Chapter 51

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As soon as my agonizingly long fall to Tartarus ended, I knew I had downplayed this place… the moment I took my first breath I felt my lungs burn, the air was acid… and to top that shit, the ground was made out of broken glass able to pierce through anything apparently…

So here I was, on the ground coughing blood… thanks to the air… and with my feet and knees bleeding, "Oh god," I gasped, focusing my mana on my lungs and feet, making the acid air… and the broken glass floor more manageable.

Now having a better handle of myself, I looked around, noticing the place had a grayish atmosphere made entirely out of living mana that made me feel someone was watching me, or at least could watch me if he or she wanted to, someone leagues above Kronos, I knew who it was… but the idea of even thinking his name and the fact it could bring his attention to me was more than enough to silence my thoughts.

Trying my best shot, I tried to teleport myself out of the realm with my Mnemonic Magic, but as I expected it didn't work, then I tried to see if the chapter of curses and dark arts had anything to help me out, and nothing… no easy way out.

"It seems I'm stuck here," I chucked, blood dripping out of my mouth, "But don't worry… Adam, Hestia, Hades, Artemis or Apollo will get you out…" I had faith they would help me out, gods could after all put and take out prisoners from Tartarus.

But in the meantime, I had to focus on surviving and on the way trying to find a way to escape… right now I had to adapt to the environment, if I were to fight feeling like someone is melting my lungs… I would die…

I opened the book once again, giving it once last good look, before I embarked on my most dangerous journey so far, my eyes stopping on the soul related spells I had previously seen on the book, spells I had personally blacklisted. The spells were disgusting in essence, consuming souls to gain power… spells straight from Dark souls universe and other dark worlds… spells I never wanted to use… spells that went against what I stood for… but could I really keep my morals here… the place monsters roamed free… did I really have the strength to keep my morals intact… or would I be forced to do it?

"I will deal with that when the time comes," I muttered to myself in a low emotionless chuckle.

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[Hestia POV]

I felt… I felt as Adam was ripped from this realm… I felt as his connection to me was forcibly broken… and I couldn't do anything…. There was only one possible explanation, someway Adam had fallen to the darkness pit in the world… Tartarus.

I immediately went to my brother, Zeus, he could help him… he had the power to bring Adam out of that wretched realm… but what I found shocked me…. Zeus was talking with Luke Castellan, the son of Hermes, Luke was telling him how he found out Adam was working with Kronos in secret, and that he had tried to send Luke and everyone in the camp to Tartarus once Luke confronted him with a Tartarus crystal.

That was a lie! He was a liar! I knew Adam wasn't a bad kid, I knew it! he was caring, friendly… loving, he was my friend…

"He is lying!" I growled, fire burning the palace down, anger didn't even begin to describe what I was feeling, "Where is Apollo?!" Nobody could lie to him.

"I'm here," Apollo muttered, his face contorted in pain, "He isn't lying," No! I don't believe it, someway, somehow… Luke had managed to circumvent Apollo's power, I would not believe Adam betrayed me until he told me that himself, "Adam is not what we thought,"

"It's the true, luckily Luke here managed to stop him," Zeus said, trying to be soothing.

"I don't believe any of this!" I said trembling, "I curse you Luke Castellan… I curse you to never feel at home, to never feel full after a meal, I curse you to never feel warm! I! Hestia the first Olympian kick you out the hearth!"

"Hestia!" Hermes growled, "Remove the curses or!"

"I don't like fighting Hermes… you know I love you too much for that… nephew, but I won't back down," I stated, Adam was my friend… the first person that actually cared to talk to me… because of me.

"Hestia, I know you are suffering… but," Zeus started but I glared at him, making him flinch back a bit.

"He is no longer welcomed in my realm," I stated, glaring at Luke who was shaking behind his father, "I won't kill you… I can't, I am unfortunately too kind for that, but… when I find a way to clear Adam's name, and believe me I will… I will let him kill you, mark my words child, you made an enemy today…"

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[Adam POV - 1 Tartarus Month Later]

I was crying, for the first time in years I was actually crying, everything here hurt, even with mana protecting me… breathing, walking, the water, even the food… everything was a new way to feel pain.

I missed Hestia, I missed my once prison now warm and loving cabin, I… missed feeling healthy, this was worse than when I was sick back in my old life.

It had been, but a month, and I wasn't sure what to do, nor if I would be rescued before I went mad, time in Tartarus was different… it flowed differently. A day here could be a second in the realm world, or a second here could be a month outside.

"I… how pathetic," I coughed, blood splattering everywhere as I struggled to keep walking, I had learned the first week… that staying too much in one place was a bad idea, I almost died fighting a horde of monsters, "I had everything I wanted… a healthy body… friends… and now, I have what I had… on steroids," I laughed, this unfortunately made me puke a large amount of blood, this version of Tartarus sure wasn't like the one I read Percy and Annebrth endured, I was stronger than them… and I was looking like a soon to be dead guy.

Perhaps… using those spells wouldn't be so bad, at this point I would do anything to alleviate the pain… and besides... none of the souls here are souls people will remember or care about anyway. So perhaps... just perhaps, it wouldn't be a bad choice.

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Tartarus time: 1 minute in the real world equals a month in Tartarus.