Greek FEF: Part I - Underworld's Ascent

[Aurorix]

Chapter 1: Break Out! Teacher vs Pupil!
Year 1420, Month ??? Day ???

 

Your endless toil continues. After that strange boy talked to you no short time ago, nothing happened. Was he just some sort of lost soul who went mad? Maybe it was just your imagination. Either way, this doesn’t change your current situation.

 

Those physically able help lug huge slabs of hellstone bricks into place, some help chisel out said bricks or cast them into molds, and others toil away at the ground making the ground level and fit for construction.There is no time for rest as all souls are whipped and forced to work at full speed. Underworldly wretches keep all in check, tightening chains, whips of fire, and all means of “motivation”. After some unknown time, a break is issued as collapsed workers always lead to delays. Your body’s have become all too used to these long hours followed by short breaks. However, your break comes to you strangely early as its jarring on an instinctual level. Your soul prepared for another long session is shaken up by this sudden course. You’re led individually to an area of the Sotiria you’ve not yet been before. You are given clean views of the looming castle of Tartarus, where the Chthonic gods reside, before being brought inside the Sotiria itself. 

 

The air feels much fresher in here, or maybe it's the lack of ash and the smell of burning charcoal. Your journey ends in a small room whose purpose is yet unknown as it's quite empty, devoid of any furnishings whatsoever. Slowly, more and more folks trickle in, each colorful in their own unique way yet all are still in shackles. Well, save for one girl. What’s going to happen? Every moment of silence feels like an eternity in this silent room, especially with the stares of everyone in the room. Maybe someone should break the ice?
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Or don’t and let it be lame and awkward. I can’t force y’all to have fun.

 

ALL ACCEPTED PC'S ARE FREE TO INTERACT!

[Blasbo]

Owena glances around the room they're currently held in for their break--well, it's a change of scene, at least. For what that's worth when she's still in shackles. Again. She can't help but feel it's some sort of insult from the gods that she's down here like this, in a state she swore she'd never be in again. If that kid she was talking to was just pulling her chain, she's going to kick his ass the next chance she gets; it may incur some punishment but what're they gonna do? Kill her?

 

Another presence catches her eye, and...oh, man. She'd hoped they didn't have her down here, too. She doesn't even really know what to say at first--if only the Fates hadn't been so damned cruel to let her die without voicing her forgiveness. She should probably at least say something, though.

 

She turns her head to face Mercia, her expression somewhat saddened. "...I'd hoped you'd somehow escaped this fate too. The gods really are cruel, aren't they?"

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

Aristotle looked around the room as people came in. He was really starting to believe there might be a breakout. After all, what sense was there in letting these specific people take a break in a different room. He tested his luck. 

 

"Get these chains off me, or get me back to work. My body was just beginning to warm up." Aristotle said to the unshackled girl. 

[Shauntaro]

Aya had been here from the beginning, sitting on a singular chair that she had brought in herself. She sat silently as she casually watched the others begin to speak, she was mostly just hanging around comfortably until she heard someone speak to her.

"Ah hey now, calm down!" She replied while stroking the hair on the side of her face. "Just take it easy and wait for a little while, there's no need to be in such a hurry, yeah?"

[Chevaleresse]

"Easy to say for the one not in chains. 'Course, being impatient for this to be over with assumes this isn't another form of torment by the gods." The tall figure leaning against one wall spoke, irritation showing in her face and voice. "It'd be just like them."

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

If the air was tense before, it suddenly intensified threefold in the span of an instant. Footfalls of a giant sounded as The first Dread Captain entered the collective space that these fated few were gathered. If there was anything about the legends that proved true it was his supposed size. He was a hulking demon, standing tallest in the room, he wasn't quite as muscular one who was rushing to be out of irons or be back to work... however he was close. His bulk sung to the work of a shipwright or a sailor... the body born from a man who had laboured at the docks or at sea his entire life. He was nothing but raw power in a suit of flesh, a tower of muscle. He smelled to match, faintly of the open sea despite all the soot and ash that clung to his form. It was easy to say the brine wasn't a pleasant addition to the marginally clearer air of the room. But it was the grim visage of his that spoke the most of him, that was so unmistakably the Accursed Demon that once was the terror of all the seas.

 

The face of a sea creature itself, a demon of tentacles that hung around his chin as if it were a beard. A devilish grin set into his features that spoke of a distant madness as if it was carved into his very skull. His eyes were a stormy unsettling blue, as if the roils of a tempest were right behind that horrid face of his. He swept his gaze around the room taking in each ad every person, corner and detail, and most importantly the gazes of any who lingered on him. A silent laugh bubbled in his chest, perhaps more unnerving then had he burst into a fit of it. Madness knocked at his door, but he was the one knocking. This man, He was Ignacio Blightwater, the Kraken of The Damned, He who Smashed Chains, and bore the Cursed Anchor Brinequiste. The devil that sew so much terror a bloody sea was named after him. And truly bloody that sea was, filled with the blood of those that thought they better than other life, thought they were just in slapping irons on those supposedly beneath them. The true trash of this world that this man had robbed of their pathetic lives and tossed to the accursed waters.

 

The very waters that would become his own tomb. He always thought that was funny. After he was mad about it for a century or two, but funny nonetheless. 

 

"AHAHAHAHA!" he suddenly burst out of nowhere. "Yer people 'ave lit'le love fer yer own gods don't cha? 'ilarious. Landlubbers never change, does me 'eart good."

[GodofGamingRWBY]

Through all his years of being worked down to his soul, Vlassis had never been in this situation. He had resigned himself to being a tool for the Underworld's projects, fit only to build and suffer as they demanded. A brief moment like this, with clear air and without the looming threat of 'punishment' for relaxing for too long was something the old warrior had almost forgot could exist. It changed nothing of his situation, chained and humbled as he was, but it was a respite that he could enjoy.

 

If only the same could be said for the others with him, various faces from different walks of life and time. And what seemed to be a sea spirit larger than he was, something that was somewhat rare when Vlassis was alive. For as long as he had been in this realm, the past few days have clearly been... Odd, from this situation to the boy who had singled him out with that particular question of his.

 

"Considering our situation, is it much of a surprise?" Vlassis spoke up, glancing up at the sea spirit before turning his gaze towards both the boy and girl who had spoken up earlier, "The lady has a point though. If this is a preparation for some new torment or just a simple respite from the constant work, it would be good to make the most of it. You might never get the chance again."

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

The kraken laughed yet again, his voice much like the wood of a ship scratching across a sandbar. It had a unpleasantness to it, and yet demanded attention and respect... perhaps it was why he could be the dreaded captain of a mighty crew. He had a natural and terrifying charisma, a silvery devil's tongue that even if it spoke nonsense you couldn't help but think he had a point. Everything about him made him seem fake and yet he stood there, the demon your mother told you about at bedtime that'd take you away if you misbehaved. The Briny Devil gave a rictus grin, unnerving and unsettling. "AHAHA, point taken lad. But no, it be nary a surprise ta me ye still follow that lead is still tied. Ye should fink of grabbin' yer own tiller mate, steer yer own course. It's a 'ellova better time lemme tell ye. Why follow the designs of people who don't even 'ave the decency ta say 'ello before dey fuck ya?" he gurgled another laugh to himself.

Clearly wasn't the sort ta care about vulgarity. "Now, which ever of dose made mangoes... they're alright." he added swiftly, his grin somehow widening even more.

[Chevaleresse]

"Why would I have any love for the gods? All they've ever done is throw trials at my feet and spit in my face." It almost looked like the woman was going to do the same to accentuate her point, but she refrained. "Spiteful, capricious, and petty, that's what they are."

[Shauntaro]

Aya watches in mild amusement at the lot start conversing, a smile of calm enjoyment on her face as usual. A few moments pass, before the girl puts on an expression of realization. 

"Alrighty.. it should about time now, I think!" As she reaches below the chair she had been sitting in to bring out a small drum.

[RedMageCole]

Mercia felt pathetic. How long had she been rotting away in this hell, covered in the cold blanket of self-loathing? She felt pathetic because it hadn't been that long, surely. A few years probably wasn't anything to the denizens of the underworld, but it certainly was a lot to her. She was tired. Tired of existing. She hated the fact that there was an afterlife, because it meant that she couldn't just resign to her fate and completely die. She was dead, but not really. It was exhausting. Exhausting being alone without anyone to keep her company. Her phoenix, her king, her friends...

 

Her sister.

 

Every time Mercia thought of her sister, the thought of her face and her last words echoing before she allowed herself to fall on the battlefield made her collapse. She didn't shed tears, but she felt an emptiness that was worse than tears. She at least wished for that much emotion, to know she was still alive— how stupid of her, she wasn't alive, she was dead. But could she really call this being dead? It felt worse. Worse than death. She would have given anything to just escape it, to have a second chance...

 

And so her second chance came.

 

If she had any semblance of her old self, she would have laughed. How ridiculous, the idea of being free from death? She was dead, and nothing was going to change that. And yet, something was oddly comforting about the presence. Maybe it was the fact that he was the first one to talk to her in years— it was probably that. And so, she waited. She hated having to work, but at least she could work with some sort of renewed vigor; maybe there was a chance. Or maybe it was just some soul pulling a prank on her. Either way, it gave her something to keep her going. It was nice to not be whipped into submission from being slow or suffering from an emotionless breakdown.

 

Her break came early, though she didn't notice at first; she hadn't gotten used to when break time was, it was all the same to her. She waited, twiddling her thumbs, wondering if the so-called savior would come during break, only for the voice to hit her. She hadn't been really listening to the other voices, but that voice that she heard... It was singled out in her mind. For even just a second, it didn't register— it had been so long. And yet, when she turned and saw, she felt all of that emotion and excitement begin to wither into complete and utter... why? Why wasn't it hope? Why wasn't it joy and excitement? It had been so long, they were finally together, and yet...

 

"...It... It happened shortly after—" A slight hiccup. "H-... How can you still look me in the eye? After what I did?... We had been apart for so long, and I gave you the worst greeting in the history of-" Mercia paused, stifling a little giggle at her own silly behavior despite her sorrow; it seemed that part of her hadn't left her after all. A few tears slid down her cheeks, as if to remind her that she was indeed still someone. "...Th... That guy... with the crown and the mismatched eye colors... did he call for you too?"

[Powder Miner]

Eulalia did her best to try to rub her wrists past her manacles as she stood in the room with all of these strange other people. Sharp eyes took in the room's occupants, meeting for the time the eyes of the especially bizarre massive squid-man, and as she scanned the happenings of the room, she could practically see small plays in motion. The two dragonborn girls -- that was clearly some sort of tragedy, there. The squid-man... well, he was an opaque sort, boisterous, odd, and rather dead: that was the protagonist of a satyr play. Eulalia found that finding stories to create plays from was the easiest part of the whole affair; all that one had to do was look closely enough and a thousand dramas passed through each day, from a thousand people, and this small room that she'd been led to was no exception at all. Eulalia had kept these things in mind for the six years that she'd been in this terrible place... the whips and toil and exhaustion and, oh, more fucking whips, they hadn't managed to make her let go of these methods and ways of seeing the world that she so cherished.

 

She hadn't let them. Eulalia had seen some of the people here, broken, dull-eyed, nothing but moving bodies with seemingly no soul or spark driving them. She'd always preferred to die than give herself over to mediocrity and be led around like a sheep... and she'd already died, so that one wasn't an option. Six years, six long, painful years, had all been spent struggling and rebelling and screaming out and fighting and planning, to what degree she could ever manage. Though she'd been tortured many a time for it, opposition had only ever made Eulalia flare up brighter and angrier. Now, she supposed it was time for a little more of that flaring up, because now was the opportunity that she had been holding close to her soul for so long. If they succeeded, she knew what she was going to do. If they failed, well, it would be a pain in the ass for the worms running this place, and she could be happy with that while she prepared again.

 

"Maybe that kid is actually holding up to his word, huh? Sure hope so, though I'm not going back without kicking out someone's fucking kneecaps if not. I have places to be, I have plays to write, and I sure as shit have other things to do."

 

By this, Eulalia meant that she had someone to kill.

[Aurorix]

As chatter began to rise, it was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open and some kind of odd music being played by the only person not cuffed. Someone had just jump kicked the door open, the hinges definitely didn't like it either as the door now leans over. Momentum still carrying the figure forward it goes into a series of front flips and twirls, somehow not hitting anyone, all the way to the other end of the room. The figure then stands with its back facing the group, a hood up, its left hand making a claw-like shape in front of its face with the right wrapping around its chest. Something about that coat is familiar.  

 

"I see you're all here, good." Yep, that voice is totally that boys voice.  "As promised I've assembled you all here and I will make true of my offer. However... the climb out of the underworld will not be an easy one. Scorching fields, tornadoes of fire, seas of magma and hellish fiends lie between us and the surface. That's the easy part, however, as we also have a war to stop and a weapon to destroy! All of these are daunting tasks I know, and I will not fault anyone who does not feel up to the task. If you are getting cold feet do not worry, I shall have someone escort you out of the place and you can enjoy Asphodel to your hearts content. However, should you yearn for justice and peace then know that..." The boy dramatically takes off his hood as he says those last few words, before turning around halfway, his coat trailing behind him, and giving an over exaggerated point towards the group,

 

"Then know that I, ARGOS VON BODIN! 'THE INVOKER OF MAYHEM', also known as THE SON OF HADES and often addressed as THE UNDERWORLDLY PRINCE, shall accompany you to that surface and help ensure justice for all!" He twirls his pointed finger into a fist pump,  "What say you all!? Who's with me!?" His eyes glance towards the one playing the music, almost as if asking 'How am I doing? Am I doing good?'.

[Powder Miner]

Eulalia watched the figure enter the room in his very odd way, with an introduction that went far too hard and far too long... and she grinned, widely. Sure, his entrance had been dramatic to the point of being entirely silly, and she'd be dead before she ever wrote a character entering in the manner of this Argos von Bodin (well, actually, she was dead, she guessed, but still), but that wasn't what she found herself immediately liking. No, she watched him kick the door halfway off of its hinges, and all she could do was smile. If anyone was going to help her get up, get out of here, and kick some ass, it was somebody who had enough soul and energy devoted to it to casually knock a door halfway out of existence just introducing himself.

 

Accordingly, she stepped forward and gave Argos a very thespian bow, before flashing him that grin more directly and starting to speak with a tone that was confident but just a teeny tiny little bit teasing -- she had already seen enough to want to throw in behind him, but of course he was silly enough that she couldn't help but want to mess with him a little, even if that in this case meant pumping his ego.

 

"My my, a demigod? Son of Hades, no less... you're a very relevant figure, aren't you? If this all works out, Argos von Bodin, I guarantee you that you're going to show up in the world of the arts... satyr plays, I could imagine. But I've been looking for someone like you for a looong time. The whole time I've been down here, I've been waiting for somebody like you. I am more than ready to get out of here, whatever it takes, and I've sure got some justice to dispense."

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

"So that's your game huh." Aristotle grinned. Argos seemed like a proper fool, but he knew that from the start. But it didn't matter if he was foolish or not, Aristotle had a gut feeling that this wasn't a joke, that this man could actually get him out of the underworld. And it seemed like his gut feeling was correct. His body naturally tensed up, as he straightened his back and stretched his arms as far as his restraints allowed him. "I don't know about all this peace and justice. Once I've done my part, I'll go share some Spartan justice of my own. Even if one day our paths won't align, my spear and body are at the service of this little fellowship. I hope we can all become great friends." His last sentence was delivered with a smug grin, and a sarcastic tone. 

[Shauntaro]

Aya wasn't sure how the other's were finding Argos' grand entrance, but he did seem very excited to do it. In the end, it did seem to get everyone's attention at least! Upon seeing Argos looking her way, she responds with an excited smile and a thumbs up as if to say "You're doing good!"

[RedMageCole]

Mercia sighed at the sudden arrival. Couldn't it wait? After a flashy entrance that she did admittedly feel a bit indifferent towards, no offense to this Argos, just that you just happened to pick someone I really wasn't mentally prepared to see again, Mercia turned back to Owena.

 

"I'm... I'm in only if you are."

[Chevaleresse]

Korinna closed her eyes and took a deep, deep breath. She needed this chance - it's not like opportunities to escape from the underworld came up often and she somehow doubted any of her own compatriots would be coming for her - but just getting along with this kid was going to be a trial in and of itself. Eventually, she worked up the ability to reply with something other than outright hostility. 

"I'll work with you. But no more backflips. Please."

[GodofGamingRWBY]

For Vlassis, the boy's entrance was met with a fairly neutral stare from the man, processing his entrance before letting out a small laugh, shaking his head in response to the absurdity of it all. His life, and death, had no meaning to him, so he had always been willing to take up the boy's offer if they crossed paths again. As long as he had a purpose, he would've been satisfied. But the confidence and energy the kid had shown in the first few seconds of his introduction, revealing practically everything the Wandering Daemon needed to know about his "savior".

 

"So... You really were serious about your offer. Hard to say I wasn't surprised, though I never expected a demi-god to recruit damned souls."

 

"I cannot say that I know anything about peace, but justice is something I'm well aware of. Although going against workings of the underworld is a fool's battle, if you are truly as confident as you present yourself..."

 

"Then consider my steel yours, Argos Von Bodin."

[Blasbo]

It's clear that the two of them have a lot to talk about. She's been grieving, and no doubt beating herself up about what happened, and Owena wants nothing more than to ease that pain. Yes, she would have liked to not die if possible, but the fact is that it wouldn't have happened if Athena or Ares could get their head out of their asses and admit a loss--that combined with how her behavior in their dying moments told her loud and clear it wasn't an intentional thing meant to Owena that those two gods are more to blame than any of them. Not just for their tragedy, but for any tragedy that occurred in the long, senseless war. If there's someone Owena should be wanting to get back at, it's them.

 

But, it seems from the fact that the door's just been kicked down, that talk's going to have to wait. Yeah...that's him. The weird kid who'd chatted her up about escape. Looks like he was serious about it then. She can't suppress a scoff at Aristotle's eagerness to leave--oh, what, was slavery not suiting him? Surely he deserved it for being weaker than the gods?--and she is slightly annoyed at the interruption, but apart from that she's got no qualms with the general idea of it. She's had enough of this place for an afterlife.

 

"...Yeah. I'm in with this. This war's a travesty that never should have gone on this long, and I'd like to end it if possible. Also..." She turns back to Mercia. "I think the both of us had our fill of slavery long ago, don't you?"

[RedMageCole]

Mercia gave a gentle nod, looking back to Owena with a rather sad smile. She certainly had been used to slave work even if she went back to it after a long time, but when invigorated she did want to get out of there as soon as possible.

 

"Yeah... Yeah, I have. Then I'm in," Mercia said with a slightly newfound resolve, turning back to Argos. "I'll trust that you'll lead us well, erm... Argos von Bodin." She did hope she got his name right, he really did try to practice his introduction.

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

The hulking sea giant was silent for a time until once more that brine laden laugh gurgle out from his gullet. "BWAHAHA!" He paused for a moment and it became clear reading that man's expressions was ever the pain in the ass. He never stopped smiling, and it was infuriating. "Firstly lad... good show good show." The kraken slowly clapped his crusted worn hands together. The light film of muck and slime made for a rather lovely sound when they met. It was unclear if it was sarcastic or genuine. That probably meant the former but it was hard to know with this devilish trickster. It perhaps became a little more clear with the next words out of his mouth... or maybe even more confusing?

"Yer an idjit! BWAHAHAHA! Mayhaps the largest fool in this room!" He said the grin never once leaving his barnacle encrusted face. He was clearly sizing up the one called Argos, looking him over, inspecting him with those accursed blue eyes. The storm roiling within them seemed as mirthful as he. He wheezed out yet more words, another waft of the sea to accompany them. "Aye, iffen I wasn't 'ere anyway! 'Istory loves 'er fools, after all I be forgotten down the bottom dat nameless lake otherwise. BWAHAHAHA!"

 

He made a step forward, his weight clear in the sound of his footfall. It only grew all the more clear that Argos had perhaps invited a force of nature into their midst, rather than a man. And what this roiling tempest in a skull was, his true nature... was perhaps known only to himself... or possibly no one. "I've got no stake in yer petty conflict, and justice is some purtty word ye lubbers use ta justify killin' each other or takin' out tiny petty revenges. None of that shite matters ta me."

 

He made to leave, a dramatic spin on his heels, rather nimble for a man his size. It was perhaps as much flair as Argos had shown in his prior theatrics, however of a more sensible kind. And it was just that, theatrics. For as he nearly reached the exit back ito those flames of hell he turned, wreathed in the glow of choking ash. " 'Owever, No prison of yer petty gods can keep Ol' Blightwater! BWAHAHA! And further, I tire of this idle patter and labor. Brinequiste needs his exercise, and so do I. So, I'll go wit'cha. And I'll fight fer ye, but don't come cryin' ta Ignacio about yer 'Oly Wars. I'll 'ave no part of yer gods and their divine plans. I 'ave me own thank ye. I'm just along fer the good times." you get the feeling he means something quite specific when he says that.

[Aurorix]

His confidence was reinforced seeing the thumbs up from his assistant in the corner of the room, however, his composure was just as quickly broken from Eulalia's comment.  "R-really? I don't really know what this sattire thing is but a play about me would be awesome! Though, it probably won't be able to capture all my glory!" He spoke flustered at first before pounding his chest with his fist. 

 

When Aristotle confirmed a wash of relief then excitement coursed through the boy's face not noticing any hint of sarcasm in his voice,  "Ah hell yea Ari!" The boy instinctually did a small hop a swung his fist in the air, "I can't wait to see you in action! Truth be told I've always wanted to spar against another person going by the name 'Bull'! We definitely have to do that sometime!"

 

Now turning towards Korinna, he shrugged,  "Sorry, thats gonna be a 'no way' from me chum." He follows that up by doing another flip in place and crossing his arms,  "That's just the Invoker style, you get me? Heh heh." He said that last part with the cheekiest of grins.

 

"Wow, Vlassis, you're a more mellow fellow than one would think coming from a man called the wandering demon. Not that it is a bad thing, Welcome aboard!" The boy followed with a warm smile.

 

"and the sibling duo joins us as well! With that we have just enough to make the trip through to the surface! Nice! However, there's still one more..."

 

The boy just starred awkwardly at the squid man. It was hard enough to decode what he was saying let alone understand his meaning,  "I... don't know what the other gods have to do about this, this whole thing isn't really for anyone of them. All I want to do is stop all the unnecessary deaths happening. But I'm glad you're coming all the same." He gave an awkward thumbs thumbs up to the squid before looking everyone over.

 

"I think thats everyone... yea it is! Yes!" A noticeable easing of the muscles and a sigh of relief come from the prince of the underworld,  "Phew, I was afraid no one would join. Guess I was worried for nothing huh?" Before anyone could respond the sound of metal clanging and loud stomps echo through the door. Then out from the doorway is what seems like a woman wearing holy attire but with demon-like wings and a tail standing there both in equal amounts flabbergasted an enraged.

 

"First, I'm forced to buy all the weapons for the group, one of which is a giant cursed fucking anchor. Then with those said weapons, sneak around this temple with 2 giant winged animals with the rattling of metal following us. And what to I hear coming from this room? The sound of a door slamming off its hinges and music echoing through the halls. What part of KEEPING HIDDEN doesn't get through your thick skull!?" She storms over to the prince, pinches him by the ear and drags his head down.

 

"OW OW OW! I'm sorry okay? I've just been practicing this for 3 weeks and I wanted to show it off!"

 

"Oh? So you're perfectly fine practicing useless theatrics but when it comes down to actual studying you can't even garner a spec of focus or drive huh?" Still glaring down at the son of Hades with the occasional eye lock-on to Aya as well. She speaks a bit more loudly as if addressing the entire group.  "Your supplies are inside the gangs strapped to the animals, I'm sure you all know what you ordered and can find it." While you would love to do exactly that, the problem of your bindings is still present as no one exactly released them yet. Yea... definitely not the most organized group. Good luck with that.

[Shauntaro]

Aya walks up to Argos and the angry succubus dragging him by the face trying to get the latter to to ease up her grip on the prince. "Ahh now now, we may have been a little messy with all this, but Argos did real good" Aya says while patting the taller man on the back. "He definitely manage to get them all riled up with morale.. I'd say that's a good thing. Wouldn't you, Lund- ..Alunda?" 

She pauses a bit after almost making the succubus more angry than she already is, before continuing. "But really, thanks for helping us get the supplies! I promise I'll find some way to repay you to make up for all this sometime yeah? Hahahaha.." She gently laughs.

[Aurorix]

At the sound of 'Lund-' her glare immediately transferred to Aya,  "'a little messy' is an understatement. Do you want word to get to Hades before we even set foot outside the compound and I thought I told you to never call me that! I'm your senior and you will address me as such! Also another thing, you empowering him to these idiotic things isn't helping!" By now the succubus has long released the prince from her grasp and has been closing the distance between her and the newbie. Argos put himself between the two, mainly just facing Alunda,

 

"Alright Alunda, I understand. I'm sorry for getting a bit too riled up but we weren't wrong about everyone agreeing to join! I also know you're just trying to keep me safe and I thank you for that, so lets just settle down."

 

She grips the bridge of her nose and lets out a long sigh filled with a lot of pent up emotions. 

 

"You're right, I'm... sorry for bursting out like that." She grabs her shoulder and droops her head in embarrassment, she then remembered something important, "Oh, Lord Thanatos said he'll be here in a few moments."

 

"That's good to here, he's better at explaining stuff than I am."