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Hestia swallowed back any words or tears that could be left unsaid, and delved further into hell.

The lake was bubbling, pops and hisses steaming from it. She sidestepped a small rock alcove, and then gasped at the rising pier in front of her. It was a dark red stone, the pier descending up and up in eye, until she couldn’t see it no more. They still had a long way to walk, Hestia noted, the black grass in front of her leading to (assumably) the palace.

Hestia took the opportunity to speak to ace. “So, how do you know about hell?”

There was something about Ace that Hestia could only be attracted to, the way she looked so beautiful in the light, the way she was so determined to get what she wanted. So Hestia blinked once more, and opened her hand.

“Ace?”

Boob shot tbh

Hestia looked around. The sounds of Ace’s mother came from all around her, one loud chorus, waves crashing against the rocks, a voice bouncing against the walls of an echous space.

She turned her eyes to Ace, who stared downwards towards the ground, at the dark grass, at what was her mother, but wasn’t, but was.

Hestia wanted to comfort her. She didn’t know how. She wanted to though. She tenderly stepped forward a bit. “Acelopina?”

Hestia stared at the man in front of them, his dark eyes glowing within the soft red light of the fire around them.

She tilted her head. Ears were out of the man’s head, softly waving in a non-existent wind. “Which one are you?”

She took a step forward, and seemed to bump into an invisible wall.

Hestia followed, lost in her own thoughts. Who ruled over the two? Perhaps Wrath? He could also be symbolized as a lustful wrath for power?

She landed on another section of land, this time the ground cold dark stone. “Where now?”

Hestia saw it. The way Ace’s eyes glazed over a bit, the wall she was building. She quickly moved.

“Okay, this is Hell, right? And you’re a witch, so you probably know better than me. Aren’t there seven princes of Hell?”

Hestia knew that the seven princes of Hell each represented a different seven deadly sin.

Hestia watched her retrieve the pendant, a silent look on her face. She wondered, absentmindedly, if Ace still had the cloth Marcus had gave her.

Ace told her that story, about how they met and tried to kill one another, and how Ace, in the beginning, was a dancer. A star. A performer.

And now, looking at her now, Hestia wondered what, exactly, had happened to them.

Hestia had grew up with her mother, happy and proud, until her mother had tried to sell her off to an older man. She hated it.

She has tolerated the man until enough was enough, and she had killed him.

That man was the king of Stiria.

As it was, she was in Hell now. She let out a small cough, and nodded towards Ace. “We have three days. So where do we start?”

I meant approved 😭

Going through that portal felt like she was hallucinating.

She went around and around, up and down, it was like she was being torn apart and being rebuilt and—

It was over.

Hestia stood on dark colored green, that was slightly wet. She looked around. Everything had a slight red tint to it, but Hel wasn’t what they made it sound like. There was no screaming, or any of the sort. Afar, Hestia noticed a waterfall.

Or, more, a flamefall? It was made of what looked like flames.

She looked around for Ace, and spotted her, quickly moving on to her. “Are you okay?”

Hestia watched her pull the books off, waiting for Ace to say something. Anything. Ace would talk to her, Ace KNEW that she could talk to Hestia about anything.

Hestia tentatively reached a hand out and was about to touch Ace’s shoulder…when a grating sound came behind her. She whirled immediately, hands out, when she saw it. A swirl for dark purples and blues and blacks, standing in front of her.

She tilted her head. “Is that…?”

It was a portal to Hel itself.

IMPROVEDDDD

Hestia quickly made it to the bottom of the stairs, where a dark room laid before her. Candles were lit in claw tipped holders, the light creating giant shadows on the wall. She looked around. The wall was made of a dark stone, perhaps obsidian?

She dragged her hand across the wall before turning, seeing Ace behind her. She was leaning on a book shelf.

Hestia took her hand off of the wall abruptly, straightening her back. “Infernalis.”

Hestia stared at the slowly descending Ace. She would need to follow, and quickly, if she didn’t want to lose her. She waged between going or not.

Her kingdom needed her.

But Ace.

She sighed and looked at the two men before her. “Take care of my kingdom if I die, yes?” She quickly took a ring off of her finger. It was a band of gold, twined to reminisce an olive branch. She smiled at it, before tossing it at the men.

The redhead caught it and nodded at her.

Hestia lifted the bottom of her dress, and before she knew it, she had stepped onto the first stair.

And she descended downwards into Hel.

Hestia stared at the man before looking back at Ace. She blinked. Ace had chopped off her locks, leaving a short cut, the hair only barely touching the top of her neck. Hestia stared at it, before looking back towards the man was.

He was gone.

And the ground was beginning to shake.

Hestia steeled herself with her air magic as the ground opened beneath her, revealing dark stairs down to a nothingness void.
There was no light.

She looked up at Ace.

Hestia stared at the woman in front of her. “I didn’t…I didn’t realize how much you care for him. Do you still love him, Ace? Do you even love me at all?”

The thought came to her, and now it couldn’t leave her brains was she some toy that Ace used to pull herself away from Marcus? Was any of it real?

The man let out a loud chuckle. “Infernalis, you have three days. Choose carefully.”

Hestia shook her head if cobwebs. “Wait, what do you mean ‘Hel’? Like, the place!”

She thought. Of course Infernalis meant the place. Where else would Marcus be? But that meant…

“You’re going to Hel? That doesn’t sound smart to me. Sounds dangerous, actually.”

“SILENCE.” The man spook towards Hestia, his pale hand raised. Hestia glared at him, before looking at Ace. “Acelopina, no. This isn’t worth it.”

The man titled his head at the woman before him, her dress flickering with light. Bright blue, a deep gold, a slight red. He premised the thought, before curting his head softly. “I will allow it. But at a price.”

Hestia looked between the two. “Ace, what is going on? I am getting confused, and you know I hate getting confused.”

The man was still there. He glared at Hestia, who had ignored his calling of her name. “Stiria. She must go alone.”

“You have business to return to, in your own kingdom.”

Hestia looked at Ace. “What is he talking about?”