Still Have A Job
Somewhere in the Caribbean, underneath the sea...
On the sea floor, at certain depths, light doesn't reach. Water crushes all things, no exceptions should exist. If such an exception exists, that can only be magic.
A male figure with blue fire for hair, a black robe, and a monkey trapped a death grip with his left hand. Death walks on the floor of the ocean at a steady pace. Blue light shining into the surrounding darkness. The monkey swings arms, legs, and tail, wildly around. Grey right hand grips a monkey's leg bone, then releases the left.
"Here?" the voice of the grave asks the captive.
"Yes, here, ya blier bilge! The gold calls out." Jack, the monkey, responds. If his captor hadn't already proven Jack cannot break from them. Jack would tear his captor apart. Only the crazy would accept their inevitable fate, normal people fight with everything they have.
*Snap* Jack's captor snapped with his left hand. Globes of blue fire scatter into a octagon around captive and captor. Illuminating the scattered coins of cursed aztec gold. One of which Jack stole, which had granted him immortality as an undead monkey. Jack watched his captor, fearing what would come, death.
"No." the grave spoke with finality. The globes of blue fire dove into the gold, and the gold began to melt. Sounds in a rhythm, begun from nowhere, became a drum beat with lyrical accompaniment. Then the ghosts arrived.
Bare chested, with ghostly leaves on their ankles, ghostly circlets, ghostly rectangle clubs of wood and metal jutting from two sides of the wooden rectangle in a pattern, ghostly cloth covering their waists.
"Rest." Commands the grave. In death, all are equal. All know the language of death, thus death knows all languages.
"No, this is ours. We lost everything!" Jack hears one of the ghosts say, and Jack knows. Now, he is truly dead. Immortality will be lost when the curse is completely broken.
The ghosts struggle to raise their clubs, to move, to do much more than speak. None can defeat death, merely speak against. Everything eventually dies.
Beneath the waves, the grudge of the betrayed fought the will of the dead. Blue flames burned at the gold, no longer just melting, but turning the gold a different color completely. Dull grey, like stone.
Soon, Jack died. The ghosts of the Aztecs vanished. Leaving Hades holding a monkey's ghost on the ocean floor.
A ghostly monkey is held by Hades grip.
"Enter." With the command. Jack vanished from the world. Hades did not vanish. Hades kicked against the water, rising with each kick to the surface where his chariot glided.
"Why not stay? There's much to talk of." A female voice. Enchanting, captivating, chilling. Globes of blue fire surrounded Hades at a vast distance at points in the shape of a constellation. Increasing in intensity, rapidly evaporating the water closest to their flame. Hades continued to climb for the surface.
"I heard your story." Pictures in the water appear, a replica of Hades standing proud on a mountaintop with his family in chains.
"I thought you would avoid the world. Sealed in your mountain, satisfied, like a great, fat, whale." Siren song dripped honey words across the water. Hades continued the climb for the surface.
"So many fight, for what? A return to yesterday? You don't fight. You trade, like a merchant." Words around the water haunt Hades journey to the surface. "We can make deals. You know what we are."
Hades gave no reply to the voice.
"Humph, men are always running off. Leaving us in the dark." A new voice, still female, enters the ocean. Loud, boastful, and noble.
"Not always," faintly speaks the first female voice.
"That's what I love about you. You made the man. A marvelous twist on the tale of the love-struck. Even he was unfaithful. Unwilling to know you," says the voice of female nobility.
The first female voice is silent. Hades peacefully continues his ascent through the water. Globes of fire following him in the dark.
"We're practically family granduncle. Won't you help a poor sinning relative out?" The voice of nobility asks of Hades.
Hades remained silent, the waters he climbed became brighter. His ascent faster, as the water itself aided him to the surface.
"That brat, why can't you do something about her, Calypso?" Ursula, the voice of nobility, asks.
"Ha, chain the sea? Again!? Your chains are broken, have some kindness for those who were never bound!" the first female voice, Calypso, replied with venom.
All things die, even the oceans. Nothing can stop death. The oceans have nothing Hades will not eventually grasp, as long as they are alive. Even the ocean that aided Hades has nothing that he can't get eventually. Given enough time, he would leave the domain of the sea on his own.
Hades finally broke through the surface. The globes of fire winking out behind him. With a final kick against the waves, he launched into the air and onto his chariot. A black winged beast with red eyes pulls Hades' black smiling chariot through the air. Below, the water moves in waves. In other parts of the world the seas cut and tear at those inside, upon, and outside the water. Lightning blasts strike unsuspecting vessels, while somewhere else the voice of a mer move the world to cry with her. Lakes boil, pop, and host asylum. Destruction is everywhere on the waters of the world, except in the Caribbean. A black cloud of ominous doom covers the sea, scaring all who approach. As Hades' chariot moves across the sky, the cloud follows the chariot.
Hades rides across the Caribbean sky. Into the Mediterranean sky, to Greece's sky, and to Olympus. Not much changed in Greece with Hades in charge. Rebels rose up, rebels failed to succeed. The people's only mercy was Hades did not need to hunt the rebels down himself to ensure his rule, when the fates decreed his win. Farmers farm, merchants struggle, people still live.
The black beast and Hades's chariot are at the foot of Hades home on Olympus. Before Hades can rest, a girl throws herself at him. Barely catching her into a hug. Hades smiles at the woman latched onto his embrace,"Persephone".
"Are we dating Maleficent?" Persephone, the embodiment of spring youth and courage, questioned her bad boy with a perverse grin. Death didn't know what to say.
Word Count: 1074
AN: As the Lord of dead I don't see Hades just ignoring the multiple undead wandering the world. But, whatever, QM choice.
