20th March
12:18 GMT +3
"You've really lived in the Underworld your whole life?
"
Melinoë glances at me and rolls her eyes
again as we fly back over the orchard, heading in the direction of the Gate of Dusk. Turns out that the inhabitants don't have a way of telling directions relative to the ones we living folk use upstairs. Instead of following the magnetic field or the direction of the planet's rotation they refer to directions by the nearest Gate, the four fortified entry points to the Underworld. Most of the Dead enter from the Gate of Shades… South, if you like. Unusually heroic souls -or those favoured by one god or another- would simply turn up in the west, through the Gate of Dawn. To the 'north' is the Gate of Horn and Ivory, a direct passage to the Dreaming for anyone willing to chance it.
"Erebos.
"
"Gesundheit.
"
"What?
"
"In German, it's the polite thing to say after someone sneezes. You said a word without any explanation that would let me work out what you were talking about, so you may as well just have sneezed.
"
She scowls.
"Nearly every pantheon has somewhere for their worshippers' dead. If you call it 'The Underworld' the whole time no one knows which one you're talking about. This is Erebos, after the Titan whom Father defeated.
"
"Odd to name your kingdom after a fallen enemy.
"
"Not when you use his body to make it.
"
I nod and look around. I assume that there's a roof somewhere above us but I can't see it and the ring's scans get a bit odd when I try detecting it.
"Surprised it doesn't whiff a bit by now.
"
"Why would it? He's still alive.
" Ah
h.
"So's Tartarus, actually. Father had to sew them together to make the system work.
"
"Ah
h.
"
Her hands go to her hips.
"Really?
That's what disturbs you? I have
horns, you know.
"
"Yes, and jolly pretty ones they are too. The lighter cream and white contrasts beautifully with your skin. I'll show you a G-Gnome sometime. They have
red horns, doesn't work at all.
"
Her eyes widen slightly.
"What? No, shut up. I'm not talking to you.
"
She accelerates towards our destination, descending through the air as she goes. Is it.. air..? Logically, the Dead would have no need to breathe. Would the gods? And they can definitely
eat, so... I don't know. Maybe Sephtian could make more sense of the magics working here. Or.. maybe the extra overwork would finally be too much for him and he'd explode.
I shrug and fly after her. Hm, while I'm here though… I take a small piece of obsidian out of subspace and generate a filament between myself and the ground. And
transition… No, seriously,
transition? Huh.
Can't transition here. Wonder why? I return the stone to subspace and start making an actual effort to catch up. The ghost lights in this part of Erebos have a slightly orange tint to them, finally giving the area we're passing over a
slightly hellish appearance. Which is odd, because the part of Erebos most like Hell is the Fields of Punishment and
those are Hornwards of the palace. And mostly empty, the Dead of Ancient Greece having long since served the punishment Hades believed due to them for their crimes.
Finite torment for sinners. Because anything else would be barbaric. Suck it, Jehovah.
I'm not sure how big I was expecting the Gate to be. Huge, probably. I mean, Hades wasn't much larger than me but that was probably for practical reasons and primordial beings like the Hekatonkheires are likely massive. If they shoved the -presumably unwilling- Titans down here after the war, along with any other eldritch thing that pissed them off enough, then surely the entrance must be large enough to grant them access? But to be honest, it doesn't look much bigger than a normal doorway. A choke point thing, maybe?
Melinoë has already landed and she's talking to someone… A woman, I think. Looks a bit on the thin side, a tattered cloak clutched around her chest by bony, long-nailed fingers. That's not right. Why would someone here look like that? I frown as I accelerate again.
"…permission, but I'd prefer it if you could talk to him first.
"
The thin woman's bones figuratively creak as she inclines her head, and I get a good look at her face. Cuts cover her cheeks, some scabbed over and others bleeding freely. Her nose is running and
I'm handing her a box of tissues before I become fully aware of it. My nose ran a lot in primary school and I remember all too well how unpleasant it is for that to be happening and have no control over it.
"Melinoë, would you introduce me to your friend?
"
The woman looks at me curiously for a moment, then tries to pull a tissue out of the box with painfully arthritic looking fingers. She scratches at the uppermost one for a moment, then
I take pity and pull one out with a filament for her.
"Allow me.
"
The woman takes the tissue and begins wiping her nose as Melinoë frowns at me once more, in puzzlement rather than irritation this time.
"This is
Akhlys. There's no point trying to make her happy. She's misery personified.
"
"Does she have to look the part, though? Hades doesn't look like a corpse.
"
"I don't know, this is just how she-
"
BABUM.
"-is
what was that?
"
The rings glow brilliantly.
"Ophidian's Benediction, Akhlys.
" Orange smoke flows out of the rings and covers her. I'm not
exactly sure if my usual biomantic techniques can work on divine or semi-divine beings, but damn it I'm going to try. She looks like a famine victim someone took a whip to!
BABUM. BABUM.
Melinoë's eyes widen slightly.
"Stop it. Stop it now.
"
BABUM.
The orange vapour flows into Akhlys' wounds, binds itself to her limbs and flares as it tries to respond to my desires, my despising of the
wrongness of her broken down state. For a moment I see her whole and hale, outlined in orange light. Radiant. Beautiful.
And then everything I've ever valued is gone and I'm lost and it's like a crushing weight and I can barely think beyond my immediate misery and tears are flowing down my cheeks and I can't stand or look up and my mouth is dry and my skin throbs in pain and the tiny grains of stone in the ground under my hands grate and cut as the hunger begins to gnaw at my-.
I gasp and look up, choking back my own sobs as Akhlys lays her right hand on my left shoulder.
"Thank you. For your consideration." She turns to look at Melinoë, the cuts on her face already starting to reappear.
"I do not think this one will be dissuaded."
I shake my head, blink to clear my eyes, then have the ring Rightly Assume my Wholeness.
"Keep the tissues.
" I rise to my feet.
"This isn't the end of the matter.
"
Keeping one eye on me, Melinoë lays her left hand on the slab of stone covering the doorway, then pulls it away as the slab sinks into the ground.
"That was interesting. Try to do something interesting with Cottus as well.
"