Pits and Fire

Adorned in ancient greek armour, hundreds of palace guards lined the stadium sized hall on each side.

Zeus had fallen silent as Will leads us along the side of the great hall. I look past my shoulder at the humongous door of cold metal with the width of two buses and height of pine which opens without a creek to let a single soul enter at a time.

Each time it opens my eyes strain to focus on the tens of thousands gathered at its entrance.

A woman in her late twenties steps through the door and am shocked by her appearance.

Dressed in a simple off-white dress, her body was transparent in a manner that one could make out her features while still seeing through.

After taking notice of my dazed eyes Will took it to himself to lead me.

A few seconds later he tugged at my hand while I stood rooted in spot with my mouth agape.

Suddenly the door, the delarted and the guards were no longer an domineering presence.

Cold, hard glacial stairs lead up to the Golden throne of the Underworld. J