Chapter 306 - 306

"Please let us in. I swear we won't do anything." Theseus said with a desperate sigh. 

"I don't think this..." Ea mumbled wanting to tell them that their approach didn't seem to be a good idea when the ground began to shake. Everyone gasped, surprised and they fell down. The earth was shaking so hard they couldn't stand and they looked at each other dumbfounded. "What's happening? " Ea asked confused.

"Did we make them mad?" Asmodeus said but no one had an answer. 

Soon the sound of cracking invaded their ears as if something big like a rock was breaking in two. Their guess wasn't that far off. Indeed something was breaking in two but it wasn't a huge rock. It was the earth beneath their feet. Ares looked down, seeing enormous cracks spreading everywhere and shrieked. He tried to get up and run away but he couldn't. The shaking simply would stop and with every try he fell down again and again.

"Shit" Theseus swore then everything crumbled and all of them fell into and endless black hole. Where were they going? No one could answer that. 

Down the rabbit hole, that was the peculiar situation they were in, falling into an endless darkness. Ares somehow managed to grab Ea and bring him close, hugging the small elf so he wouldn't be scared. Rather than scared though Ea was simply shocked. The earth had literally split in two underneath their feet and swallowed them up as if they were nothing. How could someone do that? All of them were looking up, noticing that the crack above their heads, the only source of light was beginning to close. Ares' eyes widened as the light got lesser and lesser. 

"Theseus" Ares called out and the general stared up, seeing the same thing. "What the hell is happening?" he asked but his brother did not have an answer. 

"This is a black hole." Asmodeus said and Ares looked at him with a frown. 

"Well no shit." He commented. 

"No you idiot, this is a black hole. A magic spell. We will keep falling and falling until its caster decides to stop it and we land on the floor with so much force we turn into a pile of guts and bones." He explained with a disgusted expression, imagining how long it would take for him to reassemble himself after that. 

"What?" Ea screamed. "How…How will we get out of this?" he wondered. 

"We can't. Only if Allias defeats those witches we will be set free. They are controlling the spell. Only if they die or stop it we will get out." Asmodeus said as the last ray of lights seemed to disappear. Soon they were falling in an endless pit, their hearts pounding at the thought of being turned into goo at any second. Ea clenched Ares shirt tighter, hiding his face at the crook of his neck while the prince hugged him. He could feel Ea's heart beating loudly, the rhythm frantic, filled with worry. 

"It's okay Ea. Allias will manage. He is strong. We will get out of this fine. Don't worry." He said. 

"There is no way Allias would lose from two witches. No matter how scary they are." Theseus stated showing how blindly he trusted him. "He is the golden king." 

Allias felt his whole body heavy. As if someone had landed rocks on his torso and his limbs. He slowly opened his eyes to face a dark ceiling, a red chandelier hanging from it with many candles lighting up the room. The melted candle often fell and landed on the wooden floor, creating small drops or red. The excruciating pain had stopped, he didn't feel as if someone was piercing his head with needles anymore and for once after a while he seemed to be able to think straight. His green eyes traveled around as his body was too numb for him to move freely. As he turned his head to his right on another bed he managed to spot Mark's body. He was laying there, his eyes closed. 

He couldn't remember clearly what had happened. All he did know what that for a split second he had managed to see a figure, the shadow of a very tall and lean woman before those shadows spread and enveloped him in a very cold and hostile darkness. That was the moment he lost conscious completely. He didn't know where he was, he could imagine though. From the decorations and the shape of the building. He was in the small cottage in a room with two beds. All of the decorations around him were black or deep shades of green and purple. 

"What's going on?" he wondered loudly, staring at the little totems resting on the shelves and the books with the pentagrams on the covers. "This is exactly like a horror movie." He stated and attempted to sit up. He was not restrained so with a bit of dedication he managed to command his sluggish body to be able to move. He looked around again, spotting a small door. It was opened and on the doorstep stood a small black cat with vibrant blue eyes. It meowed when they met eyes and stood up, walking away while wagging slowly its tail. Allias stepped on the wooden floor, hearing the thumping and followed it curious. 

He found himself in an endless hallway, a red carpet underneath his feet while portraits of many men were hanged on the walls. Others were black and white some had color in them. Allias stopped a few times to examine them. Their eyes were void of life, their expressions dull and he shivered. This place seemed so unreal, filled with a very ominous feeling. While he stopped to observe his surroundings the cat stopped too. When he took a while the cat would meow and signal him to move. 

They kept walking straight ignoring the rest of the doors on their sides until they finally reached the end of the hallway. Allias stood right in front of a bright red door. The cat looked at him for one last time before with a loud hiss it turned into nothing. Its body crumbled, becoming a white pile of  bones. The king looked at it surprised before his attention was drawn once more. He heard whispers behind the door. Two women. 

"He is here sister."

"I know, I know. Quiet."

"Is he handsome? You saw him didn't you?"