With Zeus' death, Samira and Hades continue to rule the Underworld, as well as their new kingdom by default. But how easy can that be with the council still lurking by as threats?
Or, when someone unexpectedly returns with a strong personal vendett...
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I stumble my way to the door, catching sight of my fathers silhouette creeping away out of the corner of my eye.
In my drunken state, the fear I would've easily felt by now had vanished and was replaced with curiosity.
"Dad? Where are you going?" I slump onto the elevator doors, waiting for a ping before clumsily running towards the complex entrance.
He walks out, turning a slight corner before disappearing.
I stumble after him, sobering up a little as I bask in my confusion.
I must've been seeing things.
"Sammy..."
I whip my head towards the right, seeing him wave at me.
Or not.
"Hey! Dad, wait!" Jogging down the street, I attempt to catch up to him. But it was like a dream...
The closer I thought I had become, the further he truly was. It was as if I was running through quicksand, but also on pavement.
"Slow down!" I huff, placing my hands on my knees as I pause to take a quick breath before following.
Roughly twenty minutes later, playing a game of cat and mouse, I begin to recognize the street I was on.
Chalk lined the sidewalks, remnants of hopscotch and amateurish drawing taking their respectful place on the cobbled ground.
I chuckle lightly to myself, reminiscing on a time where everything was simpler.
I glance up, noticing that my father had stopped in front of my old home. I was a bit sober now, but not enough to decipher what was occurring at the moment.
