Speaking To The Gods

I'm In Hell

I was terrified. What was Zeus gonna do to us? I was more scared for Poseidon than I was for myself. Zeus expected this from me, but he never saw it coming from his brother.

"I gotta say, this is more fun than going after Damara myself. Seeing the fact that my brothers are both infatuated with her. It'd be so easy, to turn you against each other. While I sit back and enjoy myself." Zeus smirked.

Poseidon didn't know what to say, there was nothing he could do, that was gonna fix this.

"Tell me brother, can Damara hear this conversation? I hope she can. It'll be the last time she has a real conversation for a while. But don't worry, you'll still be in her head. But you'll both be in hell. No chance at happiness." Zeus continued.

"No! I'll help you brother! I'll..do whatever you ask. Make her suffer. Not me. I can help you take care of Hades. He trusts me."

Poseidon replied.

Of course, Poseidon was lying. I knew that. This was all apart of an elaborate plan that I didn't quite understand, and Poseidon didn't either. But Athena was behind it, so it was our best option. Right?

"Fine. Kill Hades." Zeus started, then looked to his nymphs. "As for Damara, go get her please."

The same nymphs from last night, came and got me, and brought me to Zeus. He wore a sadistic smirk. I felt like he was staring right through me. It was an uncomfortable, and terrible feeling.

"Damara darling, how are you? Are you feeling alright? You look very pale." Zeus smirked.

He was right, I was pale, and sick. My heart sank into my stomach. I stayed silent. There was nothing I could say to him anyway, there was no point in trying. I was just waiting to be in my own personal Hell.

"Not that it matters how you're feeling. Because soon, you'll be feeling terrible. You know what Hell is like Damara?" Was all Zeus said, before snapping his fingers.

I was there. In Hell. Well, Zeus's version of it anyway. It all seemed normal at first, but then, I don't even know how to describe the pain I felt. And, to make matters worse, I'd expected Zeus to be doing the torture. But, since it was my Hell, the torture was done by someone I cared about, Zeus's version of them of course.

Someone I considered a friend.

Poseidon.