Marlos

Going To The Underworld

Hades strode through the swirling mists of the Underworld, his fiery aura illuminating the gloomy landscape. His expression was grim, his brow furrowed with a mixture of anger and concern. He had received a disturbing message, a plea for help from the very villains he had imprisoned.

He reached the obsidian gates of the maximum-security cell where Maleficent, Jafar, and the Evil Queen were held captive. The guards, skeletal warriors with glowing blue eyes, snapped to attention as he approached.

"Open the gates," Hades commanded, his voice booming through the cavernous space.

The gates creaked open, revealing the dimly lit cell. Maleficent, her once-imposing figure now slumped with defeat, sat chained to the wall, her eyes burning with resentment. Jafar, his arrogance replaced with a simmering rage, paced restlessly within the confines of his cage. The Evil Queen, her beauty marred by a mask of bitterness, glared at Hades with undisguised hatred.

"Well, well, well," Hades sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "To what do I owe the displeasure of this... summons?"

Maleficent rose to her feet, her chains rattling ominously. "We need your help, Hades," she hissed, her voice laced with a desperate urgency that surprised him.

Hades raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "My help?" he scoffed. "The very villains who betrayed me now seek my assistance?"

"We had no choice," Jafar interjected, his voice laced with a grudging respect. "There's a new power rising, Hades, a darkness that threatens to consume us all."

The Evil Queen stepped forward, her eyes narrowed. "This is no trifling matter, Hades," she warned. "This entity... it's unlike anything we've ever encountered."

Hades felt a flicker of unease. He had ruled the Underworld for millennia, and he had never encountered a threat that could shake the foundations of his domain. If these villains, with their combined power and experience, were truly afraid, then this new entity must be formidable indeed.

"Tell me more," he commanded, his curiosity piqued.

The villains exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. Maleficent stepped forward, her voice low and urgent, as she began to describe the chilling vision that had haunted their dreams, a vision of a world consumed by darkness, a world where even the Underworld would crumble before the might of this new evil.

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Hades, his brow furrowed with concern and a flicker of fear in his fiery eyes, stepped through a swirling blue portal that deposited him onto the pristine grounds of Auradon Prep. He had never been fond of Auradon, with its saccharine sweetness and blindingly bright colors, but the urgency of the situation overshadowed his distaste.

He scanned the courtyard, his gaze sweeping over the manicured lawns and cheerful students. He spotted Mal and her friends huddled together near the fountain, their faces etched with worry. He strode towards them, his long strides eating up the distance.

"Mal!" he boomed, his voice carrying across the courtyard.

Mal, startled by the familiar voice, turned to see her father approaching. Her eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of apprehension and relief flooding her features.

"Dad?" she exclaimed, rushing towards him. "What are you doing here?"

Hades, his expression grave, wasted no time with pleasantries. "We have a problem," he announced, his voice low and urgent.

The group exchanged worried glances, their earlier conversation about Carlos's vision still fresh in their minds.

"What is it?" Carlos asked, his voice laced with apprehension.