<><><>Children of Hades<><><>
It’s endless. The sand to the right, the sea to the left, the dark sky, they are endless. There is no horizon separating them, only fog blurring the furthest regions. Where am I? she thought, groaning inwardly as she pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Every muscle ached as she strained to stand. She looked around her, taking in the almost maddeningly monotonous view.
“You weren’t supposed to die yet.”
She flung around, her long red hair whipping her face. For a moment, she was too stunned to breathe. Before her stood a man, tall, tanned, and generally beautiful with slippery black hair that hung at his jaw. He looked old and young, tired and energetic as he started to pace around her. “Who are you?” she asked. The man said nothing, and continued to circle his prey.
“I can take you back, to the land of the living,” he said with a cool tone. He stopped in front of her, and she noticed the scars that ran across his arms and face. “I can even make you immortal.”
She stared him in the eye, or at least where his eyes were supposed to be. In their place were two black voids, lit by small, blue flames. “You’re trying to tell me I’m dead, right?”
“Am I not succeeding?” He smirked at his joke, and grew serious once more. “Do you have a better explanation as to this place, as to me? Let’s see what you remember.” He touched a finger to her forehead, and the world started spinning.
She stood on an overpass, the wind pressing on her back and making her teeter. Siren’s blared, an officer’s amplified voice echoed around, but she didn’t hear. She had made up her mind. Her eyes fell down to the concrete below, the sanctuary. It would be so quick. A different siren, a fire truck’s siren found it’s way to her ears. They’d better not try to take me down, she thought. I’ll do it myself.
She spread her arms wide and started counting. Ten… Nine…
“Izzy!” Seven… Six… “Isabelle, don’t!” Four… Three… Two… “I love you, baby!”
Isabelle stopped, and turned her head. A young man cam up to her on the road. “You can start over,” he said with a smile. His wonderful, calm way, the one that had made him her best friend. He held out his hands to her. She reached out to take them.
And a final gale made her slip.
Everything swirled back, and she was with the man again. He raised his eyes to hers. “Something happened to change fate. You weren’t supposed to fall.” Her breathing was hard, her mind was swimming. Nothing made sense. This wasn’t the afterlife she had been promised. There were no fluffy clouds. There were no pits of flames waiting to consume her. There weren’t even any souls screaming from the tortures of Tartarus. But she did believe she was dead, now that she had watched herself die.
Isabelle swallowed and took a breath. “You can take me back?” The man nodded, then said, “You’ll have to work for me.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she went back into denial. “Just tell me who you are!” she screamed.
“Will you accept my proposal?” She groaned when he said this. Her head went from side to side as she played a mental war with herself. Finally she thrust out her hand a muttered a “Sure”. The man took her hand and smiled.
“I am Hades.”
<><><>What are Children of Hades?<><><>
You died before your time had come and wanted your life back. Hades gave it to you in exchange for your servitude, and now he has a job for you.
A Child of Hades escorts the dead to the afterlife. He comes to you on your deathbed as a ghost that only you can see, hear, or feel. You take his hand, and you leave this world.
If you’re asking why, it’s simple. There are six billion people in the world, with someone dying every second; Death simply can’t keep up with the demand on his own. So a few thousand years ago, he decided to get some helpers.
People like you were perfect.
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You are immortal. You can’t die from any injury, age, disease, anything. If you grow sick, you stay weak until you are better. If you get hurt, you wait until your body heals itself. Healing is slightly accelerated, but not like a bullet will squirt out of your brain and you’ll be fine. It’s sped up to the point where a broken rib will heal in a month or two, and a bullet will gradually be dissolved into your blood stream in about two weeks. You are not immune to poison in the slightest, but the above clarified healing rates apply.
<><><>Plot<><><>
Whether you’ve been doing it for centuries or died last night, you are a Child of Hades. Immortal, and ‘escorting’ about fifteen people a day. There are eleven thousand others like you, people who are buried six feet down and dancing on their graves. Only having to take fifteen people to Hades a day, you have quite a bit of free time to live a ‘normal’ life.
Thing is, the mortals have figured out that we, or Death, is living here on earth. They’ve also discovered that they can bottle Death, capturing it and putting it under lock and key. That means imprisonment, neglect, and abuse for us. Five thousand Children are on active duty. There used to be twenty thousand, and the number is decreasing at an increasing rate.
With the feds hot on your tail and a balancing act of duty and your social life, do you think you can keep it up?
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-No horrible curse words, and use them sparingly. Simple as that.
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