Disclaimed!
Rated M- (rating changed!)
Genre: Action/Adventure
Crossed with Greek Mythology
A/N: Hello everyone! I am here with another idea. It might work, it might not but I am in the need to WRITE! And sadly, my darling, my baby had to go visit the doctor because he-snif- has a virus… so I can't rightfully work on The Raven or Banished though I would like to. My original writing is suffering a lot to. Tisk, poor characters. They just have to torment me in my sleep! Anyway, this started out as a rant in the voice of Hades and it mutated into a labyrinth story. Tell me what you think. Should I work on it? Or… not? I'd appreciate it. Thank you! And enjoy.
Clash of the Titans
Prologue
When will those wasteful, ignorant, slothful mortals learn? There is absolutely no forgiveness, no redemption.
Cerberus paced, his heads bobbing in time and swayed with his steps.
Hades sighed and shifted in his throne, away from his dog. It has been four- no, five millennia since the tyrant sealed his kingdom-
Cerberus whined and sat suddenly, scratching one gigantic paw against one equally colossal ear. He groaned and collapsed with a sigh next to Styx.
Hades examined his nails as Darrian rattled off the changes in the tapestry. "The pressure about the earth's atmosphere dropped another millipizle last night. And a star in the Qogfnrg galaxy winked out. It won't show for another 12 decades-"
The god held up his hand. "Something in our domain, perhaps? Or do you only have news of the cosmos to share?" his voice sounded brittle, old and hollow to his ears and he winced. Hades may have a lot to say but it is very rare for him to use his voice.
Darrian stammered. "A- of course, My Lord, I- Uh sorry. You see-."
Hades raised an eyebrow.
Darrian blanched. "O- My Lord, O Great and Terrible Go-." He stopped and seemed to collapse within himself. "There is no news, O Mighty Fath- No News."
Hades nodded and seemed to think for a moment before flicking a finger. Darrian screamed but it was no use. His body was stripped away and his soul was sent back into Styx. The water churned and gurgled before a bright light opened the rapids and another soul appeared. "Thank you, my dear." Hades boomed softly.
Styx lapped fondly at the shoreline. The second soul was that of a girl.
Hades bade her to come forth silently and took her hand in his. His fingers wrapped around her glowing wrist and solidified. The girl gasped and she looked down at her body before reaching up with her free hand and touching her face. Hades admired her for a moment. Her pale skin was dusted lightly with freckles and her eyes were hazel in the dimly lit chamber. Hades guessed that they would be green in the sun. He watched amused as she touched her cheekbone and ran her fingers softly through her fine, borwn hair. She must have felt embarrassed with his staring which was intriguing to say the least since she was dead, but she stopped her motions and dropped her hand, looking at her god.
"What is your name, my dear?" Hades asked and winced as the grating sound of his voice reached his ears. At this rate, he would give himself a headache.
The girl shows no sign that his voice was unpleasant to listen to, however. She smiled when he asked her and said, in a voice belonging to a muse, "Sarah Williams."