It seemed like a normal day for Sven. The trees were dying, the ghosts were wailing and he was playing with his pet hellhound leroy.
He was fifteen or, at least he thought so. There is no real way to tell time in tartarus. He was wearing what he usually wore : a black tee, shorts, a vest, and some black socks with hiking boots. His clothes were all torn up from playing with a mastiff the size of a tank except for his vest. He didn't have any scratches on him from the claws, but he never really got hurt.
He started to head into his home with leroy tailing him close behind. Sven lived in a castle made of obsidian and lived there since he was young when his dad dropped him off and left him there. What a jerk he would always think. He was completely alone except for his loyal, friendly dog leroy and the ghosts that took care of him since he was a toddler.
"I'm home." he called out to all the ghosts in the house. Three white, transparent figures came to welcome him home. The first figure that had appeared he called santos. He was wearing a dark trench coat, slacks, loafers, and a captains hat. He seemed to of had somewhat dark skin when he was among the living. He had glowing, green eyes and a sly smile like he knew something the rest of us didn't. He had been like a father to me since i was young and was always able to cheer me up when I was down. So in my book he was just plain awesome.
He says to me "Hey sven enjoy a day in this paradise?"
I reply "Sure paradise, if you call wailing ghosts and dying trees paradise."
"Well to the monsters it is paradise."
"Dude."
"Ok ok i know, shut up santos."
" Hey what is for dinner?"
"well" he replied "The frightened screams of mortals."
"I meant for me."
" Well i was thinking Santos's tomato de pasta."
"That would be awesome!"
He understood it was only spaghetti, but you have not lived or unlived until you have tasted his spaghetti. It was like the best place in the world times ten but for your mouth.
"Thanks santos"
"Anytime."
He pushed his face into his coat and disappeared into the kitchen.
As he was walking to his room, he was called to attention by achilles. Achilles is a tall guy who is my battle trainer. He wears a leather tunic will a sword strapped to his side. He has been my personal battle trainer since i was six. He was never fatherly to me as santos but i know he cares for me in his own way. Also you should know this is the Achilles from legend. "Where are you headed?" he says to me.
I reply " To my room to read or watch tv or something similar that is relaxing."
"Not yet you won't, you still need to work on the power of your thrust."
"Achilles, I have the power I just don't want to hurt anyone unnessisarilly."
" You can't hurt anyone anyways, we are all ghosts that i once again have to remind you."
"Fine lets get this over with."
We walk to the battle training room which is just like a gym only with sharp pointy objects.
I tap one of the three amulets on my neck one a sword, one a lance, and one a shield. The necklace that i had was the only gift from my father and no matter how many times they blow up, catch fire, loose them, etc. they always come back in amulet for around my neck again. They seem to never break however. I tap the sword amulet and a sword with sharp edges just by thinking of it. I had named the sword Spiritus Ignis. It means ghost flame in latin.