Prometheus traversed the underworld, passing through Yellow Spring Biliangzaka, the Gates of Hell, the Styx River, and the Eight Great Prisons. Step by step, he approached the Wall of Sighs, led by Cerberus. As they crossed this wall and moved through the passage of gods, the air was thick with the weight of history and sorrow. Finally, they reached the Pure Land of Bliss.
In this realm, Prometheus was struck by the profound disparity that lay between Hades and the other Olympian gods. The contrast was staggering, a chasm that felt insurmountable. It was a reminder of the immense power and perfection that Hades commanded, even if it currently appeared to be an empty shell. For any god, the notion of raising an army to stabilize such a realm was not just normal; it was an expectation.
"Master Hades!" Prometheus knelt, showing respect and formality, a stark difference from his previous allegiance to Zeus. He was here as himself, not as a mere follower, but as a seeker of wisdom.
Cerberus let out a playful bark before transforming into a small black dog, happily circling Hades. Hades opened his eyes, a calm expression on his face, and beckoned Cerberus to him, gently stroking the creature while keeping his gaze fixed on Prometheus.
"Prometheus," Hades began, his voice steady and measured, "you are a wise god. As a prophet, would you consider joining the underworld? Both Metis and your younger brother could also find a place here."
Prometheus hesitated, aware of how enticing Hades's offer was. The opportunity to bring his loved ones into the underworld was tempting, but loyalty held a greater weight in his heart.
"I am honored, Master Hades," he replied, maintaining his composure. "But my allegiance is unwavering. I cannot dictate the choices of others, nor can I abandon my principles, regardless of the circumstances."
"A pity," Hades remarked, seemingly unfazed by Prometheus's response. The loss of such a clever mind was indeed a regret, but Hades was not one to dwell on missed opportunities. He continued, "Now, tell me why you have come."
"Yes," Prometheus said, a spark of determination in his eyes. "I seek to exchange for a treasure from you."
"Go on," Hades prompted.
"God Killing Flame," Prometheus declared, his voice firm.
At that moment, Hypnos and Thanatos entered the scene, their presence commanding attention. Thanatos, with an air of arrogance, challenged Prometheus, "What do you offer in return? Be sure your reasoning is sound; the underworld does not welcome intruders lightly."
Hypnos smiled, attempting to charm, "If you would join us, Prometheus, we could grant you a place here."
Prometheus shook his head, his expression resolute. "While I appreciate your offer, I seek the God Killing Flame for a reason. I come prepared."
"Speak then," Hades urged.
Prometheus held up a shimmering item. "This is the essence of the ocean. I understand that you are cultivating the World Tree, and while obtaining the four elemental essences may seem easy, the essence of the sky remains elusive."
"I know you possess the essence of the earth, gifted by Gaia, and the essence of the underworld is within your grasp. This ocean essence is my offer."
"Prometheus," Hades said, his tone calm, "you should recognize the value of the Ouroboros and the four elemental worlds. When they are united, they wield incredible power."
"Indeed," Prometheus replied confidently. "However, I believe it will take you time to master that power. I offer you a head start."
Hades's expression remained inscrutable. "The essence of the ocean is easily obtained from Poseidon, with minimal effort and cost. It holds little value for me."
"True," Prometheus acknowledged, unfazed. "But this is just my initial offer. I have something else in mind."
He raised another item, a radiant seed glowing with dark purple and emerald green hues. "This is the seed of the eucalyptus tree. Its significance to the underworld is profound. I am certain that this treasure is not something you can easily refuse, Master Hades."
Hades's gaze shifted, interest piqued. The seed shimmered with potential, and Prometheus felt a flicker of hope. This was a gamble, and he was betting on Hades's ambitions and the importance of the underworld's future.
"What will you do, Hades?" Prometheus asked, holding his breath for the god's response.
In the silence that followed, the weight of their exchange hung in the air, each waiting to see which way the scales would tip.