Novel & Cerita Palace Of Hades

A woman who ran. A woman who planned. A woman who believed in exits. The memory existed, but it felt strangely distant, like something she had read about rather than lived. When she finally stepped out into the corridor, the palace was already awake. Servants moved in quiet coordination, their footsteps softened by carpets that seemed designed to absorb sound as much as movement. Somewhere far below, water flowed through fountains that never stopped, even at night, as though silence was something the palace refused to acknowledge. And then she saw him.

I haven’t been here long enough to know of other exits, and it makes sneaking around futile. After what feels like decades traversing the labrynth of buildings and hallways, my vision contorts, colors blend and my knees buckle. I barely make it to a concealed corner when I drop on my knees, damn near shattering the bone and crawl the rest of my way into the shelter. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Lilith, do not cry! But my body doesn’t listen, and the tears fall regardless. They’re silent, but they still count as weakness to me, and when I undertook this mission, I promised not to show weakness, even in the face of death.

A closer look at them, tells me that they are black with a beautiful golden crown engraved on them. Two guards stand guarding the enormous gate and as soon as we come, they bow their heads and open the gates. Is he like the king or something? We soon enter the marble porch which is filled with loads of cars. I look on my left side to see a huge garden, with lush green grass and various flowers. I see some swings as well on which some kids are playing. After climbing on some steps, we reach the wooden door on which their is the same crown engraved. "Welcome to the nightstar castle" Adonis said in his husky voice, which made me drool.

He travels alone mostly, at the start he traveled in groups of survivors of twenty to thirty people but they all succumbed to becoming food of the Pales. Eight years ago, western society as we knew it collapsed due to the sudden appearance of the Pales. These terrifying creatures stood at a height of eight feet and were equipped with claws capable of tearing their prey apart. They initially swarmed cities in large numbers, feeding and causing destruction wherever they went.

“But not enough to stop a king.” He raised his hand. Adolfa’s body lifted off the ground, trapped in smoke chains again. My heart stopped. “No…” Charon smirked. “Hades wants her now.” Hades descend. The crack in the sky widened. Fire spread across the ceiling. The palace shook violently. Dust rained from above. Hades pushed his massive arm farther through the rift. Black fire dripped from his fingers and burned holes in the palace floor. His voice filled the air.

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

My eyes were drawn away by something shiny in the distance and as we flew closer the bigger it became soon to reveal the mythical adobe of the Grecian gods with stunning mansions, humongous colosseums, wide halls and numerous palaces each unique in style while connected by roads of gold. A very low-key neighbourhood. At the centre of this golden city was a palace larger than the rest with swirling dark clouds of a storm releasing silver snakes of lightening that marked its owner and warned intruders. The very humble home of Zeus.

I was so eager to get the hell out of this place that I secretly hoped that he would tell me our morbid discussion was over but he slowly rose from his bony throne and smiled down at me. His smile was more of a terrifying grimace and his teeth were sharp. “I would love to show you around my grand palace. Come with me.” I knew it was going to get worse from here. I reluctantly followed him and we passed through curvy obsidian and golden pillared halls with very high ceilings. It made me wonder how much he was actually worth in wealth. “You said you were born in Hades and ruled over there, how did you establish your rule here in Tartarus?” I asked.

The cursed mansion seemed to breathe a sigh of relief knowing that at least an innocent life is saved tonight. Thanos exited his brother’s room with the thought that the enemies must get ready now. Six years ago, Hades had killed all the staff in a Russian club they had infiltrated. Each one of them died in cold blood. hades had entered their sanctuary alone and when he came back he had left a mountain of bodies behind, floors gushing with the insides of their enemies and his body bathed in crimson. Nothing has changed over the years. While he had his father stopping him keeping him in line before.

Hades prioritized his efforts on Poseidon for the time being because that was the reason he had traveled all the way here in the first place. “What brought you here, Hades?” Poseidon greeted Hades, who had just entered the penthouse, in his customary stern manner. Poseidon had never before shown anyone, not even his brother Hades, the staggeringly beautiful penthouse that he had built for himself. The upper penthouse of Poseidon features a rooftop pool and summer kitchen that is outfitted with integrated appliances, motorized cabinetry with customizable cabinet colors, and under-counter wine coolers from Miele. Hades put on a phony smile as he greeted Poseidon. “I've come to this place to ha