Droy floated in the rainbow like space like a feather along a gentle Summer breeze. He thought if he had missed out on anything worth while in the mortal world. If he had left something but after thinking for a while he found out that he wasn't going to miss anything except his mom, the only family he had and the only one that bound him to the mortal world.
'But no pressure she'll be coming to the realm of gods right after, that's what Ares said.' He thought to himself as he remembered what Ares told his mother.
His life had been boring, at least that's what every child of Ares thought when they didn't do anything extreme that got their blood boiling. Droy didn't feel like he had lost anything, rather he felt good just going to the realm of gods and one thing he did know in sparta - the camp of the war god it was anything but calm and peaceful. This filled him with excitement and anticipation.
All of a sudden, as Droy was lost in his thoughts, something finally happened in this limbo. A black dot appeared right in front of him and started to enlarge. As it got bigger, it spun, forming a pulling force that tugged at Droy. The spinning whirlpool had a diameter of three metres with a cold feeling emanating from within it.
The pulling force was great and Droy wasn't resisting at all, he was just grateful something different was happening. The isolation, the howls and the echoes whenever he made a sound in this space was almost driving him crazy.
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Droy had been pulled into the whirlpool and now he was at the center with the walls of the whirlpool spinning around him.
The strange thing was that he could see images in the walls spinning. In the images he could see an older version of himself always covered in blood but that's not all as when one looked at his eyes he could see that the right eye had a red pupil while the left had an emerald pupil. In one image he could see himself in a valley wearing a black leather armour and a black Corinthian helmet with a red plume running from the front of the head to the back while holding a kopis in his right hand.
It wasn't clear whether the red colour of the plume was it's original colour or it was painted red by the blood of the bodies littering the valley. Bodies upon bodies filled the valley, all of them dead and bloody. As he stood here among the dead as the sun was setting on the bloodied field, this older version of himself showed no emotion, neither remorse or sorrow nor joy or relief. Instead he seemed unaffected by the massacre around him as if it was non existent, but all of a sudden, he shouted towards the sky, his face covered in an expression of anger and rage. His words couldn't be heard as the 'videos' had no sound at all.
In the next, nobody knows how long, as this place had no sense of time Droy could see 'videos' of monsters and demigods. To say the least it was a bloody affair, monsters killing demigods and demigods killing monsters.
Then all of a sudden it all turned dark and all Droy could hear was the sound of a horn along with loud ghost shrieks and cries. In the next moment it lit up and he could see himself high above a black majestic castle surrounded by rivers. Far to the horizon all around the place like a ring a glowing bronze light could be seen. The land was divided in three. The Eastern side was bright filled with greenery and life while the western side was barren with rivers mostly flowing with lava. The area surrounded by the river was grey and gloomy except the castle that looked a bit lively with emrald flames lighting it .
East of the castle, some distance away from the castle but close to a milky white river was a herd of sable black cattle. In front of the castle but far away from it was a field filled with people, or rather souls for the sake of accuracy, that stretched farther than the eye could see. Lost souls wandered aimlessly within the dead and barren field with no sense of direction.
Between the land where the souls wandered aimlessly were three golden thrones raised on a podium looking down on those below. Before the three thrones was a small podium that was lower than the thrones giving those on it a sense of inferiority. Beside the lower podium was a beam balance with a feather on it.
To the west of the castle just beside it was an orchard filled with Asphodel, mint, white poplar,pomegranate, Cypress and narcissus plants and further west was a river with dark blue color. The western side emanated sorrow, pain and regret while in contrast the Eastern side gave a feeling of joy and happiness.
Finally, Droy's descent had stopped and he was standing past the huge black iron Gates of the castle on a stone path leading straight towards the huge castle doors. Both sides of the path were lined with white poplar trees with white leaves and white bark.
Droy walked for a while and he had finally reached the castle doors that reached 5 metres tall. The door was black and intricate patterns of Titans humans and monsters carved on it.
"Beautiful", Droy thought.
Before he could use the knocker with a dog head, the doors opened by themselves and from within, a hoarse voice that even though was not loud but seemed to be spoken normally could be heard.
"Son of wrath, descendant of the dark, Welcome."
Then from within the castle Droy could see a handsome man that seemed to be in his thirties with pale white skin and dark silky hair heading towards him. The man had handsome features, a perfect jawline and a slender build that looked good on him doned in a silky black robe and in his right hand a black bident with red glowing tips. He had sharp eyes and pitch black pupils and slim eyebrows.
As he walked the fires on the lamps on the walls would light up with an emerald green fire and the closer he got to Droy the heavier his godly aura got. His aura was heavy and suffocating so much that Droy felt as if his soul wanted to leave his body.
He had an idea of where he was judging by the environment as he descended from above as he had read about it in myths a million times. Seeing the weapon the man was holding and the aura around him that was almost ripping out his soul he knew who he was.
"Hades." Droy muttered.
"Haha...Seems like I'm quite popular, tell me is my reputation good or bad in the mortal world." Hades said with a laugh.
"Errrr...", Droy didn't know how to answer, he was dumbfounded even if it was the third time after Ares and that weird winged-sandal guy in the dream. He was infront of a freaking god in the freaking underworld for goodness sake.
"I'm just messing with you, no pressure, I know how the world sees me. Come let me explain to you everything and the reason I brought you here."