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" Ah, we're here at last!
Could it be?
The Underworld.
Together, forever,
Now, come to me"
-Sydney Gotham's Weird Lyrics Out of Nowhere.
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I stare at Jared, my eyes and mouth wide open.
The rational part of my brain tells me that it is no way possible. No way, that the God of the Underworld is here in my apartment, wearing my ex boyfriend's shirt and my dad's pants. Not to forget, my blue belt.
But the other part of my brain, the part that just witnessed a woman on a rainbow is telling me that it is possible. That the God of the Underworld is here, in my apartment.
Either all of this is very real, or Jared is worse than I thought.
"Sydney?" Jared asks, shaking me from my thoughts.
"So, let me get this straight. You're Hades. The Hades," I say.
"The one and only."
"Then tell me, why are you here? Shouldn't you be down there with the dead?" I ask pointing downwards.
He studies me for a moment and then says,"I was getting tired of staying in the Underworld for so long. It truly has been quite some time since I allowed myself to indulge in some activity other than 'partying with the dead'. So, when the opportunity presented itself before me, I took it. I'm on, as you people call it, vacation."
Vacation.
Well, it's not like he's going to get his salary cut or anything, so I guess he's allowed to take a day off.
"So, how long are you..vacationing?" I ask, my mind still wrapping around the fact that a Greek God is in my guest bedroom.
"I have no clue. But I don't think I can stay for long. The dead do need me, after all," he says.
"So, wait. Who's taking charge right now? We won't have some weird zombie apocalypse right?" I ask, my eyes widening at the thought.
"I'm sorry. Zombie? You people and your slang," he mutters and continues, "I have many people under me who are very much capable of taking care of things while I'm, gone. Contrary to what you think, I don't really have much of a job in the Underworld. All I have to do is make sure everything is right."
What's so right about the Underworld?
:But I don't get it. You're a Greek God. You must be centuries old. How do you manage to look like that?" I scrunch my nose. I fantasized about a VERY, VERY OLD man.
Ew.
"We're immortal, Sydney. The world may change around us, but we're still the same," he says, getting a sad look in his eyes.
"So, if you can roam about the Earth, that must mean all the other Gods must be too, right?" I ask. It just dawned on me that if this guy--er--God can roam around the city, then the others must have too.
What if I'd bumped into them by mistake? Or spilled coffee on their new tunics? What if I'd stepped on their toes? Gasp!
"But of course! It's only I, that hasn't set foot outside my realm in many, many years. But the others, frequent this realm from time to time. So, they know what's transpiring in the field of technology and they can adjust with the new inventions of modern men."
