Who would’ve thought?
At first, I’m tumbling head over heels in a fathomless abyss of darkness. It feels like it lasts for an eternity but is probably more like five minutes.
Then I see a blinding flash—the light at the end of the tunnel?—and I find myself drifting towards it.
Floating.
Buoyant.
Free.
I know that there’s something I need to remember—or someone—but whenever I try to grasp a hold of the thought, it eludes me.
Then I fall through a portal and land on my knees, the impact rattling my teeth.
What the…?
It all comes rushing back to me.
The guys.
Ares.
The guys.
Aphrodite.
The guys.
The fight.
The guys.
The guys.
My guys.
I peer around my surroundings, momentarily surprised to find myself in Hades’s throne room. The God of Death himself stands before me, his expression unreadable.
“You killed a goddess,” he says, his tone carefully impassive.
I can’t quite tell how he feels about that.
Am I going to be punished?
The thought of spending my afterlife trapped in Tartarus with the very people who tortured me in life…
A chill slithers down my spine.
“I’m…dead,” I whisper, the revelation settling over me like a heavy cloak, weighing me down.
“Yes,” Hades answers simply.
I swallow.
Fuck.
My guys…
