Chapter 50: After what felt like two hours, but was probably closer to five minutes, we reached a swirling black pit. Fang, of course, jumped in with us on his back, but without a warning. “Welcome to the lair of the hellhounds.” he announced. “A perfect time, Artemis, to prove your strength.” “To what?” “Prove your strength. Get a hellhound of your own. That should prove yourself at least a little bit, and show you a little bit of just how hard it will be to prove it to Hades.” “So you’re ditching me?” “Pretty much.” “And you want me to ditch North Star as well?” “Well I wouldn’t mind, but no. Only for our journey through Hell.” “So you’ll introduce me?” “Absolutely not. I need to go find out stuff. And I’m pretty sure Phoenix has someone she needs to catch up with. So you can introduce yourself. Just try not to die please; we’re not keen to meet Hades without you, especially since it’s your fault.” “No pressure of course,” I snapped back. Phoenix was looking around, a strange look in her eyes. “I need to go find someone, I’ll be back when you’re done, Fang.” “Very well.” And they both went away. Leaving me all alone to introduce myself to the hellhounds who were now approaching and lingering around me. Author's Note: DITCHEDDDDD -Jenna
Chapter 51: I just stood there watching as a group of hellhounds formed a loose circle around me. They were of all different colors and looks, some with black fur, some with brown fur, others with eerily sparkling fur, and all sorts of other appearances. They were all different sizes too, some as small as a house cat, and others as big as a bear. One stepped forward. He had shining purple and black fur, with a hint of dark gray over one of his iridescent purple eyes. He had a deep, rumbling voice that seemed to come from the very depths of Hell itself. “Who are you?” he rumbled in my mind. “Artemis,” I responded, trying to sound confident. “I’m a Froster.” Might as well get it out now. “A Froster. What is a Froster doing in the middle of Hell?” he asked. I needed to impress him. “I’m here to find a villain and stop a battle,” I said. “I need to get to Hades and honor my promise to Thanatos, and then get back to the surface. And for that, I need a ride.” The hellhound growled. “The depths of Hell is a dangerous place,” he said. “Many have gone in the palace of Hades, but few have ever come out.” “I know,” I said. “But I have to try.” The hellhound stared at me for a long moment. Then he said, “I will help you.” I was surprised. “You will?” I asked. That was quick. Too quick. I was waiting for the catch. “Yes,” he said. “Only during your journey here. Anyone who is willing to honor their promise by proving their worth meeting Hades, all to stop a villain, especially Agatha, is worth carrying.” “Additionally, Fang of Blood respects you, and that also is not easily gained,” he continued. “Thank you,” I said. “I appreciate your help. What should I call you?” “Call me Darkness of Night.” Author's Note: Credit to for this name! Darkness of Night
