Cleo’s POV
The flames burned for all but a second before they became more of an annoyance. That scared me. Fire, heat anything that extreme should have hurt me. Should have left me scarred, breathless and begging for release but it hadn’t. Flames created my own hand didn’t hurt me, but this was hell fire. Engulfed in flames of hell I felt relaxed a sense of calm and the feeling of home that even Roman couldn’t provide me.
As the flames disbursed Freya rose from her knees. In the legend’s hell, the underworld was pictured as an underground cave. Lava rivers flowing throughout waiting to snuff the life from anyone that dare touch and every soul damned to this place.
That picture however was very, very wrong. This place looked nothing like the underworld pictured in Hercules as I grew up.
