3. Hell

In hell a loud raging laughter could be heard from the far ends of the palace and within it.

The laugher came from the happy and prosperous lips of Hades and his children. The palace was at this time filled with the elders and spiritualist of the kingdom. They watched as their plans manifested with ease.

They were surrounded with fire, with food and drinks all around a table as they made Merry sitting upon the wooden sits or upon each other each with a drink in hand except the spiritualist and elders All 12 in numbers. They were all as serious as always with their long white hairs, golden skins and faces that could best be described as sculpted.

The walls of the palace were made of the strongest bricks and skulls decorated the candle lights which were in between each pillar.

The floor was made of granite and was as hard as the eyes of Hades even as he made merry.

"He is bringing his son." Hades laughed as he watched all that happened in Oceania from his spiritual mirror.

The Mirror showed Aiden sitting lonely and scared after he had excused himself from the presence of his father.

"Zeus is a proud and stupid man. How dare him send that little boy that disgrace of a son here to kill my son! His pride will be his fall and that of the other gods."

Hermes growled in laughter. Hermes was the son of Hades, his true heir and future destroyer of Neptune as the prophecy had said.

The night was dark and the fires of hell burned around them shedding light into their glowing eyes as they gathered around and spoke in glee.

"I'll take him down for you Hermes. You don't have to soil your hands with his blood. He's no match for you." Zena, Hermes only sister spoke as she straddled her brother, her lips upturned in an evil smile.

They both drank wine from the same.

"No sister. I want to meet this little boy. I've heard he's an Angel. Oh the things I could do to him!" Hermes licked his lips. His sister glared at him for a while and then finally understanding what he meant she burst into a fit of laughter. She was getting more and more amused.

"Alright then he's yours. But," She paused placing a finger on his lip, "Don't be selfish brother. Please do share him with me. I'll also like to feed off his innocent glory."

"Oh no sister. You have a lot of play things let me have this one but If he isn't much fun then surely, I'll give him to you. Anything for you my love." Hermes smiled. He kissed his sister a sign that a deal had been settled.

They both smiled evilly in understanding.

Hades who was at this time talking to the elders looked at his son in admiration. He was blessed to have the devil himself as a fruit. His sons eyes shown red just like him but unlike him sometimes one could see the fire in his sons eyes. His son burned his enemies with just a look. A true heir he was, the true son of Hades.

"Make sure you don't kill him immediately. That would be no fun. Break him son. Break him so much he forgets his name, break him so much he forgets who he is. Create for him his own hell." Hades smirked and paused his lips. Then watching his son again he continue. "And when you've created his hell make his fire you."

Hermes chuckled at his fathers excitement. His sister had turned around now to see also for herself the glow on her father's face. She smiled heartily, while she rested herself on her brother. She too was proud of him, she too loved him.

"Be careful." The high priestess suddenly groaned and everyone turned to face her as she spoke with urgency in her voice.

"Speak, What troubles you?" Hades asked the priestess his brows crooked in suspicion. He adjusted himself in his throne of fire eager to hear the prophecy that the priestess has been shown to by the very flames of hell.

Her eyes had turned white like her hair and she was no longer in her body but her soul was now moving to and fro the garden of light. In a voice of a thousand that did not match her dangling thin frame she spoke, drawing to herself the attention of all that was present.

"Heaven and hell shall meet in fire. A love that would join both, and destroy both, a love of fire and ice. The prophecy shall be fulfilled only if this love is not giving into. If this love is made true nothing will be able to stand in the way not heaven nor hell. Not family nor duty. Not pain or pleasure. If this love comes true there will be only it and there will be no end."

Everyone looked at the high priestess in astonishment as her eyes returned back to it's previous brown orbs and her pale face now had a little life in it.

Hades sighed in displeasure and rage.

Her brown eyes took in all the expressionless faces around her and she breathed out willing herself courage to speak again. "The battle is not against heaven, but hell."

Hades looked at his son, they both shared a glance only them understood and in that moment Hermes promised his father loyalty.