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Wolfwood patches up Vash in the only way he knows how.
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29 Dec 2025
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Everything was finally right. Peace had been made between the Underworld and the Olympians. The House of Hades was in order. Thanatos and Zagreus were seeing eye-to-eye, at last, and their relationship was ripening into something deep and real and unbreakable.
That is until the unthinkable happens, and Zagreus is attacked and reduced to little more than an empty shell. To restore him, Thanatos must go on a quest, but doing so might demand more from him than he could have ever realized. Because, before this, Thanatos had never experienced the threat of loss. After all, what could Death Incarnate possibly lose? It was a mortal experience meant for the living. Not him.
But that was before Zagreus, and with everything on the line, if time runs out he’ll know true, unbearable loss.
And it might break him.
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05 Dec 2025
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Thanatos' heart lies outside his body.
Styx takes Zagreus’ pieces from Thanatos’ grasp and makes him whole once more. It takes longer than he thinks it ought, for flesh to knit and soul to settle into its place; for the woven multicolored thread of Zagreus’ life to be re-spun, knotted over like scar tissue, and the next first beat of Zagreus’ heart to resound in Thanatos’ breast.
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22 Nov 2025
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Zagreus is perhaps beyond words now, but he grips Than’s shoulder, the wisp of a touch—all the strength he has. Than kisses his bloody mouth, pouring into it a flood from his own heart, all his fear, all his guilt. His devotion. His unceasing, relentless ache to love him.
I love you. I love you, Zagreus. You’re worth everything, always.
There. Something of mortality. The closest thing, perhaps, that he will ever be able to understand. Before he’s gone, I must tell him I love him. He must know. Before he's gone.
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07 Nov 2025
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Wolfwood looks different. Different than even the hundreds of ghosts—threads of shimmering grey shot through his temples and fine lines splintered out around his eyes like someone dragged a feather through damp clay. Like he’s aged almost decade in the year since he—
“Died,” Vash rasps. “You died.”
Wolfwood’s eyebrows shoot up in an expression that Vash has remembered so many times that his own faulty memory rewrote over the real thing.
“This isn’t—how?” he asks, voice warping around the cold static clogging his mouth.
“You ever hear of Jesus Christ?” Wolfwood grins, and it’s exactly the same. Like no time has passed. Like he’s so proud of his stupid joke. Like Vash didn’t lay his still-warm corpse in the ground and bury him on the other side of that building.
Like the inexorable inspiral of a binary star, Vash is drawn back to the orphanage in December and the unexpectedly empty grave of his dearest friend.
Or, Vash and Wolfwood and all their tomorrows.
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