Chapter 101 - Hades, You Brat!

The king of hell who was sitting on a high throne made up of human skulls was radiating dangerously imposing aura through his furry black robe, it seemed as if he was wearing the skin of a wild black fox, which was obviously a beast of dark magic on his shoulders, with a grin that decorated his face as he tapped his index finger onto the right skull where his hand rested.

An intense atmosphere was lurking in the hall as the tension was keeping the air suffocated leaving no room for anyone to grasp, lord Hades was becoming impatient and started to tap his right foot onto the ground that had a red carpet laid on the black shiny marble floor. It seemed as if he was waiting for someone, his piercing golden eyes were darted towards the gate of the vast hall.

A portal appeared from nowhere, and a young man stepped out from it. Behind his silhouette was a long corridor enlightened with golden lights that were in the shape of ancient styled lamps and bleak paint in which the walls were dipped.

He was wearing an austere stern expressions on his face, as soon as his right foot landed onto the ground, the burning hot magma below his step starting to gather around his silhouette.

The fire of Hell from the cracks of the ground started to catch his body but instead of burning his body to ashes, the lava coiled up his leg, curling around his body like a snake and the places from where it started, his clothes began to change.

As the fire paced upwards towards his face, the man's denim and white shirt began to titter and soon he got adorned into a black jeans and had glaring silver chain around his waist, the dangerous aura he emitted was scary enough to faint any human, but of course the possible answer anyone would come up after witnessing him was that the mysteriously handsome man was definitely not a human!

The lava crawled up and his burnt dress got swept away like visible ashes in the thin air, baring his well crafted abs and whole upper body. The fiery snake crawled upto his neck, burning the skin and carved a black dragon on his right shoulder, it was still a wonder that whenever he arrived into the dimension his body transforms into its original form but it never hurt him, and the lava of both the realms never burnt him.

The dragon roared on his shoulder with it's screaming face resting at the right side of his broad chest, and it's tail spread throughout the man's right hand, ending on his index finger. The lord of Spirit Realm was back to visit someone, and it was none other than his friend, the emperor of hell.

The man was left with a bright silver shoulder plate on his left side, the lava coiled around his body like he owned the element. The fire vanished forming a black cape which covered only his left shoulder, as the flames danced on the ends and finally died down, the specific pattern belonged to the mighty emperor of Spirit Realm and no other man was allowed to wear it let alone copying or altering it to mould into another.

His expressions did not change ever since the transformation began rather a seriousness graced his face, and could be seen in his tyrannical eyes which turned to green and other to champagne, his hazel eyes were back to the heterochromic state. Lord Sinclair seemed angry and this time the fire that had coiled around his body accelerated and caught an unusual pace which manifested the lord's ire, after all fire was his element.

His short blonde hair grew longer cascading to shoulder length, and soon he was transformed into his original appearance, as the supreme lord, the King of Spirit Realm.

The man clenches his fist and the portal closed it's wide circular mouth.

"You just wait for me Hades, you brat! How dare you do such a thing to me."

Gritting his teeth, the lord averted his head and to his right a massively out stretched garden laid which lead towards the Spirit realm. A poisoned silence floated through the air, as the black smoke was spread throughout the sky. The emperor heaved a sigh as he glanced towards his left, where the sky was burning with red heavy smoke, stretched far to valleys.

Once again the lord was standing on the gateway between two realms, where the mutual portal opened. The visual on both sides was contrary to narrate which of course were crafted out with magical powers to mislead the enemies and to give them an illusionist view of barren and destroyed lands, one was his kingdom, the Spirit realm. And the other was the territory of Hades, the terrifying realm, Hell, where he was supposed to go.

To his expectations a few people arrived in form of a small army on black horses with a silver carriage, the four wheels of the carriage were decorated with spikes, the lord of hell loved to play with human skulls and bones and everything under his wings was the proof of his liking. The top of the carriage was reinforced with heavy built Armor and the sides were just covered with skulls, just how the taste liked by Hades.

Sure a resemblance was manifested between his personalized chariot and the ones from Hades kingdoms as both the kings dealt with dead people, as the sinful spirits were supposed to pass through this kingdom where they are imprisoned and then carried to Hades to be punished.

A messenger jumped from the silver saddle of his black horse as he loosened the reins of the animal and immediately knelt on his knees, as his other men followed the chief's act. They were strictly ordered by Hades to bring his friend with honour to him, so he sent his right hand messenger to fetch lord Sinclair at the point of joint of two realms.

"Greetings Lord Sinclair, lord Hades has sent us with the chariot to receive his highness. It's our honour to have your precious visit."

A dangerous black aura started to form around the lord's silhouette as he tried hard to restrain himself from levelling the men with his deadly scowl, after all it wasn't their fault only Hades was responsible. 

None of the men dared to utter anything as they waited for the Lord to speak and a poisoned silence hovered, which forced the men to show obedience towards the King as they were not allowed to show any disobedience to dear friend of their king, out of fear to be turned into ashes within the blink of an eye.

It was only the voice of the minister that resonated throughout the valley, as he was the only man out there under the rule of Hades, who had the temerity to call the 'Ghost King' by his name, but yes with the fusion of respectable addressing along with his actual name.

"Lars! How are you doing?"

Lord Sinclair's curt expressions softened at the very moment, as he saw the man who was kneeling ahead of the other men who followed him and paid the greetings to the mighty lord by kneeling before him.

"This humble servant is doing great, my lord. Lord Hades had left the southern reigns in my hand for a few days to investigate the matter of the prisoner soul who  dared to escape from his destined fate!"

The right hand minister Lars narrated his currently assigned tasks which showcased his position of authority, Sinclair had appointed Elmore to find clues about the escape soul, on his side.

No matter how much he loved his bride and wanted to spend time with her, his duty as the Supreme Deity always came first. As he still needed to catch those runaway spirits as soon as possible before they could do any harm, or leave the spirit realm and the matter was yet unresolved even after a month.

"They actually dared to escape from our clutches, hopefully I will show that spirit that it's dangerous to play with fire, that it could reduce his bones down to nothing, If he is found soon I will make sure he will meet worse than the destined fate."

Minister Lars uttered his plans to take revenge on the evil spirit for making him work so hard and to give him countless sleepless nights.

"Mhmm, I will pray that you both will find him soon. Elmore and you are actually performing your tasks diligently."

Lord Sinclair muttered with a lopsided grin as he brushed the hair of his neatly trimmed beard and brushed his chin with right hand as his breath became heavy, with a determined smirk and red flicker in his differently coloured eyes he responded to the minister.

"Rise up you all!"

Lord Sinclair's coarse and heavy voice fell into the ears of the swarm like thunder, the man on the end of the cluster felt a slight shiver in his body as he nearly stumbled over in his kneeling position. The man got a hold of himself haphazardly and dared to peek through the corner of his eyes while lifting his head a little, to confirm that if anyone had noticed him or not.

Lord Sinclair obviously saw him but pretended not to, the man was a trainee who had joined a week ago and didn't meet Lord Sinclair until the day. He might have never thought the lord to be that scary, Sinclair's heterochromia was enough to induce fear in his opponents because his eyes held some kind of strange flicker that could force the next person to obey him unconsciously. 

"Let's move, I don't want your master to wait for me that long. I'm impatient to meet him!"

Sinclair tried to sound friendly regarding the talk of Hades, yet he was partially angry on him and came all the way to give him an actual beating.

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