Guidedâ Maxx and Hades
@hyukjaemp
Maxx had decided it was time. He was going to confront Hades, the person who these spirits kept telling him was his father. He guessed it explained a lot, his powers sorta made sense with Hades being his father, but then if his father was the Greek God of the underworld why would his mother tell him it was fireman. Firemen saved lives and Hades looked after the dead - so he guessed that was ironic.Â
He then wondered if Hades had seen his mother now she was dead, or maybe she went somewhere else, he almost hoped that his family had gone to Hades because maybe then he could see his sister and mother again. He could tell them he was ok, that he was doing well even if it was a lie. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded once. He knew if he didnât go soon he would just back out like he had a few times before.Â
He pulled his jacket on and opened his door taking the elevator up, because his knee ached and honestly he didnât want to be limping by the time he got to the door, he wanted to appear pristine. He didnât want to seem broken, he didnât want his father to see a broken former athlete. He would get to the knee maybe one day. Maybe his father would have seen the Olympics, after all they were started by the Greek Gods.Â
He took a small breath as he approached the door. He was anxious, would his dad even want to see him. Did his dad even know about him? Maybe he did if his mom had gone to the underworld of the Greeks and maybe she would have told him about their son, or maybe she would have kept it a secret. Heâd never told his mother about the dead people he spoke to, so maybe sheâd thought he was normal so why would she tell anyone.Â
He hated that he couldnât believe his mother, the lie about the firefighter, then saying she made it up because she hadnât known who his dad was. He was a child born through acts devoid of love, although he didnât believe in love so maybe it was perfect. He didnât know if his father would even be able to love him, after all this time. His father hadnât seen anything of his life, heâd missed everything the best and worst of Maxxâs life. Maxx didnât even know how to talk to his father.Â
He took a small moment to build himself up before he knocked on the door. Unsure of what to say but knowing he wanted to finally make that connection, to see if the spirits had been right about who exactly his father was.Â













