Aestivus

Prologue

Waking up in literal hell was terrible, and if he could Edward would have rated it half a star. The ground was made of jagged glass shards, with grasslike pieces seemingly growing out of the ground. He snapped a few pieces off and wrapped them in a small piece of spare cloth. The river of fire Phlegethon seemed to be made of liquefied sulphur, the smell of rotten eggs filling the air as the river burns a brilliant blue.

An orange corn snake poked out of his bag and flickered her tongue at him. "Why we stopping?" Snekspeare hissed at him while climbing up to his shoulders. "Fire hot." She complained, trying to slide into the back of his armour.

The rest of the area was basically freezing cold, so Ed struggled to walk along the Goldilocks Zone. But they're literally in the landfill of the gods, so he didn't expect much.

A charred temple stood close to the river, partly eroded by acidic fumes, but the structure continues to shine. A man stood in the doorway as if expecting his arrival. However, Edward knows too clearly that this was nothing more than a projection.

Still, it was all Asclepius could do, to give him a chance to fight against The Fates themselves. A gateway to another world, hoping that without the interference of the fates the curses could be lifted, and perhaps on his journey to rediscover himself he will be able to help another in a similar situation.

But first, he has to remember who he used to be...