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The crowd was packed around the dance floor and Luke grimaced, making his way to the edge of the room for some peace. It was understandable how many people had attended the ball, after all, it was the first time in centuries the Underworld was open to the other Olympians. The dark realm was a mystery to the other Gods and Goddesses, who, unlike Han, could not travel to the space whenever they liked. Overall, it made for quite a tourist attraction. People made their way throughout every space that was allowed, absorbing and learning as much they could before the ball ended and they were sent back to Mount Olympus.
Luke, of course, had the same idea. To be in the Underworld without consequence and not explore it was a foolish thing to do. But of course, he was blocked by his father, who was ever so protective of him after his mother's death despite the threat of Palpatine being gone.
Palpatine was the previous Hades who had ruled over the dead however, unlike his predecessors who were content with their position, he was plotting to attain a more sinister position. He’d tried to open Tartarus so that the titans could continue their chaos and kill the Olympians, all so he could be at the head of Mount Olympus and have revenge for his isolation. But after trying to recruit Luke’s father who’d refused, he turned his anger on his wife, Padme, thinking she was standing in his way and killed her. But that was a fatal mistake that led to his death.
Despite his defeat, Anakin was still on edge being in the undead realm and had his eye on Luke at every angle. Luke had since retreated to a lone corner of the room, pitifully sipping at his wine whilst watching others dance and celebrate.
“Luke.”
Understandably after being so deep in thought, he jumped. But also pulled a spelled blade from his robes. His father would be proud. He turned, blade in hand, and sighed.
“Leia, warn me, please. I could’ve stabbed you.”
“You would’ve tried,” his twin sister sniffed.
“Whatever.” He mumbled.
“Anyway, I saw you looking miserable and decided to save you.”
He sighed. “Father won’t let me leave. I think he’ll take us both back any second. But it’s not fair. How many times will the Underworld be open to others? I want to see this place, Leia.” He said earnestly.
She nodded in understanding. “Alright, don’t worry Luke, I’ll talk to him.”
“I highly doubt he’ll be convinced.”
“I’m the Goddess of Wisdom, give me a little credit.” She walked away with a wink and Luke held in another sigh watching her go. Good luck, he thought.
After the death of their mother, Leia took her position as Athena and had since been doing an amazing job. He knew their father was proud of her. Anakin on the other hand had been given penance and chose to take the mantle of Demeter; to live the rest of his life as a God of Agriculture, this time growing and nurturing instead of destroying.
Luke had altogether skipped his reckoning and chose to stay with his father as the Goddess Persephone. He didn’t regret his choice, Persephone was an amazing mantle, and he turned a new season for the human realm, a season that was full of love and acceptance. However, the only downside was that his father was always with him, and Luke ached for some privacy and to be able to explore on his own.
He spotted Leia coming back through the crowd and tensed in anticipation. Please, please, please.
“What did he say?” He immediately gasped out when she came close.
Leia didn’t speak and Luke felt himself deflate. He should’ve known better.
“Don’t look so glum, I haven’t said anything yet.”
His head snapped up. “Don’t joke with me.”
Leia smiled at him. “I’d never. But I convinced him, I just have to go along with you.”
He couldn’t believe Leia had pulled it off, he’d never doubt her diplomacy skills again. But she also had their father twisted around her finger. Whatever works.
“Let’s go!” Luke didn’t wait, giddy with anticipation and immediately led her out the overarching ballroom doors and into the palace.
Around them the dark stone of the castle was contrasted by the blood-red tapestries and large chandeliers, which were present in each room, all imbedded with dark gems and rubies. The architecture of the rooms was characterised by the pointed arches in each doorway and intricate stone carvings on the walls.
“I like the ambience,” Luke remarked as they made their way into a long, low lit room, the fires burning a light green, this time with paintings of a man with burning, black wings falling from the sky, etched onto the ceiling.
“You, God of Spring, like this gothic vibe?” Leia joked from beside him.
“I don’t see it as gothic, it’s comfortable. To be honest, I expected more paintings of suffering and death.”
“The new Hades probably replaced some stuff,” she pointed to a marble statue at the end of the long room. “See look, that’s new.” Lit by the green fires, the statue depicted a large man, wearing a sleek helmet, with a T-shaped visor in the middle. He was holding a long sword limp in one hand, while his other hand was held up in front of him, a small ball lying in the middle of his palm.
“How do you know it's new?”
“That’s the helmet that Hades wears in battle, but from what I’ve heard Palpatine was never a fan of it and it was never worn. The new Hades probably took a liking to it for it to be on the statue, instead of his actual face. Also, the battle is inscribed on the bottom.” She answered.
Glancing down, The Battle of Mandalore was etched into the stone. The infamous battle was the final fight against Palpatine and his forces before he was destroyed, taking place in the dark reaches of the Underworld, near the gateway to Tartarus.
“Genius.” Luke deadpanned.
Leia opened her mouth, probably to insult him back before a voice resounded in the room.
“Mistress Leia, Han is asking for you. He said it's important.” C3-PO, Leia’s butler had wandered in, his yellow hair and skin almost metallic to their eyes.
“He always says that,” Leia grumbled. But Luke could see how her eyes lit up slightly at the mention of Hermes. Always travelling, they never had much chance to see each other, and he knew Leia liked him more than she let on.
“Go,” he nudged her. “It might be important this time.” She looked conflicted but Luke cut her off. “Just don’t let dad see you and I’ll be fine.”
“Alright fine.” She grumbled. “Don’t go off wandering into trouble.”
“I never do that!” He indignantly squawked.
“Sure.” She kicked him on the shin lightly and walked away, C3-PO blabbering to her as they left.
Sighing he looked back up at the ceiling mural. Icarus, if he was seeing it right. Quite a tragedy, Luke thought. Mortals were so fragile.
He turned back to the statue and analysed it quietly. Why did the new Hades favour the helmet so much? It wasn’t in character for the big three Gods to hide their faces, in fact, they were quite boastful. Luke wasn’t there for the Reckoning of the New Hades nor his acceptance ceremony, so he had no idea what the man looked like or what his chosen name was. Maybe he was ugly.
“Do you like it?” A voice suddenly spoke behind him.
Luke, for the second time that day, jumped. He turned to the large man who appeared behind him with a scowl.
“What is wrong with you all? Is creeping around a new trend I’m unaware of?”
The man in question gaped slightly at him before he released a low chuckle that went down Luke’s spine.
“You’ll have to tell me, we don’t get that many trends down here.”
Luke smiled slightly and surveyed the man. He wore black robes, with silk patterns shining slightly against the matte fabric. Dark hair framed the man’s face accompanied by a slight beard. He was smiling too, making the corner of his brown eyes crinkle. He was handsome, Luke thought.
He thought of the man’s previous words. “Do you live here?” Luke wasn’t sure he’d seen the man on Mount Olympus, so he was probably an underworld dweller.
The man coughed slightly. “Yes, I do.”
“Do you like it?” He couldn’t help but ask, it was such a strong contrast to Mount Olympus, but perhaps for the better.
“I do actually. It’s..peaceful. The darkness of it doesn’t make much of a difference to me, it’s brighter in the mornings too.”
“Anything worth seeing?” He had to make the most of his time here, after all.
He smiled at Luke. “The gardens. Other places too but they're outside of the palace.”
Luke slumped at that. He guessed the gardens were fine, but the mystery and the intrigue of the dark realm made him curious.
“I see.” He replied to the large man. “I’m Luke by the way. I’m the God Persephone.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Luke.” He said his name softly and it sounded nice in his deep voice.
The man didn’t say anything else for a second, seemingly contemplative and Luke was growing confused before he spoke again.
“I’m Din,” he introduced. “But the mortals call me Hades.”
Luke gaped at him. “You- what? You’re Hades?”
Din- Hades- laughed softly. “Yes, I thought you already knew.”
“I-“ Luke spluttered. “I wasn’t able to attend your Reckoning, I had no idea what you looked like. I can’t believe I seriously asked you if you lived here.” Luke covered his face with his hands as he felt his face flush.
Din chuckled again. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thanks.” Luke deadpanned, though the effect was lost considering he was still hiding behind his hands.
“Back to my original question”, he sounded slightly shy , “do you like it?” Din’s head tilted toward the statue of the warrior. Of himself .
“Well- actually yes, and I’m not saying this now that I know your Hades. It’s simple and not like the big ones they have at Olympus that are boastful of their strength. It’s refreshing to see.”
“Huh.” Din huffed next to him. “I saw this one as boastful, that’s why I stuck it down here. I don’t come here often so I wouldn’t have to see it.”
Luke scoffed. “You’ll have to come to see the ones at Olympus if you think this is too much.”
“I’d rather not.” He replied blandly.
“Don’t like it up there?” He wouldn’t say he was surprised. Despite each Hades being different, they all seemed to dislike Olympus. Except for Palpatine, he relished being in the centre of attention, but he was obviously an outlier.
“It’s not bad, but Zeus is annoying.” He said honestly. “Makes it his mission to follow me wherever I go. Probably wants to make sure I’m not planning everyone’s annihilation.”
Luke laughed. “He can be persistent.”
Din hummed. “So what were you doing down here?”
“Exploring. Demeter, my father, he’s..” Luke didn’t know if he should continue. Anakin’s hatred was for Palpatine, not Din but he didn't want to offend God.
“Right, Anakin,” Din said, recognising the name. Luke wasn’t surprised. It would be odd if Din didn't know his father and his role in Palpatine’s plot after taking the mantle of Hades. “He didn’t like you wandering around here alone?”
“Yes. He’s a bit cautious after what happened to my mother but it’s getting annoying.” He admitted. “He let me go because my sister Leia was with me, but she had to go see Han- Hermes.” He clarified.
Din nodded. “Well, you’re not alone anymore.” He reasoned.
Luke snorted. “I don’t think my father would see this as better.”
“Maybe not.” Din shrugged. “But that’s only if he knows.”
Luke looked at him. “Don’t you have a party to host?”
“I’ve been doing it for hours- I need a break. Besides, I’ll still be able to keep an eye on everything.”
“How?”
Din waved a hand and the ground seemed to crumble in a spot away from them. Luke watched in wonder as a skeleton came crawling out, some pieces of fabric hanging from its bones. It faced Din and bowed, the click-clack of its bones echoing in the long room.
“I see what they see.” Din explained and he nodded back at the skeleton. “Thank you, you can join the others at the ballroom.”
The skeleton bowed again and made his way out, walking almost mechanically.
Luke watched it go with wonder.
“That’s amazing.” He breathed.
Din hummed next to him. “It was strange at first, and a little frightening to tell the truth. But I’ve grown used to them.”
Luke thought he would, who else was there to keep him company in the Underworld?
“Would you like to go see the garden now?”
Luke smiled, “yes thank you.”
Din led him out of the long room, taking him through several other hallways all adorned with tapestries and deep colours until they reached two, large overarching doors, both encased with stained glass.
“This is the entrance to the garden,” he gestured towards it and waited, and Luke took it as a sign to approach it himself. He laid a hand on the thick handle, the blue stained glass casting a hue on his skin. Tentatively, he twisted the brass handle and swung it open.
A large, curved platform with twisting rails surrounded him, adorned with a large staircase leading down. Taking the lead, Luke walked over the long platform and made his way down the dark steps, Din a few breadths behind him. As he reached the last step, he looked over and gasped.
The stories spoke of the Underworld as a dead, cold place; nothing grew, let alone survived. The sky was blood red and the sun a piercing black. A place so foul Zeus himself avoided it. The lore went on. Once upon a time, Luke had believed it, had fervently trusted in the scary stories his parents told him to make him behave. He feared the Underworld, and he feared Hades. And the war with Palpatine had all but confirmed it.
But the sight in front of him blew all his previous beliefs out of his mind and down to Tartarus. A long cobblestone path made its way across the garden, twisting in its path to move to different areas. Between it, large and in full bloom were flowers. Breeds he hadn’t seen or known were nestled against each other, rustling in the slight wind.
His previous hesitation gone, he rushed forward, kneeling to inspect the fauna. A black petalled flower met his focus, a line of dark purple lining the petals. His fingers gently caressed the flower, and he marvelled at its softness of it. It almost bordered silk. The dark green stem was thick and held various spaded leaves crawling down its path.
His gaze moved onto one behind it, identical in appearance but seemed to be drooping slightly. Reaching over, he touched the petals gently, focusing his power and in a second the dark flower straightened, unfurling itself almost proudly. Kneeling back, he admired the newly invigorated flower and tilted his head back to meet Din’s eyes.
The God was staring at the previously drooped flower with a look of wonder and slowly, almost hesitantly, kneeled next to him. Reaching out, he simply tapped the flower, watching it straighten itself again, smiling all the while.
“That’s amazing.”
“God of Spring,” he replied. “If I can’t heal a drooping flower, I’d be pretty useless in my role.”
Din huffed lightly, the corner of his eyes crinkling.
“Would you heal some others for me? I’ve been trying but they don’t respond to anything I do.”
“Of course,” Luke said quickly. Seeing more of the Underworld’s fauna and being able to heal them too? He was obviously going to say yes.
Din led him across the garden and they stopped several times for Luke to marvel at different breeds while Din told him their names and meaning.
The one Luke had healed before was a Pinkbubble, as according to Din the edges had darkened to the familiar purple after centuries. He hadn’t seen these species before, and it only heightened his desire to see them all and to learn about them. Their size, colouring, and what type of environment they had to live in to survive.
They reached a small plot of grass, the flowers in it being crushed and drooping. Luke raised and brow and immediately got to work, healing the flowers.
“What caused this?”
Din paused before answering. “A child.”
Luke laughed slightly, shaking his head as he remembered the mortal children running around in spring, pulling flowers from the root to present to their parents or to play games with.
“They certainly have an affinity for them.”
Standing up, he smiled at Din and looked around the large grounds. Hedges lined the edges of the gardens, creating a soft barrier while enclosing a large number of flowers inside. Other pathways led off in different directions, lightened by the glow of green flames sitting in lanterns.
He knew that other than the castle, the gardens were the only attraction he could see on the estate. However, he couldn’t help but face Din, mind whirling, trying to find a way to convince him.
He must’ve been deep in thought because Din stepped closer to him and spoke softly.
“Is everything alright?”
Luke wanted to answer straight away but he suddenly felt ashamed and hesitated. Din was already helping him by seeing the gardens, risking his father’s wrath and whatever accusations he would throw at him. Luke had taken him away from the party too, and despite his past words, he didn’t want him to be missing out on the fun just to accompany Luke to heal some flowers.
He cleared his throat. “Yes, I- um, thank you for accompanying me here. You didn’t have to.”
Din only shrugged, his large shoulders moving smoothly with the movement.
“I wanted to.” He simply replied but his voice, Gods it was so warm.
He floundered slightly grasping at his voice before he quickly continued. “We can go back to the party now, I- I’ve seen everything out here.”
He took a step back towards the stairs but Din didn’t move, his head titled while observing Luke, brow hair moving in the wind.
“There’s something else I’d like to show you if you want.”
Oh he wanted, but his reality set it quickly. Din had other responsibilities. “But.. the party?”
“I have my men watching it for me, remember?” Right, the skeleton soldiers.
“But wouldn’t the other Gods and Goddesses want to see you instead? You’re the host?”’
Din shook his head. “I’d been here for hours when they were all sober. I doubt they need my entertainment now.” Din huffed slightly, amusement colouring his next words. “I think Dinosyus supplied me with some rather strong wine.”
Luke had never had a particular opinion on the boisterous God, but he thanked him repeatedly now in his mind. “Only if you can.” He said, finally supplying an answer.
“I can.”
Fate decided, Luke followed the God back into the palace watching them go deeper into the space, outside the restrictions that were placed. Soon the echoes of the voices and laughter of the other Olympians faded and they stopped at a twisted staircase, seemingly unending.
“How long is this thing?” Peering down, all he saw was endless darkness.
“It’s enchanted,” Din answered. “If anyone tries to go down this way, they’ll be walking forever.”
“Forever?” He was astonished.
Din hummed. “Unless I decide otherwise.”
Casually, he held out his hand and Luke foundered. He gave a questioning look.
“I’ll have to take us down.” Din said simply.
He carefully slipped his hand into his, and almost sighed at the warmth emanating from it.
“Here we go.”
Shadows began to crawl from Din and Luke held in a gasp as he watched them curl over him. If he listened carefully, he could’ve sworn he heard whispers coming from the shadows. For a moment, black covered his vision and he felt the air around them whoosh. He clutched tighter at Din’s hand and received and squeeze in response. In almost a second, the world quieted down as the shadows retreated back to Din and he could see again.
They were in a large dark room, the ceiling higher than any other he’d seen in the palace. Straw was scattered on the ground and a unique odour covered the room. It was thick but similar to what he’d smelt on the mortal farms.
“What is this place?”
Din stepped closer to him, eyes bright. “Turn around Luke.”
He did. At first, the darkness made shapes in the room but then Din clicked his fingers and green flames lit up around the room.
He gasped. He now understood why the room was further away than the others.
In the middle of the room, a giant three-headed dog was staring right at them. It was sitting on a mountain of straw and hay, heads resting on its body and its tail wagging.
One head opened a mouth to yawn while another cocked its head at them.
Did Din bring him here to kill him? Oh, he should’ve listened to his father. Turning sharply, he looked up at Din for answers, a hand going to rest where his dagger was concealed.
“What is this?”
“Cerberus.”
“..what?”
Din stepped away from Luke and approached the three-headed beast. He gave each head an appropriate amount of pats and rubs, and Gods no one would believe him if he said, Hades, Lord of the Underworld, Harbinger of Death was making cooing sounds.
“Cerberus is the guard of the Underworld. He’s usually at the gates, but we didn't think a giant dog being the first sight the other Olympians saw would lead to a good first impression. So he’s down here until they leave.” He said simply.
“I-“
He didn't know what to say. The Underworld played host to a variety of species but this was the most bizarre.
“He’s safe?” He asked cautiously.
“He is,” Din said firmly.
He approached the dog carefully, not wanting to startle it and be chomped up. He stood next to Din, directly in front of the beast and held up his hand.
He didn’t pet it, just held it up and his breath caught as the first head gave it a curious sniff. And then the second, and the third.
“This is the God Persephone, Luke. He’s a friend.” Din announced to them.
Friend? His heart warmed at the word, glad to be on good terms with the time they had together. Cerebrus growled in response, probably understanding his master’s words.
Like before, Din gestured forward with his hand and Luke’s eyes popped. He couldn’t be serious.
Din only raised a brow.
He lifted a hand again, waiting for Cerebrus to give it another sniff before he stepped closer and petted it. Almost instantly a purring sound echoed in the room and Luke laughed as another head nudged him wanting attention. He directed another hand towards it, giving it a scratch under the chin. Its tongue lolled out as it sighed.
Din rubbed the fur of the final head, not wanting it to be left out. He could almost laugh. He didn’t know how the night was going to go, but this was not it.
They stayed there for a while, giving it pats and coos, and Din revealed a large bone that Luke would’ve thrown, but decided against it in fear of being trampled.
“Let's get on their back.”
His head snapped to Din. “We can?”
Din hummed. “Cerberus, let Luke on your back.”
The two heads Luke petted let out a woof while the last that was attached to Din only blinked.
“Come on, it’s his first time here. And he loves you.” Din reasoned.
Probably due to Din’s words and not his faith in Luke, the dog lowered its head and Din stepped up one’s nose, as he helped Luke up.
Holding onto several parts of fur, he pulled himself onto the top of its head. Din’s hand was a ghostly touch behind him, ready to catch him if he slipped.
Slowly, he felt a rush of air and his chest tightened as he realised the head was lifting. Unthinking, he clutched into Din who wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, acting as a wall for Luke to lean on during the turbulence. Not once did he budge. They reached higher and higher, wobbling as the other heads ascended and lifted their giant body off the ground and into a standing position. Now Cerebrus had reached his full height and Luke realised why the ceilings were so high.
They were so high up that the bones and straw on the ground were almost a speck in their vision. Breath heavily, he glanced around and slowly took a step forward, Din’s arms releasing him. Cerebrus was steady under his feet and Luke twirled until he faced Din, staring in wonder.
Din smiled, the brown of his eyes lighting up as Luke approached him.
“This is amazing.”
“It never gets old.” He agreed. “If there wasn’t a party I’d take Cerebrus out and we could stay up here while he ran around.”
“That sounds so much more dangerous than this.” He was baffled by Din's thinking. He'd seemed level headed.
“You get the hang of it. I admit I almost fell off the first couple of times, but now I’d say I’m a natural.”
Luke laughed. It wasn’t his fighting, his power or his position Din boasted about, no, it was his effortless ability to ride Cerebrus.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” He huffed. Din was so much more different than he thought. To think a mere few hours ago he had no idea who the God was.
“Thank you for showing me this Din. Really, it was incredible. He is incredible.”
A soft smile graced Din’s face. “He likes you, you should be honoured. He tries eating people more than nuzzling them.” He looked around the room in thought. “You’ll have to come to see him again, he’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss him too.” He immediately said and crouched to pet Cerebrus’ fur. “You hear me, big fella? You’ve grown on me.”
Cerebrus simply gave a loud purr. He took that as a ‘me too.’
Enjoying the atmosphere, he glanced back down to the ground and cocked his head in thought.
“Your shadows,” he began. “Do they take you anywhere?”
“They do.”
“How long did it take you to master them?”
“A couple of hours after my acceptance. Why?” He said cautiously.
Luke grinned. “You’re sure your good with them?”
“Yes..” He was definitely confused now, almost a step away from Luke who was peering over the edge.
“Okay.” That was all he said before he jumped.
He heard Din shout his name but it was caught up in the rush of the wind around him. He felt limitless and free, soaring downwards with his back facing Cerebrus.
He heard a bark from the beast and felt a large gust of wind as it moved, probably seeing him fall.
He was almost halfway down from his drop when he felt arms wrap around him, pulling him flush to a sculpted body. Shadows covered him almost instantly and the world went black. A moment later the shadows dispersed and they were on solid ground.
Amazing, Luke thought.
He was about to step away when he realise. Din still hadn’t let him go. He felt the God's harsh breathing behind him, his chest rising and falling against his back. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. His arms felt like iron wrapped around him.
“Din?”
He didn't reply, holding him in silence as the erratic thump of his heart calmed down, before slowly releasing him.
“Luke, don’t do that again.” He breathed out.
He was shocked to find the God’s face panicked, eyes wide and looking over him for injuries.
“I- why?”
His head snapped up to meet Luke’s eyes. “Why? Luke you just jumped to your death!”
“I wasn’t going to die.” He mumbled.
His next words held a hint of anger. “How do you know?”
“You said you were well trained with your shadows.”
“That doesn’t mean you should throw yourself in harm’s way.” He snapped exasperatedly.
“I would’ve landed find with or without your help Din. I’m still a God.” He didn't like the way Din was speaking to him as if he was a child. He was raised by Anakin, previously the God of War, Ares. He knew how to hold himself in a fight and could match Zeus if he tried. His vision of his almost-Reckoning confirmed it. Was he being arrogant in his actions? No, Luke knew his limits and he wasn't a fool.
He sighed. “That’s not it. Cerberus was going to try to catch you.”
“So?”
“He was going to catch you.. with his mouth. More specifically his teeth. Luke he could’ve eaten you.”
He stopped short. He wasn't arrogant in his actions, no, but he didn't take Cerebrus' into account. Damn. “He didn’t," was all he could say.
Din only shook his head. “This was a bad idea, I should take you back to the party.”
“Din-“ he tried.
“No.” He cut him off. “I should’ve- let’s go.” He sighed.
No, Luke thought. He hadn’t meant the jump to be taken so seriously. He did similar feats with Han and Leia all the time on Mount Olympus. It was all a round of fun. He didn't have time to explain as Din grabbed his arm and shadows engulfed them completely.
When they came to, they were right outside the ballroom doors and Luke felt himself deflate. Din had skipped the chance of walking Luke back and spending more time together. And it was his own fault. Guilt started to gnaw at him and he desperately wanted to make it right.
“I’m sorry.” He blurted. “I wasn’t trying to harm myself- I do this all the time with Leia, I didn't take Cerebrus into account. I’m sorry.” He repeated, trying to let his feelings seep through the words.
He needed Din to understand, to realise Luke’s thoughts. He didn’t want their meeting to end on such a sour note.
Din was silent, watching Luke with dark, sad eyes. “I know,” he eventually said. “But it can’t happen again.”
Luke opened his mouth to argue, to do anything to stay with the God longer, but Din pushed out a hand, opening the doors to the ballroom opened and Luke stared at him in disbelief.
Din avoided his eyes, but he could feel the sadness and tension emanating from him.
“Your father’s probably worried, Luke.” He waved a hand and suddenly a skeleton was next to him. “He’ll take you to him.”
“Din-“ he tried. But the God was already turning away from him.
The skeleton nudged him inside and Luke felt his eyes sting as Din walked away and the doors shut in his face.