Snippet #1966523

Hades awoke outside, upon a concrete sidewalk. As he began to move his whole body felt harsh and stiff, as if he had been laying there for quite some time.

“Ah...Maybe I did have a little too much drink last night...”

He began to rise, once on two feet he realised something. He was willing his pain to go, but it was not leaving. Gods don’t feel such mild aches and pains. Something was wrong. Hades started to take notice of his surroundings, large buildings of metal and glass dwarfed the area, fast moving vehicles speeded up down the road next to him.

“Is...is this earth?!”

Hades quickly began turn and explore. He was on earth?! And the aches and pain...He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of a nearby window. He was skinny, smart looking even. He had long dark brown hair, he wore some kind of shirt and tie and...Hades readjusted his glasses to get a better look, before leaping back in horror at the realization that he was wearing spectacles. That he had to wear spectacles! That confirmed his suspicions; somehow Hades had been bound to a mortal body. One with inefficient eye sight no less.

“Dammit all to hell!” He yelled into the air.

As he did dark shadows encroached on the sidewalk. As he notice they dissipated, it seemed a mortal body couldn’t completely suppress the powers of a God.

“If Persephone has spiked my drink again I’ll...”

No that wasn’t possible, no matter how much distaste he felt for the girl he couldn’t blame her for everything. But then...what the hell is going on? Hades walked for a little bit, straight down the road he awoke on. Then, without really thinking about it he turned and wound up in front a school. Outside there was a plaque with the school’s name, below it the same name was written in the ancient Greek Alphabet. Along with his own name...and Apollo’s.

“Odd” he thought to himself. “A place of education.”

As he entered he came to a vast coliseum like structure. As he walked he found nine thrones, above one of them the name Hades was once again visible in ancient Greek. The throne was made of bones, much like his one in the underworld. He always found it quite distasteful, but that was the way his throne had always been. He sat on it, and for the first time his feet hurt a little.

“For the love of the titans, how do mortals cope?”

He turned and saw another man on another throne, presumably made of some precious stone. He wore green and had black slicked back hair. He eyed the man up and down.

“You there, who are you? Are you in charge here?”