Have you ever woken up in the morning and seen a ghost sitting in your computer chair? Well I have and you want to know what the scary part is? No, not the ghost in my chair. The fact that a ghost in my chair didn't even top the 15 strangest things...
Hiya again, Did I get you guys hooked yet? This chapter unfortunately isn't quite as interesting, but you get a feel for Hades and a bit of a sneak peak into his insecurities. Insane, I know! A God having insecurities, what am I crazy. But I want to change Hades image, from his usually depicted evilness to... well, you guys decide for yourself. Hope you guys enjoy reading this chapter!
-Love Elle Moon
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As I looked around the room, I realized with amusement that the human world's depiction of the underworld was not far off from the truth of the matter. The one and only window in the room shows a volcanic wasteland similar to the atmosphere of the planet Venus. The ever present screams and cries could be heard through the glass. The cliffs and craters were orange, black and yellow pigments, separated by never ending cracks in every visible surface. At the bottom of the cliffs that cradled a valley were the reason for the screams and crying. The souls that were domed to the underworld swam in a cloud of gray mist that left them blind to their surroundings. Occasionally feeling another soul climb on top of them and push them to the bottom of the pile of soul, crushed and suffocating.
Although the only building found in the entire underworld is my home, a dark castle that looks rundown from the outside. The Castle is made from dark bricks ranging from black to gray. The floor in the room is a black tile and the walls are the same black and gray bricks. There are no pictures on the walls and there is almost no furniture, besides the throne at the back wall. The dark colors are a reminder of the hatred that I feel for forever having to stay in this dimension. I generally spend my days watching the red explosions of volcanic lava burst from the ground, while listening to the screams and cries of the souls.
I hardly ever feel alone in the large castle, though. I as the King of the underworld have the ability to see ghosts. Ghosts and souls are very different; souls are dead and have made peace with their lives whereas ghosts are dead but have not made peace with their lives and because of this they wander around aimlessly. Ghosts sometimes end up in the underworld, whereas other times they roam the human world. Most of the time I wish I were alone, I get sick of walking through them and feeling a chill run down my spine.
The loud banding of the tall doors alerts me to the entrance of one of my demons, but I do not jump for I have lost my sense of surprise years ago. Cerberus, my three headed dog, which generally lays at my feet jumps up and lets out an echo of menacing growls from all three heads. With my back still turned, signaling I am not afraid, I say, "With what news, do you interrupt me?"
"The oracle has taken over a prisoner," The heavily breathing guard exclaims. That perhaps was one of the few statements that would cause me to actually give a guard any attention at all. The oracles were the only link a God had to the future and it was rare they would tell a prophecy. The oracle does not have a form, but rather takes over the body of another and uses their voice to prophesize future events.
