Chapter 1

The river of lost souls made this place less welcoming than I had imagined. It was normally me sending people down here, not the other way around. The ferryman still demanded drachmas from me. Very selfish if you ask me but, I'm in the underworld so, might as well obey the rules here or get kicked out. Which wouldn't send me back to earth, let's blame Zeus for that part. As I reached the castle of the underworld, there it stood. In all it's glorious darkness and oozing of pure evil. You'd expect red skies and demons roaming everywhere, quite the contrary. Hades was like that, going against the vibe of life.

Instead, he had a huge rose garden near his grey copy of Buckingham palace......very unhell like, I know. I reached the gates of the castle and his hell hound greeted me with it's eyes closed.

"Don't worry, my powers are up on earth along with my head....my head!" I felt around for my head but noooo, I didn't have one. Bummer. How was I seeing ?......I have no idea, so don't ask.

The inside of Hades castle met our usual expectation of the underworld....all red and black everywhere well except the furniture, those were all wooden. I walked into the great hall and there stood Hades, black jeans and tee with a very.......sexy blue hue of hair.

"Well, well, well, look what the gods dragged in or rather, who!"

I swear by Zeus, I would strangle that useless accent out of him then slap the grin off his face, but I need him so might as well act like I'm not crazy.

"Hello Hades." The amount of self control I put into not speaking any words the little hell hounds around would regret hearing was very evident but Hades still wanted to push it. He is really an asshole.

"The great Medusa in the underworld, what brought you here?"

"You know what brought me to the underworld, I'm dead!"

"Oh, I wonder who killed you?"

That's a really sarcastic thing to say, considering you were part of the idiots that cooked up the whole plan. Yet, these are supposed to be the great gods of Olympus. Time for my act I guess.

"Hades please, just drop the act, please." The way men would behave like heroes when they see a woman in distress is still beyond me. He poured himself a glass of wine, or blood, I didn't want to know. 

"What do you want Medusa?!" He dropped the accent and was serious. Thank the gods!

"Vengeance, I want vengeance, vengeance for what Athena did to me!"

"You mean Olympus cause we are the ones that did....this to you." He sipped his wine as he looked me up and down.

"I realized that."

"And you still think you can do it! You! A mere.....demigod! Against the gods of Olympus? You must be insane..."

"We both are, that's why I need your help, with your help, I can do it all, please Hades!"

He dropped his glass on the table, obviously thinking why I would go through all this to get revenge, when he could just easily fuck me over to Zeus. But Hades had scores to settle with Zeus, so, it was worth the shot and when he looked at me with such hope in his eyes, I knew I had won him over.

"I would help you Medusa, but this is the underworld, nothing goes for free in the underworld."

"Any price, I'm willing to pay it. Please, just help me!"

"You belong to me. As your payment, you belong to me and only me. I control you, feelings and all."

"A small price to pay for your help. I agree."

He took me to his fireplace, more like room of creation. Hades had my body remade and with a head this time. My body was restored along with my petrification powers.

The sea and ground trembled on earth, for from the depths of the underworld, a new evil had been born and now, the gods were in for the shock of their immortal lives. The months flew by and soon, Hades began to love Medusa, Medusa on the other hand, she remained focus. Hades was just a tool in her master plan.

"Medusa my love!"

"Yes my Lord, you called?"

"Yes my angel, I wish to make more hell hounds."

"At your service my Lord." I bowed, the nerve of this guy, to call the children I birthed hell hounds. This is all for the plan.

We made our way into his bedroom, as expected, everything was red with black. His bed had skeletons adorned with jewellery and gold. The gentle screams of lost souls could be heard like the symphony of a choir. He loved those screams, they reminded him that he still had control of one thing in his whacked up immortal life, this shit hole called the underworld. Sometimes I felt for him, other times, I felt like he deserved every bit of what he was going through. Right now, I had the other times feeling.

I lay on the bed with my half-full length gown. He crawled unto me, for once, he looked liked he wasn't just doing me a favour. I could see the passion and love in his eyes.

"Should I punish you for your sins my love." His tongue emitted a sensual heat, it wasn't hurting, it was full of passion and love. The type you feel when the warm sun shines on your skin on a chilly day.

"Yes Hades, punish me!" 

Hades morphed into his god form, a slim muscled seven feet guy with glistering golden shades on his skin.....the sounds got stuck in my throat, he looked like a......god! The trousers he wore were too wide for his god form so they slipped all the way down to his ankles. He chained my hands to the bed and lifted me, slowly zipping down my dress. Placing hot kisses from my head to my feet. This new body was able to morph between my snake form and human one. My head was spinning with passion as he made his way all the way down to between my thighs.....it was hard to keep in mind that this was all part of the plan.

"Beg me my angel." He roared gently into my ears. The sound tickled me down to my bones. It was hard to control my body, even my brain was lost in transit and then I spilled out the very words I didn't want to.

"Please Hades! I beg you!" Pulling myself towards him just to feel him closer on me.

He pushed me down on my back, slowly working my sensual part. How bad of him, making me beg for this.

"You're all wet my angel." He chuckled in his deep roar like voice. This was too much for just one woman to bear!

"Hades please stop teasing! I beg you!"

"Beg for what my angel, is there something I'm not doing right?" He asked, devilishly innocent.

"Fuck me Hades! Just fuck me!" 

"All I needed to hear." The sickening smile on his face was evident.

Slowly but surely, he inserted himself into me and started to pound me. Rough but so passionately. I thought my entire body would rip into two, a few more and I could feel a hot liquid fill me and I knew that soon, I would bring forth a new "hell hound" as he called them.

"Oh Medusa! My angel of hell. I love you."

"I know Hades, you tell me everytime."

"And you reply with the same answer....I hope we have a boy."

He placed a trail of kisses down my neck and sashayed his perfect body to his bathroom.......and left me in the chains!

"Hades!"

"Yes devil cake?" He popped his head out the door and I motioned to my wrists. He mouthed an "oh" and made the chains disappear. 

Rubbing my sore wrists, I wondered if this was all worth it. I mean, I knew exactly what I needed to do to set this in motion but once Hades gave the word, the entire nation of the underworld would turn against me. I'll loose all I've worked for so far. Seven years of work would all be wasted. Not ready for that to happen so, I'll just endure. Hades walked out a few moments later, wearing his robes.

"Devil flower? Don't you think it's time to start our plan to overthrow Zeus?"

"My deal was just to kill Athena, nothing more."

"Yes, but you belong to me now so you do what I want okay devil cake?" And in that moment, I realized why I would never like this guy.

"Yes Hades, I know."

"Good, see you at the meeting chambers."

The meeting chambers had a huge wooden blood drop table, on it was a map of Olympus with figures all over it. It was like a war plan, well we were planning a war. Hades warlords and right-hand men were all seated around the base of the table, leaving his throne at the tip of the table. He came in as they all stood in reverence of the god of the underworld. Hades sat on his throne and I sat on mine, beside him before they all sat and the meeting commenced.

"The plan your eminence is to stage a small war, one to get Zeus out but not enough for him to need the bolt. And also, to get all the other gods out and fighting." 

Balchazar spoke like an educated man....well, in ancient Greece, that wasn't like any surprise. The men were on top and us women were down below, I would know, I was slut shamed for being raped. Thank you ancient Greece! If you couldn't tell, I was being sarcastic in the last part. 

But there was something different about Balchazar, the way he looked at me, he didn't judge me, he looked like he understood and was willing to listen....the tears flowed down my face and just then, I realized what I wanted, I just wanted to be seen....to be acknowledged and saved, to be understood. Well I guess if I've realized this this early in my story, that's the end of the story. It wasn't revenge, I just wanted to be seen.

"Won't Zeus need the bolt to fight Balchazar?" If I was in this far, there was no need to get all mushy, I started this, so I'll finish it. Balchazar looked at me, seeing the dried tears on my face.

"Not if we don't wage a serious attack at first my queen."

"So, Medusa steals the bolt while we wage a small war, is that all! That won't give me the throne of Olympus! I need a better plan Balchazar! Don't let me regret not sealing you up!" Hades was such a spoilt bastard, well considering how his parents were, I'm not surprised he ended up this way, honestly, I expected him to be worse.

"Not exactly, your eminence. The plan is of two phases. That's just the first. Medusa goes with only about one-third of the armada whiles once she secures the bolt, you and the rest of the army go in to finish them off. That's just the summary of it."

"Wonderful! Now you're being of good use Balchazar!"

"And Athena? How do I kill her?" That was the only way I felt like all this would make sense, when that bitch was made to pay for all she did to me.

"Once you have the bolt my queen, it's like a walk in the temples....easy. Just smite her, like a god would do."

"What about Hercules, that annoying nephew of mine seems to only be getting worse as the centuries go by."

"The goddess of chaos is working on all our problems... including Hercules. She'll take care of them all."

"Are you sure we can trust Eris with all these, I mean, our plan could go haywire if she jus decided to fuck us over....."

"We can trust her my queen....she too has a score to settle with Olympus, she would be a companion till the end."

"Then it's settled, Medusa steals the bolt while we launch a war on Olympus."

"Yes your eminence."

"Alright then, case closed. Back to work! All of you."

The room was empty as everyone scampered out, no one wanted to annoy Hades. Well, almost empty. There was a little girl in the corner with nothing more than rags on her frail looking body, but she was a pretty girl indeed. She walked up to me....

"Medusa love, you're to turn her to stone, she prefers that than eternal damnation."

I didn't need to be told twice that she was scared, her brown eyes that hid behind her beautiful black hair gave it away....she was scared....a feeling I knew all too well. I took her hands in mine.

"Just think of happy thoughts, it would be better than darkness forever. okay."

Her brown eyes looked up at me, a look that said thank you, thank you for being here, for seeing me. She looked in my eyes, with a bold smile and slowly, she began to freeze and soon, was stone.

The hard part about my power is that I always see the last thoughts my victims see as they become petrified forever, they don't die, only keep those thoughts forever. And as I saw this little girl's thoughts, they were the most beautiful.....me and her in a garden, smiling at the beautiful skies.

The girl was taken away, Hades looked me in the soul, literally and I knew what he wanted....sex. It was all he ever wanted.

"To the red room my angel." He whispered on my neck.

"We're in the underworld, all the rooms are red."

"Nice try Medusa, to my chambers." And up I went as he carried me bridal style to his room. I couldn't wait for the war then I would be rid of him. And so, we began a new form of war, one I had become accustomed to.