#imagine hearing that your daughter has died and you're so torn up about it since you rarely seen her since she was child

[fartiemcgoo]

my day be so fine then I realize rose probably couldn't bury laura because mr crow and owl took her body

[dreams-of-wings]

Daughter of the Devil

Imagine: Being Hades Daughter and meeting Carlos for the first time.

Small warning: So from rewatching D3 about 5 times I realized while I was writing this that Hades never actually used his powers on the Island, nor does the Ember actually glow either till it gets past the barrier - even though the promos that showed Hades in his hideout did in fact have him burst into flames. So for the sake of my sanity, let's say the barrier effects him a little differently because he is infact a god so I would like to think that the majority if not all of his powers do not come from magic, but also for the sake of him not being OP - it does hold him back like a lot.

It was a stupid move, Carlos would admit that. Some punks managed to corner him and hustled him for anything valuable he had on him. They let him go after they took his shoes, a couple nice shiny things he managed to snag, and the jacket off his back, but they said something and he just got so angry. He mouthed off to them and now he was running for his life, ducking weaving, jumping over obstacles. He was scared to look back, worried that if he did it would just allow his pursuers to catch up faster. He huffed, and wheezed as he ran through the tarnished, dirty alleyways of the Isle - knocking over a few garbage cans and unsupported stands. He hadn't noticed he was running out of things to help protect himself till he frantically looked from side to side and noticed there was nothing, and no one he could use as a shield. He went for the only thing he could - an old abandoned warehouse. Maybe he could find something there he could hide in.

Carlos could see the silhouettes of the thugs chasing after him, and he stumbled to quickly open the large sliding metal doors before turning around and closing them behind him in a desperate attempt to put up a barrier between him and them. When he turned around his blood ran cold, and his face paled. There was absolutely nothing here for him, no where to hide, nothing to defend himself with - just some large support columns and beams that were sturdy enough to keep the building standing for a few more years. There was an old red, rusted, metal staircase at the back but he couldn't see what it lead to since the top was covered by thick plastic and tattered cloth.

Carlos gasped when he heard the large door rattle from behind him, and he jumped back a few steps, almost falling onto his rear end from lack of coordination.

"We know you're in there twerp!"

Those kids were messing with him. Rattling the door and banging on it just to scare him.

"Go away!" Carlos screamed at the door, half knowing it was a pathetic attempt at getting the bullies to back of. He really did fall back when the steel door flew open, "No, no, no!"

"Just who do you think you are?!" The one who was obviously the leader of the group stomped a few steps forward. He was large, granted Carlos was pretty small compared to most of the kids his age. The salt and pepper haird boy panicked and tried to crawl back and away from the approaching group, "I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, your gonna' be!" The stocky boy to the right baited Carlos, moving toward him like he was going to lunge and causing him to flinch.

"I already gave you everything I had!"

The three larger boys were about to go for him when they heard an unfamiliar voice, "Hello?"

Carlos hadn't heard the voice over the sound of his own rapidly beating heart and labored breaths. However, the lack of punching and kicking got his attention, and he quieted long enough to hear the sound of metal 'thumps' and creaking under footsteps. He risked a peak through his arms towards the staircase he had seen earlier and saw what looked like a little girl with long, wild, vivid blue ombre hair. She wore tattered cloths and a well worn denim jacket that was definitely a few sizes too big for her. Before he knew it, Carlos had unfurled himself from the fetal position and now laid flat on his stomach on the cold cement.

"What's going on?" You stood at the bottom of the stairs, head tilted slightly to the right in confusion.

"None of your business," the leader of the thugs spoke up.

"Well you're in my house, so that makes it my business," you were quick to snap back. You had a short temper, just like your father.

Carlos' mouth dropped open, you looked like a harmless little girl, but your attitude seemed to suggest that you could handle yourself.

"We're just trying to get back what this twerp took from us!" The slightly lankier thug who had remained silent till now spoke up, and the stocky one backed him up, "Yeah, and he thought he could hide here so we followed him."

"Really?"

"Yeah," the leader smirked. Maybe they could get you on their side, then they could add getting beat up by a girl to the list of things they pick on Carlos for, "So you see, he's the one really trespassing. We're just trying to make sure he pay's for it."

Carlos swallowed thickly, looking back and forth between both sides as the exchange happened and he frantically shook his head, "N-no!"

"Cause it doesn't really look like he has much on him," the curious look on your face contorted into an angry frown - with your brows furrowing and your previously wide-eyed gaze turning sharp. The three thugs felt a chill go up their spine, as did Carlos.

"Look, girly," the leader took one step back as you took one forward, "If you're not going to help then beat it!"

"Who are you to tell me to leave?!" Your long tresses bursted into blue flames that extended down your arms. All four of them flinched back slightly both from fear and shock. How did you have magic on the Isle?

"This is my house," you took a couple more steps forward, "You don't have a say in what I do!"

Carlos practically lept to the side and out of your path as you continued your way towards the three burly boys, causing them to stumble back before they practically tripped over eachother to get to the warehouse entrance. Never had you heard such large boys produce such shrill screams.

"You're gonna' regret this!" The largest one had the nerve to turn around once he had crossed the entrance threshold and shake his fist at you.

"Try me." You watched them as they disappeared from sight through the alleyway they came from, all while your flames slowly died down to nothing. You almost forgot Carlos was there till you heard a quiet 'thump', and you whipped around. He had been trying to get up, but in his haste to leave before you could see him he slipped on a damp spot of old oil mixed with water. Carlos flinched when you turned to look at him, but quickly averted his gaze to the ground, "S-sorry," his voice was small, "I didn't mean to trespass."

You quickly made your way to him, causing him to flinch as you rapidly closed the already small distance between you and him, and for a second he cowered- afraid of what you would do to him with your flames. A moment passed, and when he felt no kicks, punches, slaps, or searing flames he looked up, eyes immediately landing on your extended hand.

He sat there for a good few seconds, mouth agape in awe. Were you helping him? His brows furrowed in confusion before he dragged his gaze upward, "What do you get out of it?"

"I was hoping a friend."

What?

"A friend?" Now he was definitely confused. No one on this island tries to make friends, just allies -if you can even call them that- relationships where both parties benefit, and there was no way you thought you could possibly benefit from having him as a "friend", right?

Before he knew it you crouched down to his level and gently took a hold of his hand - his still open mouth snapping shut at the action before he allowed you to pull him up. You took this as more of a 'yes' rather than a 'you know what you're right, I should at least get off the floor', and proceeded to drag him towards the red staircase, "C'mon!'

Carlos was still trying to process whether or not this was actually happening, and it nearly made him trip over the steps as you lead him to the top, "Hold on!" The platform the metal stairs led to was surrounded by those thick plastic bags and tattered fabric he had noted earlier, but now he would see that they hung and were tied to some lower beams - effectively shutting the world out. He didn't really have time to inspect any further as he was pulled through some makeshift curtains, and into a room that must have previously been some sort of office.

An old desk laid against the wall to the left, decaying wooden book shelves were huddled and grouped to the far right, and any other mesilanious items that would make an office an office lined the walls - all to make room for the mountain of torn blankets and patchy pillows that were in the center. How long had you been staying here? It was normally hard for kids yours and his age to keep a mildly decent place like this, usually the older residents of the island would have chased off anyone else from a place like this.

"Sit, sit!" Carlos was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice. He glanced around the room one last time before cautiously making his way to the pile of fabric at the center of the room and sitting, watching as you walked over to the fallen over desk.

You shoved off the large piece of damp old wood that you had haphazardly thrown over the opening where someone would normally put their legs, and pulled out a black garbage bag. Carlos' brows furrowed as he watched you struggle with it for a moment, and he was about to go help you move it when you finally managed to pull it out of your little hiding spot before dragging it over to him.

What was in it? Stolen knickknacks? A dead body? Several dead bodies?

The trash bag rustled as you opened it.

Food?!

Carlos forgot his manners for a moment and snagged the loaf of bread that was at the top of the pile. He briefly wondered how you were able to get such a nice looking piece of bread till he turned it over and noticed it was burnt. Oh. Still pretty good though as far as Isle of the Lost quality is concerned. He rubbed off the chard flakes that created a shell over the bread, tore away the inedible portion, and was about to take a bite out of it when he paused and looked at you.

"Sorry," Carlos moved to hand the bread back to you, but you shook your head and sat down cross legged.

"Eat," you lightly pushed the bread back over to him.

He looked concerned for a moment, looking down at the loaf of bread before breaking it in half as best he could, and handed you the slightly large piece. You smiled and happily took it, placing it on your lap before rummaging through the bag.

The bag was full of food. Mostly canned goods that were past their expiration date - but that was the good thing about most canned food: they had a long shelf life and should be fine so long as they're sealed properly. You saw what you had been looking for and smiled with glee as you pulled it out. A quarter wheel of cheese. It had a bit of green mold beginning to grow on the corner, but you simply broke up that bit and tossed it to the side to let it be forgotten. Such a waist of food - figures those Auradon pansies wouldn't know that cheese wheels are dense enough to allow you to break off molded pieces and still have it be edible. Or perhaps they did know, but threw it out anyways because it wouldn't fit their 5 star standards.

You break the cheese in half and pass one half to the frost haired boy before you.

"I dont even know who you are..." Carlos felt a bit guilty. Maybe he shouldn't be taking your food. So far it seemed like you had no one, while he still had a mom to go home to. Sure she was terrible. But parenteral issues weren't exactly rare on the island. Still though, here you were- living in an old abandoned warehouse, sleeping on a pile of old, torn, smelly blankets, and scavenging for something to eat that wouldn't give you food poisoning. Carlos had gotten lost in thought again, and hadn't realized you said something.

"Huh?"

You introduced yourself again, leaving out the part about how your father is Hades, the God of the Underworld before asking him what his name was.

"Carlos," he smiled, watching as you took a bite out of the bread before taking one out of the cheese. He took that as his cue to eat as well, "I don't think I've ever seen you around?" Which was odd because this was a small island and there really was nothing to do other than wander and steal.

"I keep to myself," you shrugged, "I stay in the places where their aren't very many people."

He nodded and continued to eat, causing a silence to fall over the both of you. How does one make friends?

"Do you get picked on a lot?"

Carlos was caught off guard by that question. He wanted to lie and say no, but something told him you would know it wasn't the truth, "Sometimes," now it was his turn to shrug, "but I try to keep my head down," he said through a full mouth, "keep to myself and avoid trouble. Trouble kinda seems to find me though..."

"Those guys were jerks who obviously have nothing better to do," you interjected.

"What else is there to do?" Most of the youth on the island spent their free time engaging in gang activity.

"Nap," you answered simply. It was you and your father's favorite pastime.

Carlos snorted at this, "Napping is for babies."

"Napping is for everyone," you defended, "Napping helps you grow." You paused to look out the window towards the back of the room, "Shoot!"

Carlos looked back as well and furrowed his brows in confusion. The sun must have been going down. It was hard to tell on the Isle of the Lost due to all the clouds, but the sky would turn a dreary, muggy, pinkish-orange color around sunset.

"What," he turned back to look at you, but you were already tying the plastic bag back up and stashing it back in the desk before quickly tossing your half of the food in his lap.

"I have to go, or my dad's gonna kill me!"

Wait so you did have you parents?

"Your dad?" He sounded confused. He thought you lived by yourself, he thought this was your home.

"It is my home."

Oh, did he say that outloud?

"My home away from home." You dragged the plywood back onto the desk to keep your stash of food hidden, " if it were up to my dad, I would never leave our home."

You patted off your clothes before making a beeline for the entrance to your little den.

"Wait!" Carlos staggered to his feet, almost dropping the cheese and bread as he stood and by the time he got his bearings he could hear you making your way quickly down the stairs, "Hold on!"

He ran for the doorway, food still in his arms, "What about your half?!" By the time he got to a point on the steps where he could see you, you were half way across the warehouse.

"Keep it!" You called without looking back. You could hear the squeaking of shoes with crappy grips accompanied by the rattling of metal mesh as Carlos tried his best to catch up to you, "Hey!"

You stopped when you were at the entrance to the warehouse and turned to look back at the boy, "What?"

"C-could I maybe stay here a while?" He looked down at the ground, glancing up at you for a brief second before returning his gaze to the cement floor - like he was ashamed of asking, "I'm worried those guys might be waiting for me on my route home."

"Sure!"

He quickly looked up at you, slightly gobsmacked. You nodded and smiled, opening the sliding door, exiting the building, and then closing it behind you before you headed home.

Once you were sure you were out of earshot you let out a giddy giggle, happy you may have made a new friend.