Lucifer King

Fear and Danger

"So where are you? I've been callin' you. I'm missin' you." - Runnin', Naughty Boy ft Beyonce and Arrow Benjamin

※ Eliana's POV ※

As Hades walked through Hell with me on his shoulders, screams of pain and yells of despair could be heard from every cell we passed. A million cages could be seen, the one next to the other. All of the cages had the same heated orange bars on them, giving a slow glow to our surroundings. 

I didn't really know what creatures were hiding in the shadows of every cell but I was pretty sure they weren't only human. Animalistic growls and groans, cynical laughter, and rough voices sounded all around me. 

As I was being carried, I didn't even try fighting Hades, for the obvious reasons. 

He's the Lord of the Underworld. Do I need to say more?

But also I was extremely tired and I realized that it was useless to resist, because I was too weak here. The heat emitting from every single thing in this place, the dry atmosphere, my open wounds, and the scratches that covered my whole body were tiring me out more and more each passing second.

I have to do something to get out of here, and away from him, I thought to myself as I watch the ground underneath me move.

Call Lucifer, my subconscious spoke up again.

No.

What if I repeat the word Christo? It seemed to hurt him. 

It doesn't hurt that bad. It's just a stinging sensation. But you can try, go ahead, my subconscious mocked me and snorted. 

"Christo" I whispered slightly, trying it. Hades' grip on my waist tightened suddenly and he stopped working. I felt my body being pulled backward and in a second, he had me in front of him, holding me by my waist with both hands like I was a child and he was scolding me. 

"Are you stupid?" He asked with an annoyed tone laced in his voice. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and tried to think of a way to escape his grip. 

I raised both my legs and pressed my feet down on his stomach, pushing back with all my power. I screamed unconsciously as I kicked him hard. 

I stopped and looked at him, who was staring at me like I was the dumbest thing in the world. 

Think, Eli!

I yelled "Christo" again and I kicked at the same time, forcing him to flinch and let me go. My body flew backward and from all the body parts that I could have landed on, I, of course, landed on my head. 

 My head hit the ground harshly and I could swear that I heard Hell's bells ringing inside my mind. A groan escaped my lips as pain rushed through my head, my hands quickly palming my skull. 

I felt the hot liquid on my palms and I groaned again, mentally slapping me for my stupidness. I retrieved my hands and looked down at them. Apparently, I had four hands and about 40 fingers. All I saw was blurred bloodied fingers and black spots here and there.

"Fuck" I heard Hade's faint voice and I looked up at him, as the spots grew and invaded my vision. My head was ringing loudly as I tried to recall the number of times I hit my head and didn't crack my skull in the last 24 hours. 

I looked down at my bloody fingers again and started counting.

"1...2...10...23" I whispered to myself, sticking out a finger at a time. 

What are you doing?, my subconscious asked me dumbfounded, but her voice was blurred out.

"Don't pass out." I heard his voice again and I felt my body being lifted from the heated rocks. Hades held me up by the waist as I looked up at his face. "If they smell fresh blood, you're done" He whispered more to himself.