Im still here... { Jelsa }

Making deals of a life time chap 22

Hades Pov:

"you mean to say, there is a spirit who has been non collected!?" I yell with furry.

"I think manny is going to be collecting her." my minion spoke.

"Manny collects on the day they die. Not two weeks later!" I yell, kicking my minion down the stairs.

"heaven hasn't collect her, hell hasn't collected her. That means she goes to the under world." I say, rubbing at my temples.

"and who takes her to the underworld?" I ask, rhetorically.

"Is that a trick question? Are we meant to answer?" My other minion asks the one now climbing back up the stairs from my kick.

They are both pathetic.

"we collect them?" Said the dumb one.

"YES YOU IDIOT! WHY DDIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT HER AND HER LOCATION!?" I yell, with out even touching them, they both tumble down the stairs, from my high mighty thrown.

after ten minuets my minions hesitantly come back, with there feet twisted.

"Master Hades?" He asks, bowing.

"YES?" I ask, rubbing at my temple again.

"Do you have information on the girl yet?" I ask.

"Er-,.. No.." He says, twiddling his thumbs.

This in fires me with range, that I explode in a fire ball.

My minions shake, gulp and add,
"You,.. Um have some guest.."

I look at him with a stern face, swiping my hair back, ( yes, my hair is blue flames)
"Why didn't you tell me before hand."

They both freeze, paralysed.

"Who is it?" Not many come to the underworld, only if they are dead.

"I-I don't know, some boy," my one minion speaks, biting his tail.

"he gave no name, sir, er, mr, he looks like a normal mortal, a young one." said the other minion, the fat one.

"What on the under world is a boy doing here?" I question.

matter fact, why? Or how? he's mortal, so how did he get here? And dose he not fear death? This is the lands of the dead.

"bring him in." I finish off, waving my hand a round, gesturing them to get on with it.

(A/n: get it? You know the phrase "what on earth" but there in the under world so,..)

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Pitch Pov:

"Come on, we have some one to
Visit." I speak to my creatures created by black sand, with a smirk.

Creating a portal, with dark magic, me and my trusted shadows walk threw.

"The easy way, or the hard way, Hans." I speak to my self.

We finally approach Hans 'habitat', leaving behind the portal, that turns to dust and sand, laying on the floor useless.

Slipping threw the bars with ease, I Light the dark cell with a white flame, which has harsh light, that projects my shadows.

Hans, lays a sleep, shivering in his dingy prison. He looks so vulnerable, so.. Pathetic.

My large black stallion, made of sand, leans over Hans, breathing out large Heaps of steam. This beast could easily kill him. The horse gets close to hans face, inspecting him. As if he was prey.
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Hans wakes up to the breaths on his face, and the hot steam with it. To see a large black horse, with an intimidating aura. He was huge, muscly, and had eyes that looked of a predator. He was far to close to Hans for his likening, with the horse eyes piercing into his.

Hans got up, only for his chest to bump the stallions, earning a growl from the beast. Hans charged backwards, hitting against the bars.
He hitted the bars with so much momentum, that it erupted a loud noise. Surprisingly it didn't awake the guards or Hans 'neighbours'.

Yet still Hans heart beat frantically.

The stallion slowly walked to wards Hans, it's figure blocking off the harsh lighting. His eyes focused on Hans with rage. The stallion was very close to Hans now, inches away.

Hans didn't know what to do, inside he was panicking. He felt so much fear.
Just as the Stallion and Hans where close enough to touch, and Hans was freaking out, the horse turned to Ashes of sand to the ground.
Hans curiously looked at it.
He was some what confused.

"Glad your awake Hans." Pitch said, collecting his sand with a flick of his hand. The sand which once formed the silky and velvety black stallion.

He was one of Pitch's best creations, because he was more real, his texture change from the sand he was created from, and he seemly breathed oxygen.

Hans looked at pitch, he didn't know what to feel. Did pitch send that beast on him?

"It's six o'clock, my friend." Pitch speaks, getting intimidatingly closer like the stallion did.

When pitch was too close, that his nose was almost touching Hans, he whispered,
"Make your choice."

Hans tensed, pitch was back to his original placing, but the pressure of the choice was a little to much.

"If I join you, will you not hurt my family?" Secretly hans wanted his family hurt, deep, deep down, but this was he right thing to do.

"Oh I won't. No promises you won't though," Pitch said with a smirk.

Hans looks at him with his eyes brows raised.

"I Know you have a secret hate for them Hans. Your responsible for your self and your own actions, well not in this state. In this state your pathetic." pitch said.

"But if you join me willing, I'll let you have power, we can rule the world. You can get revenge." Pitch said, putting his left hand out.

"But, if you don't willing, then you will suffer, and I will use you with out your choice, and you will lose fall control over your body." Pitch says, putting out his right hand.

"Don't be stupid Hans, pick the smart one." Pitch finished with.

Hans went in to deep thought.
He made his choice.

"Pitch my choice is,..."