#fierydisposition

She sees you. She missed you

        Great. Absolutely great.

        Helga sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This was not the news she needed. There had been something cathartic about the idea that death - especially the sort she flirted with - was sudden. It came without warning and left without a trace. For it to be a lingering, creeping sort of thing? That changed the game.

        Especially when she had hoped the death had been quick, sudden, and damning.

        “Gee, thanks. I feel a million times better,” she muttered, glancing up at the impossibly tall man. Don’t beat yourself up too much. What the Hell was that supposed to do for her? 

Two bitter, sarcastic friends roasting each other for all eternity. What could possibly go wrong?

“Oh yeah?  . . . Blonde , Brunette , or Snakes ?”

Beej pockets his hands with a groan , scuffing a boot dejectedly at the Underworld’s limestone.

“Dammit...why couldn’t I have been born into a family that knew how to do magic? This would be so much easier with some help...” She was attempting to put the finishing touches with a new teleportation spell she was developing. Muttering to herself as she made her notes; pen in one hand with a glass of peach wine in her other hand. Setting the glass and book down on her desk, she set all of the materials for her spell on a square table in front of her in a glass ball. Some of the ingredients included angels herb, calendula or pot marigold, some asphodel flowers, some mint leaves and powdered white poplar root. She used some of these ingredients for protection for the user of the spell, and others to soften any negative affects of the sudden travel on the body. 

“Okay....this should be perfect.” Despite how sure she was, when she performed the spell...nothing happened. According to her notes the ingredients should have turned into a purple and silver smoke inside the glass ball.

“What..? I’m sure that should have worked....maybe these ingredients just don’t work?” It wasn’t the first time a spell had failed the first time she tried to use it, but she had never seen one of her failures cause obsidian smoke to start appearing across her floor. 

Martha took a few tentative steps back from her ingredients where the smoke seemed to be originating from under the table, unsure what was happening. “What the hell? That’s not what that’s supposed to do.” 

She smirked, holding back laughter at his response. “And whose fault would that be?” 

@fierydisposition

This was so frustrating. Kevin was an artist! He needed to create! So how could he be stuck for inspiration? He had been trying for days to work on his new album, but nothing seemed to be coming together. Flipping through an issue of Proggers, he found an interview with an obscure band who seemed to have been going through something similar. This guy was apparently able to find inspiration from Greek mythology, particularly Hades.

Well, if it helped that guy, maybe Kevin could do the same. “God of the Underworld” sounded pretty cool, so it seemed to make sense he could get some inspiration. He checked out a book on Gods and Goddesses from his school library, but reading wasn’t something he really liked. Or was good at, for that matter. Skimming through the section, something caught his eye; ‘Worship’. Yeah, of course! Why read a stupid book when he could just ask the guy directly!

Hades was kind of like Satan, right? And lots of rock stars worshipped Satan, so he was probably a lot more busy. Clearing a spot on his basement bedroom floor, he placed two fat candles he’d bought at the mall once cause he thought they looked cool (one black and one red) on the ground, lighting them. Turning his attention back to the book, he looked at a list of items that could be of use in the ritual. A lot of the stuff wasn’t really too easy to come by. “Jesus, Hades. You think I’m made of money here...?” he mumbled to himself.

Jewels were flat out, and so was any dead animals. Gross... but crystal.... He had a crystal ash tray! Okay, maybe some of this stuff he could actually get... After a quick scavenger hunt around the house, he placed what he could get on the ground in front of him. This was a crystal ash tray, his dad’s car keys, and a breath mint. Turning his attention back to the book, he arranged himself as recommended. Kneeling on the floor, and hitting hit with the palms of his hands  

“You hear me okay down there...!? Hades...? I’m trying to write an album here...! I got some of the shit you like, but you know, I’m not rich or nothing!” He felt stupid. This wasn’t nearly as cool as Satan worship...