Page 133 of Hades' Shadow
“Let’s find a place away from the fucking pit,” Raven says and shivers.
“Agreed, it’s fucking creeping me out.” I turn to scan the vast wasteland.
A tortured scream fills the air. I jump and rush away from the pit.
Nope, I do not want to listen to evil beings being tortured all night. That is not on my top one hundred list of things to do while in the underworld.
Adrian races up next to me and keeps pace with me.
“Why aren’t we just looking for the helm and getting the hell out of here?” Adrian asks with a frown.
“I think it’s best if we draw them out. We are this close.” I stormed forward.
Jayden nods to an outcropping of rocks. It will give us the most cover out of anywhere and hopefully it’s far enough away from the pit that it will cover the screams.
“Beth is right. I think the helm is in the fucking pit. I do not want to go down there and find out what Tartarus really holds,” Jayden says, his eyes haunted.
I stop as a rumbling under the ground makes me stumble.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask with a sigh.
Can’t we just catch a break? Why does there always have to be something in the woodwork that wants to kill us?
“Can we catch a break? Gods, this is annoying.” I shake my head.
Raven pulls her ax out and scans the area. “Something big is coming after us.”
“Yeah, what is all in Tartarus? What’s that big?” I ask as the ground shakes again.
“I don’t think it’s in Tartarus,” Jayden says softly.
The ground shakes and the outcropping of rocks shifts. My eyes widen in shock.
What the fuck is that?
One eye blinks open in the middle of a huge head and I curse, calling my whip. It’s a fucking ancient-ass cyclops.
“What the actual fuck?” I yell and jump back.
“How did he get out of Tartarus?” Jayden whispers. “The ancient cyclops were among the first to be imprisoned there.”
“You,” the cyclops bellows, pointing at Jayden. “Hades.”
“I’m not Hades and he didn’t trap you there. You were imprisoned with those who trapped you there,” Jayden says.
The cyclops sits up and the ground rumbles again. One blue eye blinks, and I curse.
“The damn oracle said one blue eye,” I say, gripping my whip tighter.
I peer over at Raven who widens her eyes.
“Is it friend or foe, though?” Raven whispers.
The cyclops watches us warily. “No deserve to be in Tartarus. Bad men there.”
“No, I don’t think you deserve to be there either,” I say, holding up a placating hand.
“Zeus?” the cyclops asks with a tilt of his head.
