Whispers Of The Underworld

💀🌹Chapter 3🌹💀

Hades descended into the Underworld, the weight of his frustration and worry heavy on his shoulders. The familiar, somber atmosphere of his realm enveloped him, providing a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of Mount Olympus. He walked through the grand, dark halls, his mind racing with thoughts of Andre.

Eventually, he reached his private chambers. The room was vast and elegantly austere, its walls made of dark obsidian that reflected the faint glow of the ethereal blue flames that lined the perimeter. The ceiling was high, adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the history of the Underworld. A massive bed draped in black velvet and silken sheets sat against one wall, its presence commanding yet inviting. Opposite the bed was a stone fireplace, its fire casting flickering shadows across the room. Shelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes and artifacts from eras long past.

Hades moved to the bed and sat down, the weight of the day's events pressing down on him. He buried his face in his hands, his mind churning with possible ways to help Andre.

"I can't let this go on. Andre doesn't deserve this. Maybe I could... fake his death? Make it look like he perished in some tragic accident? But that would be risky. Zeus would surely see through it."

He stood up and paced the room, his thoughts racing. "Or perhaps... I could find a way to bring him here. The Underworld would be safer for him, away from Zeus' cruelty. But how? I can't just take him without causing an uproar."

Hades stopped and leaned against the fireplace, staring into the flames. "Andre... I understand what it's like to be an outsider. To feel like you don't belong. I've felt that way for centuries. But I won't let Zeus break you. I promise."

Meanwhile, back on Mount Olympus, Andre was in Zeus' chambers. The opulent room, with its golden walls and lavish furnishings, felt more like a prison than a palace. Zeus loomed over him, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Please, my lord... I beg you, stop."

Zeus ignored his pleas, his actions growing more forceful and aggressive. Andre's cries of pain echoed through the chamber, but they fell on deaf ears. Zeus reveled in his power, taking perverse pleasure in Andre's suffering.

"P-Please!"

Zeus laughed, a cold, heartless sound. "Silence, mortal. You will serve me as I see fit. Your pain is irrelevant. Your pain is my pleasure! You belong to ME! You are my plaything!"

Andre's vision blurred with tears, his body wracked with pain and humiliation. Every touch from Zeus was like fire on his skin, burning and searing into his very soul. His muscles screamed in agony, every movement sending waves of excruciating pain through his body. He felt utterly powerless, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

Zeus' grip tightened, his nails digging into Andre's flesh, leaving deep, angry marks. Andre's cries grew louder, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please... I can't take it... it hurts so much..."

Zeus showed no mercy, his actions becoming more brutal with each passing moment. Andre's body convulsed with pain, his mind barely able to comprehend the torment he was enduring. Every fiber of his being ached, his spirit breaking under the relentless assault.

As Zeus continued his cruel domination, Andre's strength began to wane. His pleas for mercy turned into silent sobs, his body trembling uncontrollably. The pain was all-consuming, leaving him feeling hollow and shattered.

When Zeus finally finished, he callously threw Andre out of his room, leaving him naked and broken on the cold marble floor. Andre's body was covered in bruises and scratches, his spirit shattered by the god's cruelty.

Apollo and Artemis, who had been nearby, saw the aftermath of Zeus' cruelty. They exchanged a horrified glance before rushing over to help the battered mortal.

"Andre! By the gods, what has he done to you?" Apollo ran over to him.

Apollo knelt beside Andre, his hands glowing with healing light as he began to assess the extent of Andre's injuries. Artemis draped a cloak over Andre's trembling form, her eyes filled with anger and compassion.

"We need to get him out of here. He can't stay in this state." Artemis frowned.

Apollo nodded, carefully lifting Andre into his arms. "We'll take him to our chambers. He needs rest and healing."

They quickly made their way to their shared quarters, a tranquil sanctuary filled with soft light and the scent of wildflowers. Gently, they laid Andre down on a bed draped with soft linens. Apollo continued to work his healing magic, his touch soothing and gentle.

"Andre, can you hear me? You're safe now. We won't let anything happen to you." Apollo cupped his face.

Andre's eyes fluttered open, filled with pain and confusion. His voice was barely a whisper. "I... I can't... it hurts so much..."

"Shh, rest now. Apollo will heal you. You're safe with us."

Artemis sat beside him, holding his hand as Apollo's magic continued to mend his wounds. The bruises slowly faded, and the cuts began to close. But the emotional scars were still raw and bleeding.

Andre's voice trembled, "Why... did he.... do this to me...?

"Because he is cruel and heartless. But you don't have to worry about him anymore. We will protect you."

Artemis nodded, her eyes fierce. "You are under our protection now. Zeus won't harm you again."

Andre closed his eyes, tears slipping down his cheeks. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt a glimmer of hope. He was not alone. Apollo and Artemis would stand by him, and perhaps, with their help, he could find the strength to face whatever came next.