The black, wrought iron gates of the Asphodel twirl and twist upwards in cruel swirls, forming an evil sense of grief upon those who have it in their sights. So one would think that they should feel eerie, cold, and foreboding.

But not to me.

They feel almost familiar, as if I'd seen these gates before. I know that I've never been here before. But maybe in a dream…

My fingers wrap around the cold iron of the gates, the creaking of the old hinges echoing around the cavern walls.

'For Haneul,' I steady my nerves. 'We are going to go in here, get the three headed, legendary canine guardian of the Underworld from his father, who happens to be stronger than Zeus himself, and we are going to save Haneul's life, and we will most definitely take down Nas- no. He's not Nash. We will take down 'Fear' and make sure the Green Lantern Corps. Never lets him out to see the light of this Sun ever again.'

My eyes set on the horizon of the Fields of Asphodel, seeking my answers.

As my armored boots set foot on the dead grass, a loud chorus of howls sound from the distance.

'I don't know of many other canines that would claim their space in this dreary place,' I deduct, shutting the gates behind me.

Hades might not appreciate these lost souls wreaking havoc in his domain.

This dog must love his organic treats with how loud he's howling.

The dead grass crunches softly under my feet as I take off in a jog towards the howls.

As my heart begins to pound, fun facts about Cerberus run through my head.

The Latinized form of Κερβερος, Kerberos, meant 'spotted', so what I'm really saying is that the God of the Dead, Ruler of the Underworld and the Afterlife, named his dog 'Spot'.

Now I've never actually seen Cerberus, but I know the basic facts: He is a three headed dog. He is the Guardian of the Entrance to the Underworld. He was captured by Heracles as one of his 12 Labors. He is one of Typhon's sons. Cerberus's mouth is the source of the poisonous Aconite. He possibly has a snake-like tail. His three heads do not have individual names, and as far as I know, that would be like giving a name to your hands and feet.

Now let's hope that this doggo, is a good doggo.

As I come to a slower pace at the top of a hill, a small hut can be spotted at the bottom, not easily spotted, but when there is a large three headed dog howling for his favorite treats inside, you tend to assume that's where Typhon is with Cerberus.

'Okay Addie, think. Typhon is supposed to be as strong if not stronger than the almighty Zeus. The only way we're gonna get Cerberus out of there is with stealth. Okay, good. So how do we get in, grab the dog, and get out?,' I try to plan out. 'So Aconite is only poisonous if ingested, so if Cerberus gets a bit nippy, I'll just hold out my cuffs and hope they're strong enough to keep his teeth off of me. If he stops barking and howling, Typhon is going to suspect something is up. Maybe I should wait until he stops barking? Or should I keep him barking…'

With some sort of plan forming in my mind, I begin to slowly slide down the side of the hill.

'Now a bright red and gold uniform in a dark environment is probably not the best of ideas…' I mentally scoff at myself, my hand reaching to tap on my stealth mode armor.

But nothing happens.

I halt on the side of the hill, and try again, hitting my armor a bit harder hoping that this is just a technical malfunction that can be fixed with a but of violence.

I am met with nothing.

'This cannot be happening right now!' I want to scream.

Multiple curse world cross my train of thought as I bolt down the hill as quickly as I possibly can, hoping that if Typhon has windows, that he isn't near them to see this small human dressed like a bright, gaudy American Flag rushing to his home to steal his dog-son.

'Or… maybe that's exactly how I do this?' I begin to formulate.

I had managed to sneak around the small shack without Typhon spotting me.

The shack reminds me of something you might find in a T.V show about the Medieval times. One floor, a small garden, a sheep's pen with no sheep, and things of that nature.

The howling got louder as I circled the shack, finally reaching it's loudest point under a smaller window above a large, thorny bush that might have once had roses on it.

'Okay Wonderbat. You are almost entirely clad in armor. Bright red, blue and gold armor. The thorns shouldn't bother you all that much. But how are we going to get a large, three headed guard dog out from that tiny window?' I question. 'How am I going to get my butt through that?'

I begin to dart my eyes across the wall, searching for anything I could use to gain leverage to get around the bushes, but the woodwork on this house was pretty flawless.

'Come ON!' I want to growl, stomping my foot in aggravation. 'Han doesn't have time for me to sit here and figure out a stealthy way into this house!'

I tap on my cuffs as multiple thoughts run through my head.

Thoughts of 'How do I do this?' and "Going up against a G-God doesn't s-sound so b-bad…'

Staring up at this wall is much like my situation. A large, smooth surface standing in my path, in this case, the wall is sickness, and the path leads to my love.

I snarl rips through my teeth as my eyes narrow.

"I said I'd do anything for him," I state out loud, taking multiple steps back. "And I never go back oN MY WORD!"

My boots pound on the ground and I pick up pace, my arms swinging in front of me as if they gave me more speed.

I set my gaze on the wall, my dark eyes glaring a hole through it.

'I don't quit on the ones I love!' I shout at myself.

A warcry rips through my throat seconds before I slam through the previously seamless wall, bursting through the wood creating a massive 'CRRRAAKKK!' in my wake.

The howling stopped immediately as the splinters of wood fall to the ground.

My eyes immediately sweep the room, not caring much for the little nick-nacks placed in every which corner, nor the baby gate in the doorway. I care not for Typhon's trifles.

I small whine catches my attention, involuntarily forcing my gaze to the side.

A small form moves across my vision, stopping in front of a large golden shield with a gorgon's head engraved into it.

I dare say a puppy looks up at me with the biggest brown eyes I've ever seen.

The eye-count being six.

And the headcount being three.

"Cerberus?" I question, scowling at the drooling puppy.

The heads all cock to the side, the middle head sticking out his tongue.

"CERBERUS!" A loud, angry voice shouts from the other room.

'Typhon… this isn't good…' I cringe. 'I didn't think this through…'

"Cerberus out?" I decide to entice the puppies.

They all perk up.

"Cerberus want a… treat?" I further push as if the small demon were Sko.

His tail begins to wag violently.

"Come on puppy!" I smile down at him.

He barks at me in three tones, his nails scraping on the floors before he gains his footing and takes off between my legs.

"WHAT did you break this-" Typhon rounds the corner, pausing as his sights set on me.

Typhon is by no means an ugly God. His inky black hair is tied back into a low pony-tail, showing off his naturally tan skin, and dark brown eyes. He reminds me of a mixture of Mark Wahlberg and Hugh Jackman. Very handsome, and very angry when provoked.

Typhon. The God to end all Gods. I am not a God…

'Oh Heracles…' I panic.

"An Amazon?" He scoffs.

I freeze in my place, his very presence overwhelming my every nerve ending.

"I see Hades scratching at the bottom for heroes now, is he?" He snorts.

"Hades?" I finally gather the nerve to speak. "Hades hath not sent for me."

'Just back away, slowly…' I coach myself.

"Then Persephone will send your Queen her condolences!" He shouts, grabbing the nearest object preparing to toss it at me.

I didn't stay long enough to see what he took.

In milliseconds, I break out into a run, my heart already at its limit.

'Gotta Go, Gotta Go, Gotta Go, Gotta Go,' I repeat like a mantra, as I take off into the depths of Asphodel.

"Cerberus!" I call, picking out the treat Persephone gave me, holding it up in the air as if it were a beacon.

"Get back here Amazonian!" Typhon growls at me.

'HUHH! Rather not!' I inwardly gasp, hoping to find Cerberus sooner rather than later.

And thank the Gods, the loud howling of the three-headed demon dog appearing to not be too far from my side.

"Come on doggie!" I shout at him, waving the treat in the air.

Loud shakes of the ground get bigger and bigger, and soon enough, they were right on top of me.

Literally.

A large, shadowy figure leaps out from behind a dead grass-ridden hill, bounding over my head.

'What in the name of Hera…?' I question as my eyes widen at the figure.

With a loud "BOOOOMM!" The figure lands beside me, almost throwing my balance off as the massive figure bounds next to me.

My eyesight refocuses on the large creature.

Next to me was a Rottweiler, about the size of a small house, with three large heads protruding from it's neck. Large tongues flapping in the wind created by his own momentum.

'Cerberus?' I figure, not letting my confusion getting in the way of my path. 'Okay, refocus Addie! We've almost got it!'

I spot the Wrought Iron gates within range of a large jump, but I need to make sure Typhon doesn't get Cerberus. I can't leave his side.

"Cerberus!" I call, holding up the treat.

His eyes perk up, following my hand.

"You want it?" I taunt. "Go… GET IT!"

I used my strength, tossing it forward over the gates.

With a bit more motivation, he bounds ahead of me, tongues hanging out of his mouths.

'Okay, Cerberus is safe,' I sigh. 'Now to swerve Typhon!'

My breath comes in heaving pants as I reach out for the gates.

My fingers barely skim the gates, only to be tossed back by someone wrapping their fist around my hair.

"Not so FAST!" Typhon shouts, yanking my head backwards, forcing me to the ground.

"You think you can just steal away my son so easily?" He questions, kicking me in the stomach.

'Not good!' I groan as my lunch finds its way back 'up the stream'.

"By orders from a Demigod?" He continues, pulling me up by my braid.

A cry escapes my lips, my hands flying to the base of my scalp in attempts of lessening the pain.

"No one takes from me," He growls. "-And lives."

He pulls an arm back, preparing to end me with a final blow.

I brace myself, and close my eyes, only for the blow to never come.

I risk peeking through my lashes, only to be met with the Goddess of the Springtime herself, holding a sword forged from the darkest, most enchanted blade forged in the Underworld, Stygian Iron.

She is posed above me, her blade at Typhon's chest, my hair still in his hand, or at least, what's left of it.

In order to free me, Persephone chopped off my braid from his grasp.

I barely felt my hair fall around my shoulders as I stare up at her through my black lashes in awe.

"Yet she lives on," Persephone answers in a smooth, even tone. "Adeline, go."

"My lady-" I protest.

"I have this," She assures, vines peeking out from the ground. "You have done your mission. Go to the path."

I hesitate in letting her stay, but a Goddess's word is pure power.

Slowly find my footing, almost doubling over from the pain in my stomach.

My arm flies to my midsection, allowing me to breathe through the pain and stand up.

I begin to make my way back to the gates, my fingers forming over the slick iron, before a voice forces me to pause.

"Before you depart," I hear Persephone address me. "My husband has offered you a gift."

"Hades?" I question, my brows forming a scowl.

"It's not like I have other husbands, my dear," She replies. "He has offered you contact to one deceased friend, in return for Cerberus."

"A friend… Anyone?" I ask her in disbelief.

"Anyone," She reiterates. "You get one."

'Adeline… this is your chance to tell Artemis how sorry you are for not being able to protect her… Wait… or maybe even Jason! But only one…' I frown.

"I… I would like to speak with Artemis… My friend Artemis, not the Goddess," I correct.

"Artemis… Crock? My dear," Persephone coos, her vines twirling up Typhon's legs. "Haven't you figured it out already? We have no Artemis of yours here."

'What? No Artemis?' I scowl deeper.

"Never?" I ask.

"None that I recall," She answers, her vines wrapping slowly up Typhon's body. "And I have an excellent memory. Now time is of the essence. Pick a name."

"I….Jason… Jason Todd," I answer in a flurry.

"There was once a Jason Todd here," She smirks. "But Lazarus pulled him back."

"Who?" I question. "Who did what?"

"No, not who…" She quirks her lips at me. "-But what."

'What? No Artemis… No Jason… am I sure this is the Underworld?' I begin to question myself.

"I can see your answer cannot be immediate," The Goddess sighs. "I will give you time. Run along now, little Amazon. I will take care of this."

"Yes, my lady," I nod, my newly shortened hair falling around my face. "I can never repay you for what you have offered me. Thank you for saving my Haneul's life."

"Yes, yes," She waves off. "Now your love needs you. I believe you have a cure to administer."

I smile at the thought.

My Haneul...for the ends of time.

"My gratitude once more, my lady," I bow, holding my fist to my chest.

A white light begins to surround me, but before it takes me, Typhon's eyes find mine through the light.

As if in a taunting gesture, he twirls my braid in his hand, a cruel smile crossing his features.

I cock my head to the side, wordlessly, confusion taking a back seat as the light overtakes me, sending me home.

"ADELINE!" Jeong's voice fills the air once more as the light delivers me back home.

Well, to the Coven's home, anyways.

"Jeong?" I question as he reaches out for me, his hand grasping my arm.

"What was that?" He asks in a hurry, pulling me behind him, his eyes searching the room for any sign of the light. "And what happened to your hair?

"A surprise mission," I answer, my fingers feeling the edges of my chopped locks. "Where is Han?!"

Kyung and Hwan give me a look as if I were a mad woman.

"Exactly where he was two seconds ago," Jeong answers confusedly. "And what mission?"

"Was I only gone for that long?" I ask him.

"Gone?" He scowls. "You went somewhere?"

"I went-ugh, now is not the time for this!" I give up, realizing who's room I'm in.

I snatch the sickly vile from the stands, and pop it open.

I lean over Han's bedside, the black veins and sickly skin taking over his form, making me feel sick.

'This isn't my love,' I frown in sorrow.

"Adeline, wait a second now-" Kyung tries to stop me.

"He'll be okay," I interrupt, sitting next to Haneul on his bedside.

"We don't know what's in that vile, Adeline!" Jeong argues.

"It will save him!" I argue, lifting his lips to meet the cool vile.

"You don't know that!" Hwan shouts, his magic beginning to swirl around his fingertips.

"I DO!" I shout, forcing Han to drink it all down.

"Back off of him!" Hwan shouts, his bright magic tossing me away from Han, and into a wall.

"Let me go!" I order him, struggling in the grasp of his white magic.

"You could be poisoning him!"

"I'm not! He will live!" I defend.

"You do not know this!" Hwan denies. "You were always so reckless!"

"Never with a life!" I snarl at him. "Never with the life of a loved one!"

"...Hwan…"

"Oh really?!" He laughs humorlessly. "Need I mention Artemis?!"

"Oh, need you now?!" I growl at him.

"Hwan…"

"Maybe I should!"

"Aish, you're so annoying!" A familiar voice groans from the bed.

We both freeze in place, watching as the black veins recede into Han's body, his skin taking on his natural glow once more.

"Haneul?" I whisper in shock.

"Hyung?" Hwan gasps, his magic faltering, allowing me to land back onto the ground.

Slowly, and with Jeong's assistance, Haneul begins to sit up, his red hair just as vibrant as ever.

"Love!" I shout, bolting past Hwan, practically tackling Haneul in my arms, his hands finding purchase around my back.

"Aish, jagi," He heaves.

"Oh! Oh my Gods, Han!" I gasp in surprise, realizing that his is still quite fragile. "I'm sorry love!"

"I'll be fine, jagi," He chuckles.

His perfect, gummy smile turns into a frown as his bright eyes spot my hair.

"What is this?" He questions, his fingers gliding through the chopped locks.

"It's a long story," I admit.

"I like it," He smiles up at me.

"I like you," I push him.

"Well I love you," He pushes back.

"Okay, I'm grossed out," Hwan gags. "Uh, Kyung, Jeong, I think we should give them their privacy."

"Get your head out of the gutter, Hwan," Haneul glares at his brother playfully.

Nonetheless, they still file out of the room, Hwan making lovey-dovey sounds as Jeong pulls him out by his ear.

"I missed you," I admit, placing my forehead on his, feeling the warmth emanate from his skin once more.

"I think I missed you more," He challenges.

"Oh really?" I question. "Did you literally go to the Underworld and back?"

"Did you?" He asks worriedly.

"Well…"

"I can't leave you alone for a minute can I?" He sighs.

"I can't leave you alone for two weeks without you almost dying on me!" I retort, smacking him on the chest. "Jerk!"

"Ah, but I'm your jerk, yes?" He smirks up at me.

"I hate you," I mumble, leaning down to him.

"I know you do," He smiles, pulling me down to him by tugging on my short hair.

Our lips finally meeting for the first time in weeks of being apart.

That feeling never goes away, you know? That feeling of fireworks, and adrenaline, coursing through your veins as you connect with your significant other.

I hope it becomes stronger as we continue on.

I know it will.

The Underworld

"Did you succeed?" A soft, feminine voice questions Typhon.

They stand in the wreckage of the God slayer's room, destroyed by a particularly antsy Amazon.

"The strands I require have been achieved," He answers shortly, placing the Amazonian braid into a boiling pan filled with many assorted herbs.

"And this will stop the Chosen from being born?" The woman asks.

"It will stop the Chosen from our plans in a most permanent fashion," Typhon agrees. "Besides, an eye for an eye-"

He mixes the pan.

"-A tooth for a tooth-"

The woman sprays the pan with a strange magenta powder, the pan exploding into a shower of sparks, all flying up through the ceiling and to the top-side world.

"-And a son for a son."

So... I know ya'll must hate me... I'm SORRYYYYYYYYY OMG I PROMISE I DIDN'T FORGET!

As a lifeguard, I was given no wifi, and no wifi password, I've been working on college work, and since summer ended (no duh) Lifeguarding has ended, and I needed to find another job and this time, ya'girl is working at a donut shop. LES GO. Went from most healthy to least healthy.

And as for another explanation as to my absence, on my dad's birthday (a week from mine) we got a call telling us that my grandma had a massive stroke, refused to call 911, and spent 8 hours on the ground because she was calling friends instead of the Hospital. So mom and I had to deck it to the opposite side of the country, and take care of her for a while. It's been a really rough road because you see, my grandma is a hoarder, but not of worthless junk. She's got friggen Disney Armani statues that I swear Disneyland doesn't even friggen have, and she shouldn't have because who tf buys this crap? I mean, she legit had every Disney Character in statue form all around her house. All worth well over $1,000 a piece, yet she 'doesn't have the money to buy birthday-christmas presents for anyone.' -_-... And she has over 20 credit-cards, and an online/QVC shopping addiction.

We are not happy with Grandma right now, but we hope she'll be okay soon.

Speaking of health! I am actually quite sick today, so if any of this doesn't make sense, well, I wrote it all with a massive fever while watching re-runs of America's Next Top Model because that's how I roll now.

So my birthday was on September 17, meaning ya'girl is 18 now and is a 'grow woman' who can now write all of the filth. Muahahahahahaha.

So Imma try to get these reviews in, and hope we're all good.

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Luna Star Phantom: Well, now I'm the one who's sick. See how we switched that up there? And I really don't want to put a hold on this story, and I'm trying not to, but with school, work, health, and BTS winning at life, it's pretty difficult, I'm not gonna lie.

Guest: Hi hun, I understand your concerns, and I do apologize for the short chapter beforehand, and my long absence, but there were immediate family issues that had to be dealt with, alongside schoolwork. Good news is, I just finished my exams, so I should be good till January!

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