Being Claimed By Hades [private]

At first there were just screams, but they did not come from Chase's mouth. He'd fallen into some sort of pit, that was it. Or maybe he'd discovered an underground city. There were people...but they didn't look like people at all. Their skin was pale and somewhat translucent. There were only faint traces of what they looked like, otherwise everything was just white. This guy's hair looked like it could have been black, and this one had red hair. The ghosts walked soundlessly up to Chase and asked him to "set them free" whatever that meant. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Chase weilded his sword and the ghosts backed away. Chase was there for one thing and one thing only. He already knew he was the son of Hades, but his father was going to give him a proper claiming. "Charon," He said confidently to the ferryman. "To the kingdom of Hades and Persephone!"

Charon nodded and the boat lurched forward without fee. Chase stepped out of the boat when it docked and strode through the doors of the palace. Skeletal warriors lowered their weapons as if they knew who Chase was. There was another set of double doors and Chase walked to them with his head held high. He was now in the throne room. Chase crossed his arms. "Father! Hades! God of the Underworld! Show yourself!"

The door of Hades throne room slammed. Hades sat on his throne, his helmet sat on the small throne next to him. " Greetings, boy. " He said to Chase as he pushed the hair out of his face. " What would you like? Me to be all lovey dovey and ask and ask for your forgivness! " He yelled sarcasticly. " I think not. " He looked over to the throne next to him and sighed.