Whispers Of The Underworld

💀🌹Chapter 10🌹💀

Hades and Nyx met in the dim light of the Underworld, shadows dancing around them as they discussed the final details of their plan. Nyx, her long black hair flowing like a river of night, stood with a serene yet powerful presence.

"We need to make this as believable as possible," Hades said, his voice a mixture of determination and concern. "Andre's life depends on it."

Nyx nodded, her eyes glowing with an ethereal light. She extended her hands, and within moments, a perfect clone of Andre began to form. The clone had a dead appearance, pale and lifeless, yet it resembled Andre in every detail. To complete the illusion, a deep gash appeared on the clone's throat, blood trickling down its neck.

The thought of seeing the clone made Hades frown deeply. Despite knowing it was merely an illusion, the sight of the lifeless form resembling Andre struck a chord of fear deep within him. It seemed too real, too possible. The thought of Andre actually dying filled him with a terror he hadn't felt in centuries. The fear gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the stakes they were playing for.

Shaking off the dread, Hades focused on the task at hand. He couldn't afford to falter now. Andre's life depended on him.

"This should suffice," Nyx said, her voice soft but firm. "It will convince Zeus that Andre has taken his own life."

Hades gazed at the clone, a mix of sorrow and resolve in his eyes. "Thank you, Nyx. We must act swiftly."

Hades then called for Hermes, who appeared instantly.

"Hermes, I need you to go to Artemis," Hades instructed. "Tell her that the plan is in motion. Be discreet. Zeus must not know."

Hermes nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I will be careful," he promised before vanishing in a blur.

Nyx handed the clone to Hades, her touch leaving a faint trail of shimmering darkness. "I will create the distraction as planned," she said. "Be ready."

With a final nod, Nyx departed for Mount Olympus, her form melding seamlessly with the night.

Hades cradled the lifeless clone, determination burning in his eyes. He moved swiftly through the shadows, heading towards Mount Olympus. Meanwhile, Nyx positioned herself, waiting for the signal.

Poseidon, Athena, Hestia, and Demeter approached Zeus, their faces etched with concern. "Zeus," Poseidon began, his voice grave, "shadow souls are spreading. They are heading towards the palace."

Zeus' face twisted with rage, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "What? How dare they!" He grabbed his lightning bolt, his knuckles white with fury. "Where are these shadow souls coming from?"

Athena stepped forward, her expression serious. "They emerged from the depths of Tartarus. They seem to be targeting the palace specifically."

Zeus' eyes blazed with anger, his rage palpable. "I will crush them!" he bellowed, the sound echoing through the halls of Mount Olympus.

As Zeus stormed off to confront the shadow souls, his thunderous footsteps reverberating, Nyx conjured the shadow souls to create the distraction they needed. The shadow souls, ethereal and menacing, drifted through the palace grounds, their forms a dark, shifting mist. They moved with purpose, their hollow eyes set on the palace, creating an eerie and ominous atmosphere.

Zeus charged towards them, lightning crackling around him. The shadow souls hissed and swirled, their presence darkening the sky above. As Zeus approached, he unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts, the air crackling with energy.

Meanwhile, Hades moved swiftly through the palace corridors. His heart pounded with urgency, the fear of failure gnawing at him. Reaching Andre's room, he gently placed the clone in the bed. The sight of the slit throat made him wince. It was a gruesome touch, but necessary to convince Zeus that Andre had taken his own life.