Death's Promise
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Fooling the gods and every other supernatural being on the planet shouldn't be too difficult... right?
Well it wasn't... at first. But then I got caught in the eyes of none other than Hades himself. He gave a new meaning to the words, " 'Death' glare."
I lost everyone. No friends, family, or belongings. I was isolated with Death, and forced to travel to my favorite place, Hell.
I wasn't scared though, I'd been here before. In the stories my mother told me as a child.
I mean why should I be scared? The throne was reserved just for me, baby.
(Edited!!)
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