starter for @son-of-beast // zagreus.
Hot feet scorched the ground below him, the sand turned to glass with every step he took. This burning lava that signed everything he touched was nothing he was unfamiliar with, but such. . . alchemy was beyond him.
He’d heard of sand, of course - from Poseidon, from the records and documents in the Underworld, but he’d never seen it. Much less touched it, or the ocean. Whenever he’d arrive at the surface he would stand on winter and spring, snow to grass. Never, ever, had he escaped the Underworld only to arrive at an ocean.
Perhaps this was one of the tricks of Olympus. Or even Chaos. Zagreus shook the sand and salt water out of his hair, and looked to his surroundings.
“Bastard,” he muttered. “Is this another layer of Hades?”
The giant skull on this island certainly made it seem so. Zagreus stepped forward, careful not to slip on glass, and set foot on grass.
(the fact that he didn’t feel weak yet - or had died, for that matter - did not go unnoticed by him)
“Is there anyone out there?” he called out. “Sorry, I ruined your beach.”
