[... his mind freezes immediately. Pain dull and pounding slipping through his psyche. A cry for aide that isn't his own echoing in his very soul. He's felt this way once before, in a dream when he went through a burning building and got close. Far too close. When he thought he could foolishly hide ---- that his will was any match for Him.

It's dull and keening and begging in it's intent, but it is so foreign and thrashing in its madness to save itself that it roots him in the spot. His limbs don't respond to his commands. His powers out of reach as the voice howls in his mind.

It feels very reminiscent of the fear vision he had, too. Your body being no longer your own. A puppet of someone else's. It won't be a simple matter to shake it off, but ....

Why would he be Tempered in Hades' ideal world? He knows instinctively it was not from the fear vision.

Why, indeed.]