CHAPTER THIRTY-The Underworld

Hades, after calming down from throwing quite a fit after the Fates refused to tell him anything, turned towards Colette and gave her a pointed look.

"Alright, sweetheart, what do I need to do to make ya talk?"

Colette let herself consider this for a moment. She was fairly certain there wasn't anything she could really want from the Lord of The Underworld. She shrugged her shoulders.

Hades started pacing the length of the room. "I've tried threatening, persuasion, flattery, EVERYTHING!" His flames burst red again. Colette, who was getting used to this by now, just turned her nose up at him and turned away.

Hades ran a hand over his face, but then he had an idea. His face twisted into an evil smirk. He walked over to Colette.

"Then again, maybe those old hags did help me. I couldn't help but overhear that lovely bit of verse they happened to give you. Seems like you have a lot of people you're worried about. I don't suppose you'd mind, I don't know, having them join you here, would you? Not in the way you came here of course. I was thinking of a more direct manner of getting here, hmm?"

Colette spun around. "You wouldn't dare."

"I've got a lot riding on this plan, babycakes, so don't put anything past me." Hades leered down at her. "If you refuse to help me, I may just have to leave them locked up in Tartarus for all eternity. But if you were able to help me, I would be very, very grateful. You could just go back home, and I could exclude you, my dear, from my impending wrath upon the world. Heck, I'll even spare your friends! Whatdaya say?"

Colette weighed her options. On one hand, she could help Storybrooke, but then Hades would kill her friends. But if he got a hold on some vital information…then Storybrooke could be lost. She wished could find some sort of clever rebuttal or had the nerve to punch him or something, like Kendra would. Oh Kendra, I wish you were here!

Hades impatiently said "I don't have all day, sweetcheeks."

Colette sighed. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

"Now that's more like it! He waved his hand, and two chairs appeared for them to sit down in. He also made a pen and a notepad appear out of thin air too. A pair of spectacles appeared and perched themselves on the end of his nose, giving him the air of some sort of professor. Colette had to bite back a small chuckle at his absurdity.

"Okay, so first off, who is the Savior?"

Colette made a very quick, rash, and she hoped, clever decision.

"Kendra Jones."

"Mmhmm…." He said, as he jotted this down onto the notepad. "And her appearance?"

"About five feet, nine inches, lithe figure, with long wavy blonde hair and sea blue eyes. She tends to dress in a blue or red leather jacket, or like a pirate, I suppose. She's two years younger than me."

Hades looked up. "A teenager? So some hormonal, insecure, bratty teenage girl is the Achilles Heel to this whole shebang? What's this thing about teenagers trying to wreck my plans? First Hercules, then that nuisance Percy Jackson…well, he ruined Ares plans but dragged me into it, and now this…." He trailed off, lost in thought. Colette cleared her throat.

"Sorry. Okay, now how about weakness? Any at all?"

Colette considered for a moment. She wasn't entirely sure what was happening with Kendra as of right now, but she imagined that with dark magic she could defend herself and anyone else from Hades. If not, then Colette didn't want to think about the repercussions of what she was about to say next.

"Well, I'm her best friend, so she may have a weakness there. And well, she also has this major crush on one of our friends, but he's not availa-"

Hades didn't wait to hear anything else. He snapped his fingers, and Colette suddenly found herself bound and gagged, once again in Hades chariot. "Sorry, my dear, but looks as if I'll be needing your assistance after all. Nothing personal, just business, got it? Maybe after this is over, and seeing as you probably won't survive, we can maybe grab a drink or something back in the Underworld. Sound nice?"

He pulled her to his side, and crashing through the ceiling, the chariot started its ascent back to Storybrooke.

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