A/N So it's been awhile since I last posted any stories on here so I found this new story in my documents that I wrote ages ago that I've been meaning to post but haven't got around to it. This is my own take on season 5 you might see little bits off the episodes in the chapter but other than that it will be my own ideas with Greek mythology thrown in. Plus I've added a couple of the characters from the Disney Hercules film. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
The cold wind blew through the open holes in the wall and whistled around the tower. A dark cloaked figure stood in the middle of the dimly lit room with their hands wrapped around a large crystal ball rose up on a stone column.
The person whispered and chanted keeping their one eye on the cloudy images swirling inside the ball. A loud crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightening and the doors to the tower flew open revealing a man.
"This better be good". He sighed walking into the room and stopping beside the figure still keeping his distance.
"I have seen great things". The man averted his eyes from the shimmering ball and looked towards the centuries-old witch trying not to cringe. The years had certainly not been kind to her from the thin layer of wriggled haggard skin of her bony body to the single red eye on her forehead.
"Yes it's always the same thing, you see something but it's never to my benefit". She shook her head and dropped one of her bony hands placing an almost skeleton-like finger on the crystal ball as an image appeared.
"The ball never lies". She smiled showing off her broken and decayed teeth as she tapped the glass. "These people will help you gain what is rightfully yours and in the process, you will be set free to walk among the living once again". The god gasped and took a step closer to the ball watching as the images changed.
"Somebody has arrived that they hold very dear". She waved her hand across the glass revealing one of the many holding cells, laid out on the stone floor was a body.
"It seems like I have some work to do". He clapped his hands together and whirled around to face the doors.
"It will not be easy". The witch closed her one eye and began to chant loudly placing both of her hands on the ball. "The love of another will help your heart begin to heal". He shook his head in disgust at the thought of love; it was a form of weakness.
Hades hadn't felt the love of somebody else in so many years now, not since his own brother betrayed him. He was about to question the witch but when he turned back around she had disappeared. Hades clenched his fist feeling the anger slowly rising to the surface, causing his hair to turn to flames.
"PAIN! PANIC!" He shouted while marching through the door into the long corridor. The candles on the wall began to flicker as the wind swept through the building and the rain began to fall. Hades frowned wondering where his two servants were this time.
They really knew how to test his patience these days. He moved swiftly down the corridor and stopped near one of the doors leading off towards his holding cells. A placed used for newcomers to the underworld who had their fates yet to be decided. Hades pulled the heavy door open and proceed down the stairs feeling the need to start the day of with a bit of torturing.
He was eager to know more about this man who had just arrived. Hades lifted his hand and waved it through the air instantly lighting all the candles on the wall. The sound of loud blood-curdling screams filled the air from behind the different doors as he passed by.
Hades smiled and stopped in front of the last door waving his hand to unlock it and save time. He rubbed his hands together and stepped forward the magic buzzing in anticipation. The door slowly creaked open revealing a broken and bloody body. Hades walked further into the room closing the door behind him ready to begin. He waved his hand over the body and counted to three on his other hand. A loud painful gasp echoed around the room and the man quickly sat upright.