The palace doors opened as if they were expecting me. I tried to tell myself it was only coincidence, but the sinking feeling I had told me otherwise. Hades knew I was coming. I saw myself standing off to the side of the thrones, looking like a zombie, a shell of my former self. It was odd, considering that was my real body and my Ophi soul, yet I seemed more alive as a floating half-soul than the person I was staring at. What had happened to me?
Instead of rejoining my Ophi soul in my body, my human soul stopped in front of the judges. I hovered there, unable to move.
“What’s going on?” My voice was like a faint echo. My soul was slowly taking on a human form being around my body, but I was transparent like a ghost.
The judges on the ends sat back in their chairs, while the one in the middle leaned forward. “Jodi Marshall, you are here to be judged. Await our decision.”
“What? I’m not here to be judged. I had to return to my body. Right there.” I tried to point, but my limbs weren’t fully visible.
“Await your judgment,” the middle judge repeated, only much louder this time.
Laughter behind the judges made me look up. Hades was seated in his throne and staring right at me. A young woman sat by his side. Persephone. It had to be her. I’d never seen her before, and even though I’d heard stories about her beauty, I was shocked at how stunning she truly was. Her hair, the color of grain, cascaded down to her shoulders, and she wore a crown of asphodels on her head. Chase was standing next to my body, practically drooling over Persephone. But how was she here? Mason had said this was her allotted time with Demeter. She should’ve been free from this hell.
“Welcome, Jodi Marshall.” Hades’ voice filled the palace. “You’re earlier than I was expecting. Did things not go quite according to your plan?” He tapped his fingertips together, looking very pleased with himself.
He must have known what I had been doing before I came here. He knew I’d failed miserably, and now he was going to rub it in.
“Be careful, Hades. Your wife may think you missed me or something. Don’t want to upset the Mrs., especially when she’s not very fond of you as it is.”
Hades gripped his armrests and glared at me. “Careful, soul. You are in no position to get me angry. I’m showing mercy by allowing my three judges to decide your fate.”
“No one should be deciding my afterlife, because I’m not dead. This isn’t me. Not all of me. You can’t send half a soul to the afterlife.” I directed my words to the judges. “Do you hear me? I’m not a full soul like this. You can’t judge me. I need to get back inside my body, which is very much alive.”
“‘Very much’ might be a stretch.” Hades smiled again. “Victoria went kind of hard on you today. You look rather beaten and burned.”
I studied my body again, wondering what would happen if I focused on my Ophi soul. Would this soul simply return to my body? It was worth a try. At this point, I was defenseless. Who knew? Maybe this plan was desperate enough to save me.
“Don’t even think about it, Jodi.” Hades was out of his seat and standing by my body. “I’m not allowing your human soul to return. You’ve owed me this half of your soul for months. I’m collecting what is due to me.”
So that was it. The judges were allowing Hades to force my human soul to move on because, technically, I’d killed my human self. I was getting really tired of technicalities. If only I’d been able to get Medusa free. Maybe this would all have changed. Maybe I’d have a fighting chance.
The palace doors opened behind me, making me jump. I hadn’t even realized they’d closed after I came here, and now an intense black cloud was sweeping into the palace and coming to rest in front of the judges. The smoke settled, and I saw the faces of my friends. All the Ophi from the school. Alex.
If only I could run to him, throw my arms around him, press my lips to his. But I was barely able to keep from falling through the palace floor.
“Welcome, my Ophi friends.” Hades raised his arms wide in greeting. The gesture was full of sarcasm, as were the words. We weren’t friends. We were sworn enemies now.
“What’s going on, Hades? What game are you playing now?” I wasn’t sure I was ready for his answer.
“Game?” He raised one hand to his chest and pretended to be offended. “Why, Jodi Marshall, I don’t know what you mean. I just thought you’d like to see your friends one last time. Consider this my going-away present. A send-off party of sorts.”
This was fun for him. He was going to torture me and make my friends watch. I eyed Persephone. She looked bored by all of this, as if it was an everyday event that didn’t concern her in the least. She wasn’t going to be any help to me. At least not in fighting Hades. When I first saw her there, I thought maybe I’d be able to use her hatred for Hades and how he’d kidnapped her to my advantage. I was wrong. She didn’t want to be here at all, and she wasn’t helping a single one of us.
“This must be really old for you, Persephone,” I said. She looked up at me, surprised that anyone had addressed her.
“Don’t talk to her!” Hades’ voice shook the palace, and if I’d had any control over my soul or if I’d been inside my body, I would’ve had to steady myself like everyone else. But the one perk to being a floating, transparent soul was that I couldn’t fall over. At least not from the ground shaking.
“Touchy subject.” I nodded. “It’s interesting how nothing in our lives is off-limits to you, but no one here is allowed to even mention Persephone. How’d you get her here, anyway? She’s not supposed to be with you in the summer months.”
Hades’ face had surpassed being red and had reached purple. He was full of rage, and it was all directed at me. “Rhadamanthus, Minos, Aeacus, call down her judgment now! I want her out of here and in Tartarus, suffering for eternity like she deserves.”
My God! If the judges sent me to Tartarus, I’d never have enough focus to return to my body and Ophi soul. The pain would be too intense to tune out. My human soul wasn’t strong enough to block it. Even when my Ophi soul had been shielding this half of me from the torture going on here while I was back in the real world, I’d been sucked back here by it. My human soul wouldn’t stand a chance. I stared at my body, all robotic and lifeless. It would stay that way forever.
More than anything, I wished I could get back inside my body, but Hades was keeping me frozen here. I wished I’d succeeded in freeing Medusa. I wished I could rip Hades’ head off and feed it to Cerberus.
Everyone was yelling around me, but I heard Alex’s voice above the others. “You can’t send her to Tartarus. She hasn’t done anything to deserve that kind of punishment.”
Hades burst out laughing. “Now, that is the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. She’s a necromancer.”
“We have reached our decision,” the middle judge said, leaning forward in his seat again.
If a soul could gulp, I would have. This was it. They were sentencing me. Would I really go to Tartarus?
“Jodi Marshall, we have reviewed your life and you will be sentenced to an afterlife in the Elysian Fields.”
“What?” Hades and I both said, only he was on his feet and flames were sprouting from his dark hair and hands, sending plumes of black smoke into the air.