The light instantly turned to darkness, and the image in front of my eyes became more evident by the minute. Lava was burning all around, and in the distance stood a tremendous black throne carved with crimson threads. Is this hell?
"Lorenzo, come to me." Hadas was sitting on his throne, looking somewhere behind me.
"Yes, father. How can I be of service?" Lorenzo took a firm step towards his father.
Looking at his brother, he was a boy of fifteen. The legend of babies being born in the same month does not mean they were born in the same year. My brother is much older than I am, so these stories are true.
"I have an important question for you son, are you ready for this mission?" Hadas looked at his son with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Yes. Before you set off on this jou
