, but she had already lost too many Amazons in one night and was ready to end it all.

"You will be the only exception. The only man that can live as freely as possible on Themyscira. I swear by the old gods and new," the Queen swore as she took the hand of The Slayer warily.

The Slayer chuckled, but it sounded like laughter from the underworld to those around him.

"Are you Hades by chance?" The Queen asked as she steeled herself for what she had just agreed to.

"And what if I was?" The Slayer asked with a grin on his face.

This made the dark satyr rethink its next course of action as retreating seemed logical if the god that managed the underworld was present. He wouldn't want a situation where the majority, if not all, of his forces were turned against him.

"It changes nothing, but I would like to know," the Queen said, her determination unbroken, her hand still in the hand of The Slayer. The gods could take on any form. This could have been a test from Hades himself.

"Good," The Slayer said and released her hand, and a deep hum was heard out of nowhere.

"You better not break your promise for your sake. The things I learned from where I came from would be unpleasant to experience if a deal is broken between two agreeing parties," The Slayer said as metal music could be heard again.

"And you too, Diana," The Slayer said to her as he was behind the dark satyr in the same instant.

The dark satyr and Diana were still looking at The Slayer's figure next to Queen Hippolyta, unknown to them, The Slayer had already appeared before them.

"Don't blink," The Slayer whispered into the dark satyr's ears, causing it to back away in fear.

"When did you..?" The dark satyr asked with urgency in its voice.

"Oh, and I am not Hades," The Slayer turned to the Queen, who was some distance from him, who looked back at The Slayer's position and where he was before, but what was stunning to the small group watching was the black arm that The Slayer held in his hand.

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