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Deuce's PoV
Voices whispered at me, telling me to give up, telling me it was my fault.
No. Leave me alone!
Deuce. You let them take us.
I saw Cleo, Clawd, Frankie, Jackson, even Heath. They were locked in cells and I was on the outside looking in.
No. Not just on the outside, but sitting on a throne next to an emotionless Viperine and my other cousin Eureka. I turned around to see who was sitting behind me.
No. No, gods, no. Please, no.
It can't be him. I let him take my friends.
No!
I tried to get off my 'throne', tried to run away.
Deuce. Deuce.Voices. Their voices.
His voice.
Familiar hands clasped my wrists, but nothing was there.
Another voice, father away, softer, but getting louder.
Deuce. Deuce.
"Deuce, moro, please wake up."
My eyes snapped open to see Viperine looking back at me. I checked to make sure she looked concerned, or happy, or - well, anything, really. Anything but lifeless.
I suddenly noticed I was sweaty, and panting rather heavily. I closed my eyes and took in a few deep, shaky breaths.
I opened my eyes again and took in my surroundings.
Clawd, Clawdeen, Draculaura, Scarah, Frankie, Heath, Jackson, Dracula, Nefera, Ramses de Nile, Cleo...
Oh no.
"Wh- Where are we?" I asked.
"We were hoping you could answer that." Answered the harsh voice of Dracula.
"Daddy, you all said he was out the entire time and that one of the guards dragged him." His daughter defended me.
I tried to get up, but as soon as I moved I felt like I would ríxei gamiméno sothiká mou epáno.
"I don't particularly care. He should know where we are anyway."
I fought past my urge to hurl and stood up, saying, "Why should I know where we are?"
"Isn't this your family home?" He retorted saracstically.
"N-" I looked again at my surroundings - dark, gloomy, stony and I could sense a hot water spring and lava. - "No." I replied.
"Then why does your mother hate it here?"
"Why don't you ask her?"
"She's in a cell on the other side of this cocină and hasn't come out of the shadows of her cell since we got here." He spat at me.
Slow clapping outside our cell made us look to our left. "Congratulations! You figured out my daughter hates it here!" A hooded man stood outside out cell, smirking at us. E couldn't see his face, only his mouth.
"Unfortunately, my grandson and granddaughter are as clueless as you are."
Viperine and I looked at each other and immediately knew we were in for Hades.
"Who are you?" Asked Clawdeen accusingly.
"And why did you call Medusa your daughter?" Added her older brother.
"Well, I am Phorcys, and I called her my daughter because she is my daughter."
He turned to Viperine and I. "Well, well, well. How are my two least favourite mistakes going?"
"Go to Tartarus." Viperine spat.
"Where are your manners?"
"Very funny." I said sarcastically.
Dracula pushed us aside. "Where are we?" He asked viciously.
"Well, I shouldn't tell you, but I could...No, no, that would be silly, telling you where you are...Oh, alright, I'll tell you! But you have to promise not to tell them I told you."
Dracula grunted.
Phorcys leaned into the bars and whispered "We are-"