Ch. 005: The Olympus— Home Of The Greek Gods!

Ch. 005: The Olympus— Home Of The Greek Gods!

Perhaps I did not think things through, knowing about the true events of the myth are two different things entirely. The stories said Prometheus recieved the wrath of the gods and was given eternal torment but the reality here says Zeus wants to destroy humanity.

I wore a black suit and trouser befitting of royalty or at least godlike. Well if was the wardrobe of the original Hades so I doubt it would matter. But I still had to sell the idea of being Hades, there was no telling if the more powerful gods found out who I was.

I walked out of the portal created by Hermes and found myself in a splendid hall painted gold from top to bottom. I guess Hermes is not the god of travel for nothing.

My soul danced at the sight of it, I was on Olympus, THE OLYMPUS— HOME OF THE GREEK GODS!

It's just as magnificent as I pictured. Hermes left me saying he had to go back and change into something more befitting for the occasion leaving me to navigate my way to the council room-- wherever that was. Not to arouse suspicion I— well I had to play along.

Good thing I had the black book to confine in, if not I don't know what I would have done.

I looked down at the gold floor and saw my reflection on it, it did not look to be any material I have seen before. I'm not an engineering professor so I have no idea knowing what it was. I raised my head and sighed, "Haa, now to ask the book which way to go."

I reached down my hand to touch my side pocket for the small black book. There was very little hand movement needed before my hand came back to my face-- empty. I cursed under my breath and proceeded to search myself a few more times like a deluded fool.

"My word! How did I forget it, the one thing I needed most." Now that I thought about it Hermes was being all pushy about hurrying up and barged into the room so I had hidden the book under my pillow and forgotten it there. Yet it surprised me how he could do that to the god of the underworld, perhaps that's just his personality.

Now the only thing I could do was walk down and hopefully run into the room but what were the chances of that? I tried to willfully persist myself to be more optimistic, the ordeal up until now was interesting even if some parts were deeply misleading.

It's a new Olympus from where I'm from, a new world. Or was my world the fake one?

Walking down the large spectacular hall the crystal chandeliers floating up in the air, the gold surface of the hall shimmering as if light was reflecting off them. There were paintings on the walls, paintings of the gods, some of how they fought against Kronos -the titan.

Stories of which I was mostly familiar. After walking a long way I finally admitted what I had been to proud to... "I'm lost in Olympus." There was no guarantee I could perhaps recall it in the mind of the original Hades. That did not seem to be the case, if only I could run into someone here.

"Ohoho if it isn't my big brother Hades, what hails you?" That was a thick masculine voice with a childlike twang to it. I raised my head and looked back to see a young man with dark coloured skin and ash hair done in a mohawk, he wore a punk half jacket and crazy jeans, I could see his bare to stomach and arms with a number of tattoos. His nose and ears were pierced multiple times.

Who was this rascally figure with cold eyes? Why is he smiling at me— the death god? He has a hairdoo from the 19's, is this even still Olympus?

I was starting to question if all my knowledge accumulated over all these years would even be useful here. Talk about a wasted lifetime.

The odd fella approached me and boomed. "What's up old big brother, you are looking a little dark on the side. Have you been sleeping with the dead?" The next thing I knew he was laughing like a manaic.

I thinking I was starting to get riled up from a nobody taking Hades- THE HADES for a joke.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!!!" I screamed out of rage causing the whole place to shake and the whole place blacking out for a moment before the lights came back on. I immediately solidified my composure and asked myself if it was just a sinple outburst that caused all that. Perhaps that was the power of a god.

I looked at the other person in front of me now looking a bit more humbled. "Oh sorry--! It's just been a while since I saw you uncle or did you forget me? ARES! The God Of War!"

Oh--! Ares, one of the most problematic dipshits in all of Greek mythology, an uncountable amount of innocent people died by his shitty hands. Of all the people I had to meet first it had to be this asshole!

Yeah, you could tell— I was incredibly pissed!!