Cave like insides with an almost glossy touch sandwiched pillars of white marble and flaky gold. The pillars where is rows like perfectly planted trees. In the far back of the cave lay a huge statue of a creepily smiling man, he had sharp teeth, jagged hair and long curling nails. He sat in a stone throne, sitting as if he was bored. I gazed up at the statue with awe of the creation. Two guards stood on both sides of me. Their faces covered with cloaks, the flesh on their exposed skin was a purplish green, it looked sickly and dead. I wondered if everyone’s skin appeared so distasteful after death. When the wait seemed to be unbearable a young man stepped inside the large cavy room from a door I hadn’t noticed before. He walked with a bounce in his step, not what I would have expected for a dead man.

“Welcome to hell” he said with an eerie smile.

“I’m not dead, I was summoned by the god of riches and the Underworld, Hades” I said plainly and rather sleepily. This soul seemed to enjoy his job. I smirked as we stared in secret hate at each other.

“Of course, the Master will see you know, ma’am” the soul said with distaste in the word “ma’am” I sighed in annoyance and followed. We stepped through the door he appeared from to find a small room with chains and a rack that lay covered in blood. I turned around immediately and the guard hit me over the side of my head with his bony hand. I hadn’t expected his frail arm to hit so powerfully. I fell to my knees fighting for consciousness.

“Enjoy your stay, Persephone”