I gasped, forcing the tainted musky air vigorously through my dry lungs, my heart beat painfully in my flattened and broken rib cage, all the while my bleached and torn fingertips sawed rigorously at the drenched soil prison encasing my smothered and ruined carcass. Grunting savagely my rapidly healing bones fought with a murderous intent to free my conflicted form from its thick hold, my lungs grew stronger as they continued to suck greedily on the polluted breeze gracefully strangling my exposed skin in its winding arms.
      Heaving my much too light frame from the death grip of the deadly earth, I balanced my weight on my slackened arms, putting what little strength I had in dragging my corpse out of its vise like hold, all the while the soil tugging merciless on my busted and abused flesh. “Ahh, ahhh…no, no…ahh-hh p-pl-please, no.” I sobbed feebly, breathing heavily through my nostrils, as my cracked and bruised bones were stretched past breaking point. Pain swirled with relief filled cries clawed their way through my chapped lips to fill the nights moonless sky, ending in childish whimpers as the last of my body clumsily emerged from the cell that had been surrounded me for decades.
    Laying panting and utterly exhausted I felt the stinging rain thread its icy talons through my vermin infested, once ebony hair, scraping its harsh blunt nails against my rotted scalp. Sobs racked my figure, shaking it uncontrollably while tears of coal streaked my once divine but now ripped cheeks.
     “Well, this certainly has made my day.” Came the giddy voice that felt like nails on chalkboard to my damaged ears.
     My face hardened instantly going from the misery drenched features to the mask of my once somber and hateful sneer, “What do you want Hermes?” I spat, my black eyes turning to mere slits.
     Rolling his eyes lazily he flicked a clowdy rain drop from his bronze shoulder, “Spare me the glare Evilincts,” he sighed exasperatedly, “I’m merely here to bring you to Zeus.”
    “What are you talking about?” I all but screamed, “three hundred years! That was my punishment! Those years are up!” I hollered spitting blood on his winged feet. “I have no reason to go see him.”
    Shooting me a glare only  god could give he let the hailing rain wash of the remnants of my greased lifeline streamong into the very ground that had hosted me in an unwanted stay. “This may be true, but he has every reason to see you.”
    Begrudgingly I lifted my filth caked palm, “You’ll have to carry me… I’m- I’m too weak to move.” I admitted, feeling my eyes prickling from the shame of confessing that the once great god couldn’t even bring himself to his own two feet.
    Hermes laughed, relishing in my humiliation, “Too think that the great and conceited Evilincts, the god who smothered people with the mere air of his pride is asking me for help.” He boasted heartlessly, cruel amusement dancing in his vibrant orbs, “This has truly turned out to be a fabulous day.”
    “Just grab my hand.” Came the voice that was far too weak to have escaped my once fine lips, but unfortunately had.
    With a disgusted cast of his eyes he reluctantly grasped my maggot splattered wrist, visibly cringing when he felt my leafy skin eradicate from his touch. Teeth clenching with repugnance while he brutally jerked my debilitated physique flush against his staunch chest, all the while ignoring my wails of agony as my muscles screeched in anguished dripped protests. Groaning in despair my nearly fleshless fingers shakily clenched his tensed shoulders when I felt our morphed forms lift from the ground, “Drop me, and you will regret it.” I hissed, my voice holding nothing but a promise.
    “Last time I checked you weren’t exactly in the condition to be making threats.” He laughed, voice sheathed in smugness.
    My lips twitched in a vile up turn of my stripped mouth, “Last time I checked,” I growled, “I was the god of everything sinful, but you are right… I am not in the condition to do anything, but I am in the position to make your very soul shred in distressed misery just from your hateful existence.” I threatened, watching as his face tore in loathsome for he knew that I could do just that.
    Feeling my feet finally touch solid ground Hermes all but threw me to into Zeus’s white clad form, “Take him.” He hissed, face scarred with bitterness as he stalked away.
    “You should really talk to your messenger, he’s lacking in hospitality quite a bit… extremely rude is what he was.” I informed, my gaze drearily casting over Zeus.
    “Now Evilincts,” he started, splaying his hand out on my torn jacket. “It is not the time to be talking about hospitality, now is the time to be talking about your punishment.”
    Whipping my head around I felt my brittle bones crack and flake away but paid no mind, “My punishment?” I croaked, “My punishment is over.”
    “Well I’m not quite sure it is, you see dear nephew, your cousins think that you have not learned you lesson, that you will try once more, and I can’t help but to agree with them.” He mused, his egotistical eyes flashing.
    “You and I both know that you cannot do that,” I hissed, my eyes becoming black pools of charcoal. “What has been done is done my punishment is over. But because of that threat that you have so smugly shared with me, I’m afraid that your punishment will never be over.”
     “And what are you, the boy who had sprouted from the blackness of my brother’s heart, going to do to me.” He mocked, his ecstatic laughter ringing in my abnormal ears.  
    Sneering at his arrogant banter, “I did not sprout from the blackness of his heart, I was created from Hades hate, every year that Persephone left him to come back to the mortal world his heart would turn to blackness, hate and misery taking over his soul, and I was born from that hate, I am everything that he had become.” I hissed, “Yet, you laugh when you know what I am. You know what I am capable of, I am that voice in the back of your head, I am the wrong in every living soul, after all that is what I was punished for. I was punished for almost turning the gods against each other, for whispering them truths of what they can become without the rest of the gods, what they could all rule without anyone else. If I were you, dear uncle, then I would not mock something that could do far more damage then you could ever dream of.” I snarled, every line in my face etched with poison as I glared into his surprised yet loathsome eyes.
     “And for your lack of thinking, you and all the other gods shall be punished.” I smiled, my still perfect teeth glimmering in the golden rays of the glittering sun. “Your punishment will be lonely, for you will only have other gods to keep you company, you will be unknown to the rest of the world, you will not be worshipped, you will be nothing more than a figment of a bored story tellers imagination. You will be alone. But I will not, the world will always know me as ‘Evil’, and I will always exist and have followers.” Snarling the last of my promise I set to work on my whispering and erasing of every mind scattering the planet’s surface, my alluring voice telling them truths coated with lies.