The Artist and the Angel(A Poth story)

Chapter 50: The Underworld

Palette's POV

"Paint-boy! Come here!"A voice shouts

"Yes, Sir!"I say, quickly running as quick as I could

The chains and shackles on my ankles and wrists clink as I run through the dark lands around me. I move as quick as I can so I don't disappoint the voice who calls. He is very powerful and not that happy telling by his tone.

"Gades, he has a name! Be nice to the boy!"A nicer voice shouts

Gades smiles once I reach him, seeming to ignore the other voice for the moment. I see my seat set up already with a canvas and paints set up. This becoming routine by now, I take my seat. I curiously glance around to see what I may be painting now. I see a table with a feast that had clearly-poisoned foods or beverages in twinkling goblets. Two strangers sit in a pair of chairs, looking terrified as snakes hold them in their seats. Gades snaps his fingers and dark spirits and demons gather with bright yellow eyes, their fangs shining as they grin. Delecto, Meguerno, and Listiphone, three furies were among the group.

"You shall paint the punishment of Tesues and Prithidous to serve as a reminder to all who dare to test me."Gades says with a nod

I look at the two trapped to their seats as their faces go pale. What could they have done to recieve this doomful fate? With the nod, the furies and spirits pounce on their prey, attacking and tearing the two apart in their seats as the victims shriek out in horrorfic pain. Gades laughs at their misery.

"This'll teach them not to try to steal my husband again. Get painting."He says

I nod, painting to the best of my ability. I take careful detail with it in order to please him but try to be quick with this so I can get away from what I cannot stop. I don't want to be a witness to a torturous death. I finish the last few details and hand it to him. Then he drags me away with a grin. Their screams and the sight of that table fades away. Then a bright light shines up ahead as an oasis of bright flowers in the dark land come into sight instead.

"Palette!"The nicer voice cheers

I get tackled into a hug and smile, feeling warmth and safer once more. I gaze up to meet eyes with Peaco, Gades' sweet husband. While Gades rules as the God of the Underworld and Death, Peaco brings a more optimistic perspective and charm to his realm, bringing life into this empty wasteland. He squeezes me closer to him, smiling like a ray of sunshine. He has been the one keeping Gades in line, protecting me from his....unstable temper lately. Gades found me among a group that I didn't know, yet he knew them as souls that had wronged him. If it weren't for the fact that I could paint and that pleased Peaco, who wanted stuff to brighten up the dreary place, I would've been killed. But instead, I serve them as an artists, though chained by Gades so I don't try anything.

"What has Gades have you do now? Has he harmed you? He's supposed to be showing some soul and care for you."He asks

"HEY!"Gades snaps

"The poor boy is shaking! And you're horrible when angry! I just want to make sure you aren't hurting or traumatizing the poor boy with your land of horrors! You know as well as I do that some things here aren't for young ones to see!"He snaps back

Gades frowns, the flames raising and swirling on his head.

"But Peaco dear, there's just this teenie weenie little thing about this-"

*Whoosh*

"Yea, your hair is out again so calm down already."He says with a shake of his head

Gades marches away to fix his hair and Peaco smiles at me.

"Are you alright?"He asks

I hesitantly nod, knowing that if I say anything about what Gades did that I am doomed.