A wayward, trembling hand brushed over rounded glass beneath which sat a Sleeping Beauty by any other name. Her name in actuality? Maria. Soulless ocean-blue eyes looked into eternally shut eyelids, with nothing but pale, gently-wrinkled skin. She had been comatose for two years now; she had drifted away at forty-three, and hadn't aged a day. He'd paid an extra $100,000 of Typhon's money to have a clear cryogenic unit; so he could see her. Speak to her. Embrace her. As best he could, at least.
"My love," Mutters came from trembling lips. This was his most vulnerable. Within this room of purest white, tiles from floor-to-ceiling. As you stepped out of the elevator, the room was just blank in whiteness. White block lights at the ceiling. White tiles. A white bottom of the cryogenic unit. Three white tiles extended further than the natural ridge of the ceiling above, with small black indents in them. And even Maria's body itself, clad in nothing but the purest white. "My beautiful Hera," That was what he'd called her. It began as a joke. The Hera to his Zeus, the Juno to his Jupiter. His wife. Though she hadn't been his sister; whilst accusal never faded of what a monstrosity the man sitting longingly by his comatose wife was, he hadn't stooped that low.
Wiping single teardrops of simple salty translucence from his eyes, he felt her presence inside his mind. Her voice. Her soothing, oh-so-beautiful voice... Do not cry for me, Payton, Her words shimmered and echoed like the greatest symphony in all the world. Telepathy. I will awaken once more when my time is nigh, So she'd told him. And she'd told him that if it took until they were a hundred years old, withered and grey, before she awoke once more, then that was what it would take. A pang of pain in his side as tissue moved and shifted once more; this happened regularly for Zeus. Despite the agony, however, his hand stayed against the glass as his body tensed and her voice rang out once more. Locks of brown hair frozen still. But until then, do not weep for me.
They'd all traded something. He'd traded solace from pain for power; instead, now, he always hurt. Solomon had traded ability to learn for power; instead, now, he just knew. Konstantin had traded the ability to touch for power; instead, now, he could do naught but kill. And Maria? Maria had traded her consciousness for power. And with that, she had lost her husband, and he had lost her wife. She was still telepathically able; and her powers were... limitless, paired with others... but she couldn't touch him. She couldn't hold him and assure him what he had done was right in times of doubt he never had any more. And she couldn't kiss him.
The clear crackle of intercom split the fading echo of her voice; one blue-haired Payton Jensen snapped upright and toppled the chair, his neck whipped towards the direction of the grate. "Mister Jensen, sir, your son is here to see you," Ah. Gabriel. He'd sent for him, and then gotten too engulfed in the endeavours of his all-but-dead wife to remember. With a sigh, he strolled absolutely towards the intercom box once more, and swallowed back the last of the tears. He could withstand anything with this power; anything but the sight of her.
A single finger stretched forwards to press down a gentle indent in the wall. "Excellent, Rebecca," He spoke coolly, calmly, and clearly. His cheeks had long since calmed; the tears were pure. Payton looked as good as new. "Send him in," He spoke again, a smile drawing onto his face. His son. The only son he had, now. He thought of Max. Of his pitiful resistance, his trying to make a name for his... "Gaia". "Oh, and, Rebecca?" The link was still established. "Turn off the intercom." This room was the only in the building that had no cameras, at its very peak. Panacea was a fortress; but this room was unbreakable. Even for Gabriel, the walking tank; even for he. Hera was fused to the ground not by just his will, but hers too, and three feet of solid carbon steel beams in every direction. But they required some form of contact incase he slumped unconscious; and this was it. The intercom. And now that his son was to enter? It would be turned off. Payton lifted his finger off of the button as she did so, cutting it out cleanly with a crack. And with that, Payton Jensen smiled, and waited for his son-
No.
Zeus smiled, and waited for his son.
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