FIRST MEETING PROMPTS | ACCEPTING
[Zombie] For our Muses to be caught in a zombie attack together ~ @glory-hasnoplacehere [Ialu]
The Prince found himself panting. His thoughts were racing at a thousand stades a minute. The skies were blue here on the surface, and he had breached through his father’s realm once again. But the world was wrong. Had he exited into another underworld? The shades here were clearly malicious, but they were not ghastly or possessed of their wits. His blade cut through them just as easily as any of the dead. In fact it felt more like the slaughter of the Satyrs of the Temple of Styx, more than it reminded him of the shades.
But the problem with this Underworld was that they were everywhere. Entire cities’ worth of bodies; shambling and arms outstretched, pursued him. But where he could dash upon wings of holy flame, they tripped, stumbled, and fell.
Overall, he felt he could take them in time. A war of attrition, in this hell that was not his own. Footfalls of flame touched on the cold stone floor of an industrial building -- empty, save for some corpses that had been dragged across the floor. Moved, perhaps? Cleared. The darkness was no stranger to him, as his eyes flick around. An upper level, accessible only by ladder, seemed like a well-enough place to catch his breath.
Only... there was someone in there already.
“-Oh! Well then. Sorry for the intrusion. You... wouldn’t have any idea where we might be, would you? Norse Hel, perhaps? Or is this that Christian underworld I keep hearing about? I’d hate to think that this is what’s become of the surface, truthfully.”
