The God's Decision

by DemonicX295

The gods are depicted as being strong, powerful beings ruling over man kind and their children. But what happened to those that crossed them? First fanfic sorry that it's short also it's a ONE-SHOT. T because I'm paronoid.

I am stood in the middle of 12 gigantic thrones shaped in a U, each with a different appearance. The 12 men and women sitting on these thrones are arguing amongst themselves, their eyes bearing into me. They're deciding my fate; anyone could tell that with the things they're saying. 'She disrespected me and my children, not to mention destroying some of my temples!'

'She was defending mortals from monsters you sent for her. If she hadn't have done what she did the world would hate us more for not only endangering one of our own, but for also killing countless innocents. Please don't punish her for my mistakes.' And so the arguing continued. If I was to be killed for being born; fine, I didn't care. At least it would be better for me down there than it is up here; I'd miss my friends and Mother though, the only real people who cared about me. It has a sort of sick irony to it. I was going to die no matter which way I looked at it; the only difference would be how I died. I vaguely saw movement to my left and looking over I saw someone walking towards with a look of sadness and love; the woman had a peacock at her side; the same one that I used to love when I was younger. 'Please be brave, you will survive; I'll make sure of it.' She crouched and kissed my cheek and somehow I knew that would be the last bit of affection I would ever receive; staring at her sitting back down on her throne I muttered a single word; Mother. 'ENOUGH!' My uncle's voice echoed around the hall before it slowly faded away. 'You've had your chance, we'll let a vote decide if she survives or not, all in favour of survival!' 8 hands shot up; meaning only four believed I shouldn't be killed. My mother looked at me and tears streamed down her face; she mouthed the three words I always longed to hear: I Love You. I mouthed the same words and I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and I didn't even need to turn around to know that the lord of the dead was claiming me, that's probably the reason I didn't flinch when his sword pierced my skin. My spirit had left my body before it even hit the ground; screams of despair were coming from my mother who was now cradling my body and crying and screaming. Hades touched my arm and when I reopened my eyes I was stood in front of a black river as merciless and unforgiving as death; a boat was slowly gliding out of the gloom and I knew the ferry man was waiting.