When the Gods Created Monsters: Weapons of War

*Author note: Please read on. This prologue is a very important part to the main story. Thank you for reading and supporting me and my kids! Enjoy as it will be a series and hopefully very long!*

103 B.C

“Mama! Mama! Please! No!” The small eight-year-old screamed in old Latin as two large men tossed her into a cage drawn by horses. They threw her like she was only garbage. She got on her knees and pressed herself against the bars gripping them till her hands were turning pale white. Tears poured from her confused and terrified green eyes as she stared at her apathetic mother. The horses began to walk, making the cage jerk hard, causing her to fall back when she got back up; her mother had a faint smile curled up in the corner of her mouth. Despite knowing it would probably be useless to beg for her release, she continued. Her mother and the seven other people seemed as if she didn't exist. They traveled deep into a thick forest where the horses could barely get to. The confused child looked around to see a stone door in the middle of a mountain wall. When the cage door opened, it was grinding on itself rust falling to the ground. Two of the men piled into the cage with her binding her wrists and ankles tightly with a cloth. They followed that by tying a cloth around her mouth tightly, and she could only muffle screams.

For a while, they walked. One of the big men carried her over his shoulder. They walked for what felt like forever; all of the child's body hurt. Her wrists, her ankles, her mouth, and cheeks, her head pounded in her ears, and she felt like vomiting. Her stomach and chest hurt from being bent over the man's shoulder for so long. Finally, he threw her off him and let her hit the rock ground hard with a thud causing her to begin sobbing.

“Mama.” She cried out intelligibly, but the only reaction she received from her mother was indifference. She did, however, see a glimpse of sadness on the face of one of the men. He was older, with a long scruffy red beard freckled with white, just like his long thick hair that was pulled back tightly with a red piece of fabric. The little girl peered deeply into his eyes, and something inside of him twisted, and he wanted so badly to stop them, but he could never go against the girl's mother. No one could. The Gods had blessed her with eternal life and powers that far surpassed anything or anyone on this earth except for one person. Her daughter.

He was self-preserving when he helped them open the seal of the door to the netherworld. He couldn't toss the child into the darkness himself, so he stood by as two of the other men did. He heard her wail as she hit the stone ground and watched her terrified eyes sear into his as the door closed. The girl's mother turned and looked at him, and he shook the feelings away. They locked hands together, and their bodies glowed a red hue. “Are you sure this is what you want, Paha?” The red-headed man asked the mother before beginning the spell.

“Yes, I am. I have no doubts about the choice I have just made. I cannot have that thing roaming this earth.”

“Alright. Let us begin.” He closed his eyes and bowed his head; the others followed suit. “Claude ostium usque ad infernum demergeris omne quod mundum occupet quod omnia neccesse est manere in aeternum.” They repeated those words three times and the stone door ground with the mountain as dust fell and the permanent sealing echoed down the caverns. Metal in the form of snakes intertwined with each other from both sides and added the final seal. “It is done.”

Paha smiled to herself and walked away with her loyal subjects following her, all of them except for the red-headed man. He looked one last time at the door and took a deep guilt-ridden breath exhaling dramatically before turning his back on the door and leaving the caverns. Upon exiting the caverns, he spelled the cavern entrance so no one could go in without him. “I will be leaving now.”

“If you walk away from me now, you will be killed.” Paha threatened he shrugged.

“And my spells will all be undone, and you will have to face the child you betrayed and doomed to hell.” He said with nothing more and turned to walk away.