Fan Fiction |
by Ellen Ly
"Yes, Jay? Maybe you need a new wall...Try pink. Maybe that will cheer you up--"
"I DO NOT WANT OR NEED TO BE CHEERED UP! If I'm gloomy, then I'm gloomy. Who do you think you are, a servant?!"
"Well, I AM a servant--"
"Anyway, don't call me 'Jay'. I'm...Hades. Hmm...King sounds too old for me. How about 'Hades...PRINCE of the Underworld'!" Jay smirked smugly. "Get my chariot. I'm going out for a ride. I need to do some grocery shopping. Our food supplies have run out, correct?" He stood up and the black cloak floated behind him as he swiftly strode to the door.
The servant looked at the throne. "And I'm Jerry Yan, servant of Hades," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I don't even get paid for this service."
"Excuse me?" a cold voice asked.
Jerry turned around quickly enough to see Jay who was standing right behind him, listening to every word he had muttered.
A cold smile touched Jay's lips as his evil eyes glowed in a strange light.
Jerry was horrified. That cold smile of Jay's was not a good omen. "S-sorry, sir," he said meekly, lowering his head. Hades would probably whip him or come up with something even scarier--he always did.
"I assume you wouldn't desire an eternal punishment like the one that Sisyphus was given, would you?" the dark prince said quietly in a low voice.
Jerry's chin dropped. Sisyphus had been an awful king of Corinth who'd displeased the gods severely. He was sentenced to push a huge rock uphill for eternity. Whenever Sisyphus managed to get the rock halfway up, it would break lose and roll down to the bottom, and he'd be forced to push it back up again. The miserable cycle would continue over and over, and Jerry could just picture Sisyphus pushing the rock uphill at that moment. "No, sir. I'm sorry." Jerry looked down at his ragged robe made of cheap cotton. Hades probably got it for him for fifty percent off at Cheapo Depot.
"Get the chariot. NOW." Hades' muscles were tense.
Jerry quickly tiptoed past Jay and out the door.
September 25, 2004. Saturday.