The trapdoor led Arnold to a room. A throne room to be specific. However, the room looked as if it had been abandoned for decades if not a century. There was dust and dirt everywhere. The paint was coming off of the walls and the cobwebs seemingly covered the entire room. Though strangely enough, the torches hung on the walls were still lit as if they had been left untouched by time.
In the middle of the room was a throne that oddly enough had been turned to face away from the entrance. The path to the throne had been marked with blood that seemed to have been dried long ago. Countless gold and silvery armours were scattered on the floor. It looked as if the armours were trying to fight against someone or something but failed miserably.
Arnold didn't know why but the throne room was giving him some odd vibes as if someone had been waiting for him there. No, it wasn't that. The place seemed too familiar to him. Arnold was sure that he had been here before.
A couple of moments later, he finally recognised the throne room. It had changed quite a bit. The golden curtain that once hugged the walls were now lying on the floor all tattered and ripped to shreds. The silvery paint of the walls had long been replaced by black moss and cobwebs. The gems which had once made the floor resemble the stars were also missing.
"There is no doubt..." Arnold mumbled as he walked deeper into the room, "It's where the trial to my first ascension came to an end. This is the place where I had to answer all those ridiculous riddles to get out of the transdimensional portal..."
"I didn't know you thought my riddles were so ridiculous. Frankly, I even thought you enjoyed them." A voice echoed throughout the room as the throne turned around by itself to reveal a woman Arnold thought he would never have to see again, "It's been far too long, Vassal of my master... or should I say, former master."
"The hell are you doing here, Satina?" Arnold clenched his fists as the memories of the pain he felt all those years ago came rushing back to him as if it all happened yesterday, "What tricks are you going to play now?"
"Oh my, calling a goddess like me by her name? How bold of you..." Satina, also known as the Guide between the worlds, got up from her throne and slowly made her way towards him. Her h_i_p_s were swinging left and right like a pendulum in perfect sync.
She was wearing the same dress Arnold had seen her wearing before. But much like the rest of the room, even her dress was tattered and ragged. The satin dress, or whatever that was left of it, was loosely held by her shoulders and looked like it could slip off at any moment. It had a low neckline that almost completely showed off her ample and voluptuous c_h_e_s_t, something which would have made Arnold extremely uncomfortable if he wasn't already used to being around Natasha. In fact, Satina was dressed quite modestly in comparison to the threads that Natasha wore as a dress.
"I must say, you have grown a lot." Satina went to flick Arnold's nose but he immediately jumped back, "Huhuhu, I see you really live up to your reputation. As the one who has become cancer to Olympus. No wonder that pervert's son, Hercules lost to you. I quite liked him though... there was an aura around him that pulled everyone towards him. It's a shame you hid his body after killing him."
"Cut the crap and tell me why you're here." Arnold's mind was screaming like crazy. He already knew something was seriously wrong with her.
Also, he was not in a mood to play games with her even if she was an underling to the Immortal one. He hated her from the bottom of his heart and he didn't even know he had all these feelings inside him waiting to erupt like a volcano. After all, he hadn't seen nor thought about her in a long... long time. But now that she was standing in front of him, the dormant feelings he had for her inside him reawakened. A feeling of intense hatred.
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