The Forsaken Prince. (Mitch..)

[Uriel Camael Mikhail]

Parchment of papers ; both old and wrinkled; and new ones made on an intermediate pad.. All of them scattered across the desk in the Athena cabins. Several text in Ancient Greek and Russian. All of them spread out; unarranged and just messy. Even more so; old books were opened on top of Uriel's bunk. The had words; transcripts and sources that were leading to each book; and the book was also there; which led to another one and another one; causing a link of books; but all of them seemed to make so no connections. Notes on the ancient papers had the words from the books translated In Greek; and some in Russian. This seemed to be a messy workplace; but not for Uriel. His eyes kept on the pile of paper as he sat by the desk; his hands tracing lines and lines across the Ancient Greek letters; trying to decipher them. His eyes squinted and he was slouched back. You could've seen how much he was working. He was forced to wear glasses; reading glasses. Though it did him no good. Though his eyes did not strain to see the words or it's meaning; it did however strain to make the connection. Each search leading to dead ends and ends. Notes and notes fell to the ground as Uriel kept discarding them. Frustration was starting to show in the blonde's face. Weeks; it took. Weeks and weeks of sleepless nights and afternoons; just to find the one thing he always wanted to have ever since his mind turned sentient.

Power.

The sheer thing that drove mortals were their sheer greed for power; they would do anything for power. To achieve it and keep it. And Uriel wasn't susceptible to such charming words. The promise of great power was enough to drive Uriel here; to the desolate land which was a brink off to the souls that would be claimed as insane. As a famous person once said “Insanity is like Gravity; all it takes is a little push.”
And in his search; he found the power he wanted. The Curse of Achilles. Though only one person survived the attempt; who turned out to be one of the best heroes in their world; Achilles of Greece. It explained how he was so good in combat; how he was a one man army. The first ever Super Soldier. What he had Uriel coveted for himself. How he longed for the power to rush in him and empower his swing; make him faster;stronger; smarter and immortal. And he didn't care if the Styx could very well claim his soul. He was going to die anyway. It was a risk worth taking for power; so that he may be a catalyst of might; and power. And he shall be feared. The thought sent chills over him; and so he grabbed books and books; filling up papers and reading books; doing extensive research; to prepare himself for the quest; the dangerous one and for him to find any leads to entrances; people who died trying or even what they'd felt. His eyes scanned the book, and it stopped....This was the information he needed.

Uriel stood up and walked towards his black board; grabbing his chalk and writing; though what he was adding to the already filled board was Indecipherable unless you knew Greek and Russian and had some understanding in history. His hand scribbled so fast that you couldn't have understood it ;it was like he was using it as a sword or something. A moment later; he stopped and looked at the scribbling.....and somehow; it all made sense to him. The perfect weak spot; the conditions; the way; the advantages and disadvantages; the young hermit that kept himself in his cabin for days now was enlightened., he knew what to do; he did...and he needed to do it. Now and now. A swift grab of his coat and he sneaked out of his cabin....though with what he saw; would sneak really be an appropriate word for it?

The man's sight was blocked with sunlight; and he heard people training so and so. Realization hit him like a brick hurled from a construction site. Though his body wasn't aware; he was obsessed with the idea of power; and he wasn't even recoiling. So it is true...Greed can swallow a man whole The words echoed through his head as he walked towards his destination; his bronze longsword at his hip; his drachma at his coat and his “just in case” dagger; on the sheathe of his jeans. As Uriel walked towards the woods. The meeting place. His mind shifted somewhere; when he asked for his mother's permission...

It was right at the most hidden parts of the woods; he was sitting on a log; his eyes closed. Praying to his Mother; he learned about his new power...and he has yet to receive the blessing of his parent to make sure he'd achieve the power. His eyes kept close and he never opened them, rarely does Uriel Mikhail pray. But the blonde man has now; in all of his years; been too desperate; the lust for power made him pathetic. Every words he knew he poured to the prayer; days he spent ;trying to get Athena to agree; and perhaps it was agreed upon now; as the distant hooting of an owl. The man's eyes shot open; and he was faced to face with a very intimidating sight. Athena; instead of her mortal gear; shined in her white Greek robe; her laurel glowing and she held her owl companion; a silver out; at her shoulder. Her hair flowed freely; and she spoke first. “Speak; child of mine. What brought you to pray for my assistance?” And Uriel just bowed; before speaking “Mother... my pledge is yours. Yet I must acquire your assistance. Please, grant me with your blessing so that I may traverse through the Styx.” Though her face showed no reaction; a mere nod was enough for him to stare. “This is unwise my son. Remember how the last one-” But Uriel was having none.

“Mother...allow me to interrupt. But Achilles is a fool. He is no hero I adore. He did not have your its; and I do. He was rash; and arrogant. I am wise and I'll add every step; so I may avoid death...” Without another word; Athena nodded and spoke. “Be careful; and you need an awful lot of sleep.”

The last memory was that; and he just awoke in his cabin and started researching. But up until now he still feels refreshed. As he reached the woods; Uriel simply leaned on a tree; before speaking; and or shouting “Son of Hades; let's go. I don't have all week. I want to get this over with.”

[Mitch Frost]

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Finding the entrance to the Underworld had proven a difficult task for the young son of Hades. He had assumed it would be easy. Finding a route to get there in one piece, after all, how else did his father want him to come down and visit. But so far in his efforts, he had not succeeded. And frankly he was exhausted from all the shadow traveling. If his sister knew what he was doing...he couldn't even think of how pissed off she would be. But luckily, he did have his cabin. He wouldn't let them shadow-travel out of the camp, but he would let them help him pick out areas that might be a good place for the entrance.

His eyes scanned the map he had managed to borrow from some kid at camp that had just arrived. There were a only a couple places left to check that were in New York. And he pitied himself if he had to go even further than there. He sighed as he looked up. Central Park; in a way it would make sense for one to be there. He only hoped he and his cabin were right. His eyes travelled to the simple sword he had resting by the bed. He couldn't wait to get a better weapon. One that could help him control his powers. Help him kill skeleton warriors easier, if the time ever arrived. But, the blade would come at a cost. Stygian Iron could kill both humans and Demi-gods. He would have to be extremely careful.

Mitch sighed as he walked out of the cabin. He was starving. And tired. Really tired. But as he ate some ambrosia he felt some of his energy start coming back. With a quick stop by the mess hall to grab a fast bite he was on his way. A shadow by the exit was just perfect from him. As he stepped into it, his dark attire easily helped the shadow swallow him. A short while later, he stepped out of the shadow of a tree. Luckily no people were around at the moment. It was still early morning, the perfect time since the sun hadn't risen high enough to basically cancel out all the shadows. He put a hand out and steadied himself on the same tree whose shadow he had just come from.

His eyes looked around the park. He assumed the gate would show itself, or he would just know where it is. And this place was calling him. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, trying to figure out where exactly it was. There. Just to the side of the carousel. Well, not even that. It seemed the entrance was the side. As he walked over he noticed that there was a small fast food joint literally across the street. His stomach growled at him and he couldn't help the smile that came to his face. It would be nice to get something that was actually not healthy for you. He examined the entrance and cursed when it didn't just open. Of course it wouldn't have, that would make things too easy wouldn't it?

He shook his head. Great. He wasn't a singer and didn't know how to play a note on any instrument. He only hoped that Uriel knew how. He figured he had sometime before he was supposed to meet the son of Athena and a quick bite wouldn't hurt. So, with the little money he had in his pockets he bought a burger and ate before shadowtravelling back to the camp. This time he arrived just short of the place where he was supposed to meet Uriel. He didn't know the time, and hoped he wasn't too late. He rolled his eyes, scoffed, and walked into the meeting spot. "Sorry. Hadn't found the entrance until this morning. Anyways." He stopped and whistled out once. A shrill note that seemed to hang in the air for a moment before a hellhound, very obvious that it was young by its size, came running in. Noir had to skid in order to not crash into Mitch, but the young boy wasn't fazed. He just reached down and scratched the yearling behind the ears before turning to Uriel.

"Hope you don't have anything against hellhounds. Cuz Noir here is your ride to Central Park. I would take you, but after all the shadowtravelling I've been doing recently, well, I would probably collapse into unconsciousness. A couple things about shadowtravelling. One, make sure you have a tight hold on the collar. If you let go before Noir gets you there the results could be bad. Two, prepare to be queasy in the very least." He stopped and paused a moment trying to think of anything else he should say. Coming up with nothing he nodded. "If there are no complaints.." He smiled before stepping into a shadow, once again traveling back.

Here is where things got tricky. He knew the park would be full of people by this time. So he came up with a smarter solution; there had been an alleyway by the fast food joint. And he decided that would be a great place to shadowtravel. So that is where they were both headed. He arrived there first and leaned against the wall waiting for Uriel to show up. It wouldn't take very long now and then they could be on their way.

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The moment the branches started moving; Uriel got out from his comfortable position; and lifted his sword off the ground; letting it hang on his shoulder as he waited. He couldn't wait. The Russian Demigod simply couldn't. It was one of his flaws; how he hated waiting. Completely despised it; actually. His eyes shot around; trying to sense him and look for him; but he knew he was being paranoid; he was nervous after all. Uriel got paranoid when he gets nervous. It was like a tugging feeling in his chest. How it urged him to take action; and he succumbed each time. He just hated the feeling of uncertainty; how it ate him from his heart. Mikhail took notice every time; just to get the feeling off. This was the first time he felt nervous since he was a child. When he was forced to kill either a beggar; or a dog. Thankfully; he made a rash choice and killed them both as a test; and they said it was the right choice. And damn right it was. He hated that feeling; of how you just wanted to get it over with; the same was with the Styx for him. It was life and death; and the moments that stupid kid wasted; he could secure his place as one of the most powerful mortals in the world; or permanently trap him in the underworld. Either way he'd take; just to get this over with.

Uriel looked down the ground and patted his fingers on the tree; though it was evident that Uriel was starting to have second thoughts; it was stopped; when he finally caught sight of that damned kid. He listened; and rolled his eyes. "Well, took you long enough. Now come on; I am waiting for my death sentence." Uriel simply sighed; well; this was it. Soon enough the nervousness would cease to exist; either from his success; in which he took a gigantic leap to reaching Elysium. But surely Uriel knew the risks; the bigger one; in where he'd be pushed down the monumental stairs of life; down to his doom on the pits of a cruel cruel place called Oblivion. It frightened him down to his soul; really. Both the fact that he will be sent to be forgotten, and that he was willing to trade his soul.....for power. It proved how corrupted an individual could be. How corrupted he was. He shook his head and before he knew it. This damned beast was already hopping towards Mitch. And a part of him seriously wanted to unsheathe his weapon and slice the beast to pieces and pieces. But he refrained. Only when his next speech did Uriel seriously snap.

"What the bloody Hades? You expect me to travel with this...thing?" He looked at the beast and sighed. He really didn't have affections for monsters; aside from Blizzard. But even she didn't qualify as a monster. Uriel groaned; it was his best shot probably; so he looked around; and let go of his sword before shaking his head "Bloody beast...fine!" He looked down and grabbed onto the collar; tightly; so tightly that he pulled the dog's head. He seriously hated hellhounds. Gigantic Wolves such as his were better. And he spoke "Listen here you little dog; try to shake me off and I'll gut you in cubes!" He barked at the dog; which was kind of a bad idea for him; since he suddenly got flung forwards; and it was not good.

Aright. Think of it as riding a train...fifty foot high; with nothing but the tracks and no bars holding you up; and not to mention how it almost broke the sound barrier. That's how it felt like. The blackness was making Uriel dizzy; as his body flung around in the tunnel of shadows. He seriously considered stabbing a sword through the beast and using it to keep himstill. But he might disintegrate and he'd be trapped in a shadow; forever. And that would be a suckish way to die. So he just kept his iron grip on the collar; and soon enough; he was materialized. And it sucked. Think about your body and your surroundings; spinning in a full 360 degrees before you finally step on hard solid ground. Uriel needed to blink his nausea away; but it was no avail as he turned to his side; and the other one; before sprinting out the alleyway and he vomited on an unexpecting stranger's face. Uriel shuddered before looking around; to see Mitch, in the alleyway he was in. He didn't notice; his nausea got the best of him. Oh well. At least he didn't vomit on him. He frowned and shouted "That seriously sucks. I think I'll pass on that one when we get back to camp." He finished off by walking away; to central park. Or at least the sunlight-given part of it.

He tried to examine central park; and looked down the ground; trying to find the entrance. "So what do I do? Kill a virgin and pour his or her blood down the shadows to grant me access?" He wasn't kidding when he made the suggestion. But instead; the nauseous boy just kept leering around. Why hasn't any of his research predicted this? And would mortals see them entering the Underworld? So many unanswered questions. But he could smell the stench of monsters; which was probably not good. "And seriously? I think we ought to get out here before some flesh eating freak sees us." Uriel tapped his foot; waiting for him. Little did he know; the people would see the dragon wake... And while it was starting to wake; he was still in danger; the creature stalking him from behind. he could only hope this kid would hurry up with it. He didn't know what he'd have to do; really. Hence why the virgin part. But seriously? He thinks it'll be hard to find one these days. But that wasn't the point. Uriel walked towards him again and shrugged "Well? Dude. I'm waiting."

[Mitch Frost]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
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It didn't take long for Noir to arrive from a shadow across the way from himself, dragging Uriel along. Mitch smiled as his hellhound ran up to him. He bent over slightly and had to catch himself to make sure that he didn't fall over. His balance was still a little off, thanks to all the power he had been using lately. That was another good reason for his new weapon. It would help him with his power control. Every monster that he killed would be used. Well their soul would. Since it was being sent to Tartarus. What could be even better? They would stay down their longer. He didn't know why. Perhaps it was how the sword was cooled.

Either way, his mind came back to the present. He had a job to do. He kept scratching Noir behind the ears while watching Uriel. He had to wait until the older Demi-god could walk before they ventured forth. He watched him almost calculating and even started slightly when Uriel ran out and threw up. Mitch's upper lip curled slightly in disgust. He never liked throwing up. His first time shadowtravelling had ended up with him being totally unconscious. Luckily enough. But he had heard of others throwing up. He continued watching him as Uriel turned around and finally noticed him. Mitch gave a lopsided grin as Uriel spoke and even barked out a short laugh. 

Mitch scrounged around for anything in his pockets that his pooch would like to eat. He didn't have anything on him so he squatted down and next to Noir. From his squatting position, the hellhound was as big as he and could easily tackle him if wanted. Showed how much trust he put into the acclaimed monster. "Sorry boy. Don't have anything for ya. But thanks." The hellhound considered a moment before licking Mitch across the face and bounding over him and into a shadow on a wall. Going back to wherever he hung out during the day. Vaguely, he wondered if the pup ever went back down to the Underworld.

But, those were questions for another day. Standing up, he looked to where Uriel was already walking away and looking around. With a sigh he followed him out. Upon reaching him, he smiled again. "You sure you don't want to try it again? It does get better." As the son of Athena spoke, Mitch raised an eyebrow. "No. No blood needs to be spilled to get in. Especially virgin blood. That...well...that would be weird." Because of course, two kids dressed in nearly black and black weren't odd enough standing in a park on a nice day. Sure there was a slight breeze, but it was sunny. 

Mitch had gotten used to it though. He pretty much wore dark colors all the time. It was easier to blend in with the shadows. Easier to travel unnoticed. Uriel spoke about flesh eating freaks and Mitch almost smiled again. Was the elder man nervous about this? Mitch couldn't sense anything. At least right now. His impatient tone rang out again and he rolled his eyes. Bad habit. He had to stop doing that.

"Relax okay? It's over here." He started walking to the side of the carousel, and when he got partially behind it he stopped. He glanced around and noticed that no one seemed to go back here. They probably could sense the dark aura that he sensed. And if not that, there was just no real need to go back there. After all, it was partially by the group of trees. Mitch took his sword and outlined where the door would appear. "It's right here. Or will be. But there's a catch." He paused a moment.

"It needs music to be opened. Any kind I think will do. You can either sing or play an instrument. I can't do neither. I can only whistle along, which may help if I knew the song. But even then," the young boy shrugged, "this part is mainly up to you. Once it opens then I can lead you around. And get us past Cerberus." He stood back, watching Uriel and keeping a lookout. 

"You sing, or do whatever you must. I will keep a lookout to make sure no mortals are coming. Once we are in, it should close right behind us." His eyes shot from the door to the surrounding area as a slight rustling of the bushes behind them sounded. "I recommend you get to it. Sounds like something is coming." His hand gripped his sword tighter. His swordsmanship was the only skill he could use right now. The rest would just knock him out and he really didn't want that at the moment. 

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His little comments seemed to have made it's mark as the Spawn of Hades laughed. Uriel didn't really see fit to laugh at the moment. After all; he was the one who was going to dip himself in the life taking river. So he guessed it wasn't his fault that he couldn't laugh. His soulless eyes gazed upon the small thing behind the carousel.....alright. In his research; Uriel found out that there were two entrances to the underworld; one in the studio ; and one that moved around. The one that moved around was named after Orpheus; the man who used not a sword but a lyre to make the underworldly creatures bow to him.

But he also used his music to open the gates of the underworld; so Uriel would've concluded that he needed to either play an instrument or play any type of music to open the passage . Uriel really didn't like the idea; but power came for a price; and if that meant singing to the public; he guessed that was a small fraction of his dignity compared to the amass powers he would receive. His idea was then justified by the Son o f Hades. And he turned to him; before speaking. “No. Don't whistle. I can do it by myself. Just...make sure that everyone looks at a different direction...” Uriel, again turned to the entrance. His mind was boggled; Uri knew the story. His lover died; he walked through the underworld with is lyre; he enchanted even the God of the dead to let his wife go...only if he'd walk; with her behind him; and he wouldn't turn around to see if she really was there. Uriel wondered why he didn't just talk to her and not turn back But at the end; when he reached the upper world; he turned around....but his wife was still a footstep away from the upper world; hence she was taken back. Forever.

The myth made Uriel frown; it was a constant reminder that you couldn't win against the gods; that they always get their way. The tyranny of that story made him cringe; and hence his constant hatred; or rather; lack of compassion for Hades and Persephone. He just hoped that he couldn't read what he felt. His foot tapped on the ground; what should he sing? Totally not a popular song. Mikhail knew well not to attract attention . Maybe the slightest bit of great music that no one knew except some couple of people. Ones that wouldn't be in a sunny park. Then; he knew the perfect song. His anthem; actually. He opened his mouth; and the dreadful words came from his mouth.

“And who...are you? The proud lord said, that I must bow so low....only a cat of a different coat.....and all the truth we know...in the coat of gold..a coat of red; a lion still has claws. And mine are long and sharp my lord; as long and sharp as yours...and so he spoke...and so he spoke..The Lord of Castamere...But now the rains...weep over his halls; without a soul; to hear.” Uriel kept humming the last part; repeating himself. He loved that song. It showed how he lived back his days; when he was but a boy that killed because he needed to. When that song played; he always sang along. Smiling under his soul. It became his anthem ;after a short while. He remembered the exact day; it was Christmas; he had a “friend” So he called. A young boy of ten; he was forcefully brought in. Like Uriel. Ever since ;he stood at Uriel's side. Training...at first; Uriel liked his company...till he came of age; when Uriel and he was about to be sent for their first contract; he told him how he outgrew him; how he would take his spot as the star agent. Because he was better than him. The moment he said that; the song played. From wherever; and immediately; Uriel knew what the song mean. He came in front of the child and snapped his neck; letting the lyrics seep through his head. From there on; it became his favorite song. And his anthem; that no one should dare try to cross him.

As he finished; Uriel examined the entrance; opening slightly. The rocks separating and the ground opening, the dirt seeping through, the wormhole made Uriel rethink. This was it. When he jumps down the rabbit hole; it was his death or glory. Should he? His eyes once more glared at it; as if rethinking. He turned to him; then back to the hole. Before running towards the entrance. Immediately; the darkness swallowed him; and Uriel was immediately flooded by the song. His eyes; out of pure instincts; widened in fright. He didn't know why...but the song that defined how you should never cross him; suddenly turned on him. As if somebody else was using it against him. His heart skipped a beat, and the most horrible thought crossed his mind. What if Hades is singing this to me? The absurd thought crossed his mind. Surely his little comment of how he could overcome his domain didn't offend the god. After all; he didn't get offended when Achilles did. Then again; he didn't insult him...so Uriel was kind of conflicted. Soon enough; his thoughts blocked out the song ;and he kept walking. Not even speaking to Mitch. The hair on the back of his neck stood and Uriel kept inhaling before speaking.


“How longer?”

[Mitch Frost]

Mitch nodded as Uriel spoke. He could do that well enough. And it seemed like the humans seemed to want to stay away. He thanked his dad for that aura of death. But Uriel seemed to stand there in silence. A silence that seemed to stretch on. He looked towards the young son of Athena and furrowed his eyebrows. When was he going to start? And then he did. Mitch almost laughed at the choice of song bye had never heard it for one, and for two? It just sounded ridiculous. But he dare not laugh. At least, not now.

The entrance seemed to know when the song was ending though. As Uriel said the last couple words, Mitch could feel the vibrations as the rock crumbled and the hole opened up. Mitch looked at it in a neutral gaze. He didn't think he would get hurt. It was after all his fathers domain, but even then....what if something happened to Uriel? Would he be held responsible for his death or injuries since he was the one leading Uriel to his fate? He shook his head. He didn't feel as if anything bad was going to happen.

As Uriel took off at a run towards the hole, Mitch glanced around before walking forward and into it. The hole closing up behind him and shutting them in complete darkness. He breathed evenly as he walked forward and after a bit edged around Uriel to sort of lead the way. It's like he felt a pull towards the entrance. The walked seemed to take hours when only a couple minutes had passed and his companion spoke. Mitch considered the answer for a moment. "Not much further now. At least I don't think so."

He seemed to be correct though as the tunnel they had entered opened up. The gates guarded by Cerberus stood only a few feet away. And across from the three headed giant dog, ran the River Styx. From this distance, the misfit toys and other wanted items scouldnt be seen floating on the top. This was were they came. His eyes landed on Cerberus who was watching all the souls that were walking into their fate to get judged. He could see Asphodel, Elysiuthe and the Field of Punishments. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"We need to get past Cerberus first so I can get a sword and then we can go to River Styx where we can cool the blade in it and you can get the curse." He gave a slight pause and looked to Uriel. "Unless you want to spilt up? But if you do and skeletons approach you or too many ghosts crowd you it could end up bad. Either way. I'm heading in now." He turned from Uriel and started walking towards the gates. Cerberus looked to him and growled for a moment, until he sensed the aura Mitch gave off thanks to his dad.

Mitch passed through easily, but he turned and watched to see if Uriel would follow him in, or go automatically to the river.

[Uriel Camael Mikhail]

Uriel rolled his eyes at Mitch. He just laughed and said. “Screw you dude. I'm going to go to the Styx.”

Well; this was it. The hot warm air of the wretched defiled waters of the Underworld was circling around him; filling his nose. Uriel was no fan of fires; he hated them ;actually .he was mostly known for his love of cold places; where people couldn't venture in; his body was seemed to be made of oak as it merely shrugged off the cold; not finding it troubling at all. He remembered when he was a boy of no more then twelve; running across the snow; away from the pack of hunters he was paired with. And by hunters he meant the assassins in training he traveled with. While most of them shivered from the cold ; two even died; Uriel always led; not minding; happy and careless; and always; if they found the camp they were to reach; his battle-siblings were so frostbit that it looked like a Yeti pissed on their bodies . Uriel was the one who was sent to retrieve things; then. Delivering messages up until they saw that he was a better person holding a gun and a knife than holding a package. He longed for those days. Especially now where he was literally going to swim with the dead. It didn't help that Uriel was a horrible swimmer. That he could not swim himself out of a wet towel if his life depended on it. And damn unfortunately; his life did depend on swimming right now Zeus smite me not literally; I think I bloody deserve my fate.

As Uriel approached the Styx; the warmth seemed to have engulfed his body; he felt himself sweating; and the heat seemed to have disturbed his sight and his nose. He didn't know why; this was never part of what he researched and or was old. Apparently; it was true since this was what he was feeling; as Uriel neared the edge where he would dive to the river; the smell became unbearable.. And he was sure that the distant sound of a horse scoffing wasn't included.

Wait....

Uriel whirled around and saw the most horrifying thing a War Historian could imagine. In their front lines were five archers; clad in what seemed to be silk robes and even leather helmets. They held a bow which seemed to be in the ancients considering how brittle it looked; and how outdated it looked; that didn't take any fright away considering they were mounted on skeletal horses....which were drenched in black fire. You guessed it right. The skeletal horses had their bodies drenched in black fires. They almost resembled The Huns' Horse Archers. Behind them were twenty sabermen. In their hood and shawls. As well as the first line of offense; they were also surrounded by a pale blue mist; as if they were incorporeal. Though they didn't mount horses; and instead they held scimitars; they were chanting something in Arabic that Uriel couldn't decipher. They looked like the infantry men Saladin had during the battle for Jerusalem, and last but not the least were lines and lines of ghostly musketmen. Janissaries of the Ottoman Empire. They pointed their muskets and started to advance; and Uriel never ran so fast in his life.

That was the elite Eastern Army. There was no trying to fight them to the death. The lines from the back advanced slowly considering the infantry in the middle would've been killed if they tried to run; so they advanced slowly; as opposed to the five horse archers who were already trying to snipe him with arrows. Arrows tried to hit him in all sides; and he hoped that Mitch could've banished them when they gotten near. Though doubtful. The blonde had nothing else to trust. And in this wretched world that he never hoped to see; every living soul was your friend. Uriel panted as he started to gain on the archers. And before he knew it; he was right there ;at the edge. Nearly ready to jump to his destination. “Almost there...” He panted and spoke. Putting his hand on his knees and bending over. Though the army slowly advanced from the yards away; Uriel knew he needed to enter the Styx. Now

And then he was stopped; by the shimmering form of what he could make out as the Hero of Greece; Achilles. Oh come the damned Tartarus on!

Uriel was a good inch taller than Achilles; so it was easy for him to glare at the person through his eyes. And he spoke “Leave now Demigod; for this place; it is a dreaded place no young man should dare try to traverse. Your greed fools you.” Uriel could honestly say that he was transported back In the BC's But it was okay; because it gave him the authority to go Classical on this soul's ass. Uriel stood. He tried to project his courage and fortitude, despite nearly pissing his pants at the sight of the undead Eastern Army who still was hot on his tail. And he spoke. “Achilles; the hero of Greece; you are but a weakened soul; and ---Alright. Screw it. I can't talk like I was from Sparta or something. You sucked ;seriously. No sandals? What the bloody hell were you thinking? Chiron could've taught you better.” Uriel nervously glanced behind him. Nearly there.... The Demigod glared at Achilles and he scoffed “Don't taunt me; it will do you no good. Proceed if you wish; but I tell you; this. “ He motioned at his heel “is a small fraction of my weakness.. Your weakness will lie in you; Demigod. You may come out a different person; the Styx changes personality as well; mind you. And ; as I am required. Remember...think of your mortal point. The one thin link; as opposed to your former thousands that still binds you to the mortal world; all the other ones must be burnt off. That former thousands consist of weaknesses, wounds, scars, your body's incapability...gone.. All of them; they will be burnt by the Styx if you ever do so survive. And the one link that will keep your soul in mortality will be your emotions; your compassion for others; your memories; your loved ones...everything that defines why you are mortal. Including weaknesses. Beware; to anchor your soul to mortality; that link will be strengthened ;which means everything you put in it will be so. Your love; emotions, your weak point AND your weaknesses.” And he offered no more. Fading away. Uriel's eyes shot open; contemplating his words....What could that fool mean by that? Uriel thought. But the shriek of the Specter Arabian warriors startled him; and before he knew it ;he turned around; and one of the Scimitar wielding punks knocked him back with his shield; and right at the split second of the shield hitting him; he imagined a chain, wrapping around the last bone in his spine. Just right above his buttock area. And the shield finally bashed him off guard, sending him toppling off to the River of Broken Promises and Dreams.



Uriel has been through torture. From nail pooling to ice water dipping and electrocuting. But this...this was simply unbearable. Excruciating, even. His body laid lifeless; and the water turned to acid, peeling off his flesh; bones and his soul. Drowning felt much better; it felt like you were contained by the strongest currents; and at the same time they're killing you; bits and bits; cell by cell , till it incinerates your soul. His vision was blurred by the darkness; he was suspended by the currents; to the ground. He regretted it. He shouldn't have tried it. He knew it was a mistake; all the people he knew; Camille; Tal; his comrade in battle; he felt how it felt to burn their bodies at a young age; because they were abandoned by their families and he needed to give them the funeral pyre himself...he even thought of Lana. That sweet smile; how she kissed him; how she assured him she really loved him; he remembered how she spoke. They all went in unison; even Tal's voice. Though it was weird cause she kept repeating herself. But he started to remember; of course. She was like a broken record; always repeating herself. He laughed at that; and he knew he needed to be strong for her ;and he really couldn't do it dead. And before he knew it; the currents started to let go of their vice grip on him, and the chain strengthened; slowly pulling him. Then he heard a French Woman's voice. He smiled at their friendship that started with him shooting a rifle at her. Camille; oh yes. She was an inspiration; he remembered when he seemed to be the straightest gay friend she'd know; he'd fix her hair so she'd look like Marie Antoinette. A smile managed on his face despite the acidic current still burning his body and soul. The chain yanked tighter; and he could almost see the surface...Then Lana. Her. The woman of his life; he smiled inside as he imagined her talking; two children at her side. Two beautiful ones; running towards him and yelling “Daddy!” while Lana laughed ;along with the rest of his half siblings. They all came to view; Juliyetta; Chase; even that little kid that loved chase...they all smiled and offered a hand, yanking on his chain as he was pulled closer. Yes... only a feet away from freedom ….and they morphed; to a single entity. His demon. A huge best that was black skinned; yellow eyed; had huge white hair around his bull horns. The chains around him were being broken; and he spoke. Hush, my partner. You should not have forgotten about who kept you warm with rage during the nights you were lonely; and who driven you to success. When your friends; siblings and lover were still but a hidden desire. I was your companion; and I will help you get out....however;I am part of your mortal self which you must let go; Uriel. I am your strength has I am your weakness; your bane. To be truly powerful you must let go of your inner devil; your inner immorality for you to succeed. I am the final help; with a yank of my chain; I will swim with everything in the Styx. I will be a forgotten dream. The inner powerful devil that guided you will have to let go. I am holding on to the point of your mortality; but I cannot. I am not allowed to stay with you. For your sins and scars and even your wounds; they are stored with me. With me gone you will be free of the chains we forced each other in, and you will be at your most powerful.” The devil grunted, holding on to the chain that was slipping away. It was a reminder of him; that he was letting go of his wounds; his scars; his sins and his anti-potential was stored in that demon; it was everything that kept him what he was; and he was gone. It was like Uriel was talking to himself; telling it that it needed to be left behind; even though it helped him and made up his experiences over the years. But if that was the price; so be it. Uriel closed his eyes; and the Devil let go; the chain rapidly pulling him upwards; out the damned Styx. His devil looking upwards; and he saw a tear in it's eyes while all the ones left. His siblings; Camille; Tal; friendships and his love all helped pull the chain up; till the was mere inches; in where they held each a part of his body, pulling him out by hand.

Uriel made a bad entrance ;ain't no way he'd make a bad exit. Uriel slowly crawled out the river; up the beaches; his body smoking and red with tinge. He rose to his feet; and his body felt like metal. Flexible metal. Titanium maybe. Uriel shook the dizzy off; and he looked at the army; who still were there, and by the look of it; they were still assaulting someone Who? Uriel thought. But he didn't take the time to find out Thankfully; on his left hilt was the glowing four foot celestial bronze sword. Grabbing it's handle; Uriel unsheathed it and screamed; and was it him, or did his voice get deeper?

“Dead! Lifeless men attacking the one blessed with life! Do not turn your attention to that; face me. The first one who conquered the Styx in Thousands of years! Me; the second mortal and the first demigod to bear the Blessing of Achilles; ME! THE MOST POWERFUL MORTAL IN THIS VERY WORLD YOU ONCE STOOD ON!” he took a deep breath and readied his sword. “Me, Uriel Mikhail; the bringer of your end and suffering; and the Prince of Sorrow!” true to his prideful monologue; he stretched out his hand, and you could see a streak of silver hair across his ones pure blonde one.. The armies ran In front of him and he met them; slamming into their ranks as he readied his battle stance...

[Mitch Frost]

The young son of Hades gave a sigh as he shook his head. Dumb. Greedy. Child of Athena. He was going into territories where if he got in real trouble before he got the curse, if he did get it, he would be screwed over until Mitch arrived. Or he would just die. Which Mitch would feel because of the whole demigod dying/ears ringing that happened to the young boy. It had happened to Mitch when Bobbi and Luke had died. He had even known when their souls were being judged. That was perhaps the weirdest part of his powers. Knowing when someone was judged. All he had to do was just kind of think about it, or focus completely on it and he would know.

He shook his head as he walked through his fathers domain. Truthfully, it kind of freaked him out. Sure he was used to the darkness and preferred that over the sun. But this place, all the Skelton soldiers would look at him as he passed. Their empty black holes for eyes just watching him. He had summoned them once before. They made fun fighting dummies since he could just keep bringing them back and they provided him with real combat instead of worrying about hurting someone.

He passed a field of jewels. All different kinds and sizes. His mind reacted and started to turn him towards it. One diamond wouldn't do any harm right? But his eyes widened as he realized where exactly he was headed. The stones on the roof of the Hades cabin reminded him of these. And these were probably just as deadly. He took one last look at them before continuing on his way. Sure he was here in his dads land, but he knew he was still at risk. For a moment he wondered if his dad even knew he was here. He had to right? His dad knew everything that had to go on here.

Mitch sighed as he walked. Where would he keep a stack of Stygian Iron? But then he almost slapped himself. So stupid! He kneeled down placing a hand to the ground and closing his eyes. He breathed deeply a few times before concentrating on the iron. Within a few moments he stood and adjusted his course slightly to the left and kept walking. It should be just over that hill. His eyes scanned the valley as he reached the peak and then he saw it. His fathers castle. For a moment he hesitated. He had time right? Of course he did. Uriel was probably fine. His ears weren't ringing so he wasn't close to death.

A short while later, Mitch found himself staring up at his fathers house. The doors seemed to open in front of him and he walked in. There, right there was just what he was looking for. A Stygian Iron sword. Three feet long, black as night, with a deadly aura to it. This one had already been dipped and Mitch could feel it's power. He stepped forward as a voice rang out. One that he recognized from when he was younger. Hades stepped forward. "I see you have found the sword that I had created for you a while back. I was waiting for you to come and get it. I wouldn't make it so easy as to just give it to you." Mitch looked up at his father for a moment before stepping forward and picking up the sword. It felt perfect in his hands.

He took off the scabbard and Celestial bronze sword he had and instead placed the scabbard and Stygian Iron sword in its place. He smiled at his dad, though the smile felt off. Maybe it was because the way his dad was looking at him as if he expected something great to happen. "Thanks. I mean really thanks. This saved me a bunch of time. And...just thanks I guess." He started to turn to leave before his dad spoke again stopping him in his tracks. "Something will happen to someone very close to you in the near future son. And although I do appreciate my children, I cannot allow them easy access to the Underworld and the fields within it to save souls as they please. I am sorry, but the next time you come it will not be so easy as this time."

Hades paused a moment. "Please do visit again, when you don't have an actual mission in order to come here. And tell your siblings they are welcome here at any time. You have done good so far my son." Mitch gave an easier smile to his father and nodded before leaving. His step was a bit faster this time and got out in half the time. As he neared the gate he picked up a bone lying on his side and tossed it over so Cerberus would move out of his way. The three-headed dog did just that and Mitch passed without harm.

His eyes scanned the River until he spotted a great mass of spirits, Skelton warriors, and flaming skeletal horses. He narrowed his eyes and rushed in. The sword he had just recieved was unsheathed quickly as he ran at them. He struck at the skeletal horse first. The Greek fire would burn him slightly, but not as bad as others. The sword sliced through them, ending the lives of the skeleton warriors and taking their essence into the blade, making it stronger if Mitch was to use his powers. Not only that, but their souls were going on a long trip in Tartarus.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting, but he was starting to get slightly winded of his twisting and turning. Already a good amount of skeletons lay around him. The others were staying away knowing what he could do know. But that didn't stop the ghosts from pressing close to him. He swung his blade keeping them at a distance as he heard Uriel's shout. For a slight moment he was insulted. Until of course, the bearer of the curse ran into the fray as well. Luckily what was left were things Uriel could actually kill. Mitch could focuse on keeping the ghosts away as Uriel fought.

He jumped back from the fray for a moment to take a breather. As he did he spoke. "You fight. I will keep the ghosts away." Without a further word, he jumped back in, the swords aura scaring the ghosts back as Uriel did what he had to do until it was all over.

[Uriel Camael Mikhail]

The power Uriel had; it was immense and it felt like it was flowing through his veins, as if it was his own blood.

The way Uriel slid on the rocky grounds of Hades, turning and tuning;it seemed that the people around him were so slow , but perhaps it just meant he was too fast. Unholy fast. He fluidly swung his sword; like it was an extension of his arm, each ghost he hit turned into a pile of ashes, and his sword felt as if it was an extension of his arm. It felt awesome, like he was a walking mechanism of destruction. Though he wasn't. He was a walking organic mechanism of destruction. Uriel felt powerful; like a dragon breathing fire on it's foes. His power he knew ascended of paramount heights. Each swing he made empowered him; and each ghost he sent back to wherever it was from made him feel more and more dangerous.

Soon enough; the initial slam of his attack started to lose the edge; and the surprised specters started to reform their ranks. The still remaining Janissaries aimed their muskets from above; towards him. From the small pass; and it fired. Though it was useless since they were so far away. Uriel's mind; as if starting to use it's Athena child's property analyzed the situation; holding the sword in one hand and his free hand was closed in a fist. The glowing eyes of Uriel were seen; and he wickedly smiled at Mitch. And for once; he felt frightened that Mitch would abandon him. But seriously ; who wouldn't if he basically told him that they were going to charge head first towards an army? But he didn't concern himself with it; and he charged; towards the behind of the pass; that would be a good move. That's how the Spartans held off the Persians; the pass was too thin for much people to charge in; so two or so people kept charging at a slow pace and the few people sent all fell till the army was forced ot retreat. Perhaps he could do that. As Uriel slid towards the behind of the pass ; He took no time in slicing them from behind. The janissaries started to turn towards him; but it was too late as he swiftly knocked people down with his sword; all of them fading into nothingness. Though the smell of primitive gunpowder exploding towards his side; his front and even to the back of his neck annoyed Uriel; he felt like it was nothing; like his skin turned to hard steel.. As they started to just charge at him, using the butts of their guns to slam him; Uriel started to advance; his hand swinging in crosses arcs; dodging to the left and rich; till he noticed that the broken army. Who only had some ten scimitar-men left ; started to surround him; even those facing Mitch, started to move towards him; encircling him. Uriel started to kneel; his sight blocked by the wisps. His eyes closed; and right as the ghosts charged; Uriel suddenly stood and spun around; like a tornado of brass and blade. They couldn't stop their advance; so as they slammed towards him; each of them disappeared, dead. Or banished. Uriel panted and looked around. So that was the power brought to him by his little deal with Styx. A smile crossed his face and he waved towards Mitch. However; his smile soon faded when he saw something; growing from behind him.


A woman; who looked like the scariest person he ever said; with half a face as white as chalk; and the other one as black as the night; formed. Looking at them both. And it just glared at Uriel. He didn't know who or what this was; but he wasn't too pleased. Uriel hopped from the pass, down towards the rocky path; where the figure simply shoo kit's head “Killing my little specters? Alright. Two can play at that game!” And she released a high pitch shriek, before pointing her hands towards Uriel; and it released a spectral bolt; one that seemed almost ...ghostly. The beam headed towards Uriel's head; and he simply tilted his head to the other side; when it hit the rocks behind him; he saw the pass exploding and crumbling; then he she did it again; merely side stepped and it hit a random skeleton; completely sending parts of it flying;. However; she blasted one more time; and Uriel lifted his sword in a blocking position; horizontal his face; letting the spectral bolt be absorbed. His celestial bronze sword glowed and Uriel kept approaching. Not in one bit slowed by the attack. As Uriel reached her; she cowardly hovered back and faded; before appearing right behind him again and swinging her hand in an arc; sending dozens of wisps towards Uriel. Uriel simply turned around and jumped; stabbing one and letting it fall to ashes. Meanwhile; she glared at Uriel; and hovered towards him, Uriel intercepted and swung his sword; as she shrieked and whipped ; Uriel sliced and diced. Both of them were engaged in bloody battle; till she made the mistake of trying to fade away. As she spun, Uriel sent his fist towards the woman's stomach; sending her toppling over; with her back on the floor. With no hesitation; Uriel held the sword up; and suddenly; she morphed into his father. And she spoke “Uriel...please...no...save me...”

Uriel just snorted and brought his sword down.

Did she think of him as foolish? His guilt lied elsewhere; as to why he didn't kill that son of a bitch when he had his chance. That was why Uriel felt guilty about his death. Soon enough; his sword buried itself towards her head. Though as he felt it sink; she immediately faded and disappeared. Uriel blinked; and turned towards Mitch, his sword stained in what seemed to be ichor. Then he concluded, and asked for Mitch's guidance. “Did I just....beat a goddess?” Probably. And it made him smile like an idiot. Before walking off* Well come one don't wanna be late.” He actually chuckled and sheathed his sword . Before going off to the exit.