The Man With The Red Scarf

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by gentianwangji

by gentianwangji

(A/N I wrote this when I was 10? Maybe 11? Idk but I gave it to my secondary school as a reference for what my writing level was at.

Yes I reference percy jackson in this. Also yes I let my hidden gay show through this.

Suicide warning, I guess)

I was dead.

At least, that's what I had been told.

I looked around me, my eyes drawn to the golden masks of unknown beings glinting in the darkness. Two figures were hidden in the shadows ahead of me. The air around me was cold and stung my lungs with each breath. My hairs stood on end and my heart drummed against my chest, as if it wanted to escape.

I stepped into the one small sliver of silver moonlight. Instantly, a sharp pain bolted up my spine, and I doubled over from the sudden feeling. I looked down at my feet, and my heart skipped a beat. Shimmering under a thin layer of smoky mist was a skeletal foot. I lifted my hands and saw that they, too, were incased in the mist. Every move I made was smoky and indistinct.

I was no longer human.

Looking up at the two figures, I stammered, "W-what....... where am I?" Still in shock from my sudden transformation, I watched them step forward. One of them sneered. Upon his head sat what looked like an Ancient Greek war helm, though it was hard to tell from its constantly shifting shape. He wore pure black Greek armour over dark robes. His chisled face was handsome but cruel. 'Hades' I thought, 'the Greek God of the underworld.

I switched my attention to the other man. My breath caught in my chest. Long, perfectly trimmed black wings sprouted from his back. His skin was perfectly tanned. A long, flowing obsidian cloak was draped over a midnight, Greek style tunic. His face had an androgynous beauty and his loose, dark brown hair tumbled over his shoulders like waves of dark chocolate. I got lost in the sea of his pooling inky eyes. A small dusting of shadowy freckles covered his nose.

I was snapped out of my trance by Hades coughing loudly. Looking me up and down with his intense, cold eyes, he spoke in a deep voice. "During your life, you killed your parents in an accidental car crash, and felt no guilt for years after. Eventually, though, that feeling crept up on you, until you committed suicide by hanging yourself in your own bedroom. You left no note, and had no friends or family to stop you. Traditionally, you should be given an eternal punishment for patricide, however, I'm feeling slightly mischievous for once."

His eyes glinted with cruel delight.

"Let your punishment begin."

(A/N sup. That took to long to write on here lol)