Underworld Drawing Novels & Stories

Yama laughed patting at Lukas back. My stomach was in knots at that. Sometimes it was nice to know that I was giving birth to someone significant. But also it terrified me that the child was going to have immense power and no one to look after him. Maybe it was just me being overdramatic, but it always haunted me. Lukas proudly smiled and gripped at my waist as if to assure me. *** Underworld was beyond my expectations. I thought it would be darkness everywhere and gloomy scenes with Greek antiquities everywhere. But it was different.

Might've been why Mother tried to get me away from the Underworld, maybe she saw something in me Or maybe she just got tired of being the other woman to my father. The point is, I've never felt the urge to capture and recreate emotions as they come. But the need to immortalize this girl on my canvas makes my hands ache so desperately, I can't fucking explain it. My cock jerks at an image of her in my workshop, head thrown back, naked and panting as I draw smooth strokes over her creamy white skin, molding those rosy-pink nipples so they aren't too perky or too sloppy. Just the perfect angle. Just the perfect emotion. Just the perfect image. She shivers against me and my cock hardens. I step

Coming back to the bed, he pointed to the big fluffy pillows. "Lay back and spread your legs," Spitfire ordered in the tone of voice that Guru never said no to. Even if Doll had the instinct to fight it, his movement suggested otherwise as he abandoned the blanket and did as Spitfire commanded. "It's not Hades's fault. We were playing with Underworld auras we never should have touched." The no-fur's words were laced with a shame that would not help the problem. Anything summoned from the Underworld was created with the sole purpose of punishment. "We try too hard to make the world our playground. To make it our little game, but what choice do we have?"

Hades is an amazing artist. Another picture I saw a demon eating a heart. The strings were coming out of his own chest. Means he was eating his own heart. I gulped once again. In the next picture, I saw a man lying and his soul was leaving his body. Next, he drew a man smiling creepily. His smile was the most horrible thing he drew. Next, I saw a woman’s face. She was smiling through her lips but was crying through her eyes. Her eyes reflected torture but still she was smiling.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

"Luella's right. The Underworld is a realm of endless possibilities. Sure, we deal with our fair share of scumbags, but that's just one facet of our existence." I snapped my fingers, summoning a small flame to dance across my knuckles. "Exactly. We've got the hottest nightclubs this side of the cosmos, art galleries that'd make the Louvre weep, and don't even get me started on our culinary scene." Sebastian's eyes widened, following the flame on my hand. "So it's not all... fire and brimstone?" I laughed, extinguishing the flame with a flick of my wrist. "Oh, there's plenty of that too. But why limit ourselves? We're talking about eternity here, babe. Gotta keep things interesting."

A place filled with dangers, bloodthirstiness and terrifying and ice cold aura. This is... The Underworld. Where killers and criminals reside. Underworld, is a place as huge as continents itself, every continents has an Underworld. It is basically the other world that exists below the ground of our known society. The Underworld is not any different to the world above. Arinea Underworld is currently controlled by an Emperor of Wang Imperial Family, Wang Hou. Vendors are selling different kinds of things beside the road. And also big shops selling jewelries and clothes for women and different kinds of weapons for both men and women.

I said as she smiled, dragging me up to help me dress up. "I want it to be like fate, I want a love that will sweep me off my feet. Like in stories. Mysterious handsome bloodsucker who only wants to change because of me," Selene explained with a weird expression. Her eyes closed as she imagined it. Both I and Zoey looked at each other concerned. "You are living in a fantasy world, wake up," Zoey said. I couldn't help but chuckle as they both turned to look at me. "Mysterious bloodsucker? What is he? Vampire or Werewolf?" I asked amused as I chuckled more.

I had figured that demons were more isolated creatures and it only made me more curious about them. The room was massive in a rectangular shape to fit the table and filled with numerous paintings and art, all different depictions of the underworld. Some had gore and torture painted, another one appeared to be of Adam and Eve and the serpent that convinced them to eat the forbidden fruit, the largest of the paintings was on the longest wall of the room and it looked to be of a war. Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers.

My subconscious blamed me. "You know I will not worry too much about anything." I said to myself. I pulled off my coat and sat on the couch to study the drawings. I have five beings to find and I haven't found any. The three of us had five drawings which were all the same, that made the whole thing look more real. The first, a little boy, around Kabal's age. He has a special kind of eye, it looked too white, not gray, he's a little shepard. Second, like a slave girl, I see that she works in a brothel, She has a short hair that barely reached her shoulder. Third, a male with a pet, a white wild cat. Fourth, also a male, he has a birthmark beneath his left eye. The fifth, it's hard to discern