Myth [h.s au]

Chapter 4

Hades had always been good at manipulating people. Being a trickster and the mischevious one out of the three main gods had always been his role, something he was known for. But despite of that, he never used his "talents" for evil.

At least not before he was forced to rule the Underworld and its darkness devoured him, shaped him into someone different.

But that is a story for some other time.

Speaking of manipulation and tricks, Selene was also quite exceptional at it. Not in the same way as Hades, she had her own methods and skills. The always calm and serene moon goddess was as dangerous as she was beautiful, but only when she had to be - or in this case, was forced to be.

Her round silver eyes were enough to captivate anyone, hiding something magical in them, but paired with her powers, you get a dangerous formula for disaster. Her silky silvery-white hair fell down her back, almost sheer white dress she was wearing catching everyone's attention in her proximity. She knew what she was doing to them and she knew it was working.

Her rosy lips only pulled in a serene smile when a dozen of Zeus' guards and loyalists fell down to their knees around her, completely dazed and with empty, sleepy looks.

And then, Selene stepped forward, with each step being closer to what Hades had desired the most: his freedom.

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The black hellhound was lying on the marble floor of Thalia's chambers, squealing a bit and absently lifting his tail up and down, hitting the floor over and over again, obviously in the need for fun. Despite his slightly terrifying appearance, Amon was like a small puppy, full of energy and playful.

"Aww, stop looking at me like that," Thalia whined as she observed the bored hound. "It's not my fault your master is too lazy to invest in some security cameras around here so you don't have to be stuck here with me."

The hellhound only slightly lifted his head and tilted it aside in confusion. When she stood up from her bed, he instantly shot up as well, his tail beginning to wag faster in anticipation.

Some sort of uneasiness had taken over her and she suddenly felt cold. Her palms rubbed the sides of her arms to produce some warmth, her heart starting to beat faster.

"Thalia."

Her body froze in place when she suddenly heard her name being called, eyebrows furrowing in alert. She realised the voice was coming from outside of her chambers and was, in a way, pulling her out of it.

"Thalia."

This time, her heart skipped a beat, quickening its pace. Thalia didn't notice the moment she stepped out of the chambers nor the moment she began to walk down the eery, dark corridor as if she knew where she was going. She couldn't decipher where the voice was coming from, beginning to turn around in fear. It was a mixture of a hushed and demanding tone of voice, but it also held something that made the hairs on her arms stick up, sending a shudder down her spine.

Amon squealed nervously behind her, trying to warn her not to go, but Thalia didn't listen. She couldn't. Unfortunately, Amon was not an aggressive nor a dominant hound, he had a submissive nature. So instead of stopping her, he only followed her.

As if something had taken over her, she began to follow the voice that kept repeating her name periodically. Thalia had no control over her actions, it was like someone had taken control over her body. She also had no coherent thoughts in her head, her only focus was the voice.

She didn't know how, but she found herself standing in front of a large cave, a pitch-black veil of darkness on its entrance. It was impossible to see what was inside, but the voice was definitely coming from there because it was much louder now. Despite being in the voice's control, she still felt terrified and tried to fight it off.