The gates sealed behind them with a sound like stone grinding bone.
Lucifer stood still for a moment, letting his eyes roam the hall. His gaze moved slow, deliberate, like he was reading the place instead of just looking.
Hades walked ahead, boots echoing against the black marble floor. His voice carried, low and clipped. "Stay where I can see you."
Lucifer didn't answer. He began strolling after them, hands in his pockets, coat trailing like spilled ink.
Zeus lagged a few steps behind, his eyes flicking between the two of them. He didn't say anything either.
The hall opened into a broad causeway that overlooked the deeper layers of the Underworld. From here, you could see the rivers winding through jagged cliffs, the green glow of the Asphodel Fields, the far shimmer of Elysium's gates. Above, the cavern ceiling stretched so high it faded into black.
