This Has To Be A Joke!

Lissa stares at the letter in her hand. This has to be a joke, right? As if Hades actually exists… Whatever! Whoever decided to do this prank did put a lot of effort into it. The envelope is a nice, dark blue color with an almost eerily glowing red wax seal. The writing of the letter is a really nice cursive. Like, founding father kind of cursive! The letters are so loopy that it took multiple minutes for Lissa to finally figure out what the fuck it’s saying.

Lissa lays down the envelope on her desk as she rubs her eyes. “Maybe I’m just imagining things! I haven’t slept in two days, so that must be it! Hallucinations!” She throws her hands up in the air before standing up and literally throwing herself on her bed. “This is a problem for future me.” She lets out a yawn before succumbing to the pull of her soft bed.

…

Until Lissa is woken up by a bang. Her apartment shook, causing her to fall out of her bed and land on the ground with a loud thud. “Fuck!”

Before her stands a tall, imposing figure clad in a dark cloak. She stares at it dumbfounded.

“Mortal…” The figure breathes out. The voice sounds raspy and sends shivers down Lissa’s spine. A pale hand with very long fingers snakes out of the cloak.

Lissa screeches. “Stay away you creepy motherfucker!”