Sons Of Chaos [Stray Kids Fanfiction]

IX

Jeongin held onto Arachme's hands in a rush. His eyes grew glossy as he tried not to sob.

"Please..." he begged.

Arachme could feel her heart squeezing in her chest. A certain bad feeling growing at the pit of her stomach.

She squeezed his hands before pulling him along.

Halls of stone and bone extended into long tunnels lit by dim sunlight. Jeongin focused on the small openings, a blue sky catching his eye.

Arachme pushed a door open. The heavy rattle creeping up Jeongin's spine the screeching against the floor got louder.

The ran into a set of stairs. Each step missing a piece or its entirety. Jeongin swallowed as he saw droplets of water fall into the stone.

Arachme turned to him.

"Be strong" She whispered. "This power can be a blessing. Just take it in doses."

She pulled the boy up the stairs, the water slowing down its fall as he passed through. Space grew smaller and smaller as the beating of his heart flowed through their ears.

"Where are we going?" Jeongin dares ask.

"Athena," She said as she crouched.

The small space made Jeongin's breath catch in his throat. He froze. Arachme looked back as the boy stood there with big eyes.

"Would you allow me?" She asked as smoke came out her hands.

Jeongin frowned.

She mumbled soft words as his body relaxed. The hall seemed to grow as he crouched. His heart came back to a normal beat as he neared the witch.

A soft smile spread across her cheeks as she took his hand.

"We'll be there soon," she said as the turned towards a body of water.

The children walked along the border between the Underworld and Greece. A soft breeze faced their faces. The blood on Minho's clothes had faded away from the waves that struck against them constantly.

Felix cursed under his breath as he pulled a seaweed from his hair.

"What happened to the ocean?" Seungmin asked carefully as he walked next to Jisung.

"Poseidon didn't seal the deal so the moon pulls on it more," Jisung said. "Or so I have been told"

"Changbin?" Chan suddenly called out.

The younger boy hummed in response.

"Is Arachme from the Underworld?" He asked, taking all of them by surprise.

Woojin paused as he looked at the child. He had a valid point to prove.

"That soul is impossible to create down at my father's land" He answered. "The power feels darker"

Felix scoffed as he heard them talk.

"She's probably from the coven of the four" Woojin tried to reason. "The women that stopped the storm of Swords"

They kept the conversation as the ground opened. Changbin held out his sword. His hands shaking in pure dread. Was he really ready to see his father corpse?

He imposed the ground as a heart-wrenching scream erupted from its depths. Changbin flinched slightly. A soul pried its hands out in an oil-like completion.

"Something is wrong" he said looking up. "This is not how souls look"

Woojin came closer as Chan's throat closed up. The same oil used to destroy the memory is the Gods.