“Sleep doesn’t sound like damnation,” I said.
“We couldn’t handle them if they all were awake.” Hades continued down the narrow hall. “Their powers are weakened in the Underworld, but if all of them were up and moving about, it would be a problem.”
“So it works the same way as it does for the Olympians?” Aiden asked, staying close behind me. “They feed off each other’s power.”
“Yes.” Hades came to a split in the hall and hung a left. The temp dropped another couple of degrees as we headed down roughly carved steps. “Once Perses gets topside, he’s going to get some of his power back. He won’t be at a full charge, but he’ll be as powerful as any lesser god.”
“Any lesser god” meant Perses was going to be powerful. Maybe not at the same level as Hades or Ares, but he wasn’t going to be any weakling. The next hall was wider, opening up into a circular chamber. In the center was a small pool that smelled faintly of jasmine, which made me think of the pool Aiden and I had gone swimming in the last time we were in the Underworld.
I caught Aiden’s stare and knew he was thinking the same thing I was. The corner of his lips tipped up, and I flushed.
“Seriously? Could you guys go longer than five minutes without making googly faces at one another?” Seth walked between us, scowling. “It’s distracting.”
Aiden smirked, and then opened his mouth. I cut him off before we got into another battle of wits that ended with me wanting to crawl under Prometheus’ skin. “How many of the Titans do you have down here?”
“All of the ones who want to cause problems.” Hades disappeared into another corridor, and I sighed, hurrying to catch up to him. “Very few are in Elysian Fields. Cronus and his cronies are all here.”
Cronus was the father of Zeus, Hades, and who knew how many other gods. A shudder snaked down my spine. Hades kept his own father imprisoned in a hell-tomb. The hallway was a tight fit. Luckily, we weren’t in it for very long. We entered another chamber, but this one was different.
We were in the tombs.
Twelve tombs, to be exact. I thought it was odd—the number. Twelve Olympians. Twelve entombed Titans. They were in some kind of capsule-like containers, embedded deep into the stone wall. A thick layer of reddish ice covered them, revealing only a humanoid shape beyond the barrier. But from the looks of it, Titans were tall.
Like gargantuan-size.
“Do you know that I’m actually older than Zeus?” Hades asked as he placed the torch into a sconce in the wall. “As are Poseidon, Demeter, Hera, and so on? But because Cronus was a dick—and he was a huge dick—and our momma only saved Zeus, the world thinks Baby Brother was the first to be born.”
“Didn’t Cronus eat you guys?” Seth asked.
I made a face.
Hades laughed. “The whole ‘swallowing us’ crap was symbolic for hiding us. He held us in captivity until our baby brother set us free.” He walked along the iced-over tombs, and his eyes narrowed as he stopped in front of the tomb in the center. “Screw you, Dad.”
I past a look at Aiden, who slowly shook his head, but then Hades stepped to the left and let out a heavy sigh. “There was a time when Perses wasn’t so bad, and maybe the years have changed him, but I’m not holding my breath.” He turned to me. “Are you sure you want to do this, Love?”
My gaze crawled to the tomb in front of him, and my pulse picked up. “Like I’ve said, we really don’t have any other choices.”
Hades stared at me for a long moment and then turned back to the tomb. “You don’t.” He placed his hand on the center of the tomb. I wanted to step back, but I forced myself to stand where I was. I was pretty sure running through the tombs would only end up with me being lost, and then Seth would make fun of me for the rest of my life.
The ice shuddered, and a spiderweb of cracks formed underneath Hades’ palm, rapidly spreading across the front of the tomb. Seth and Aiden flanked me, and for once, both boys were quiet and not picking at each other.
Ice slipped away, shedding from the tomb, and hit the floor, making tiny sounds like a distant wind chime. Within seconds, the Titan was revealed.
Perses was tall—almost seven and a half feet, maybe more. And he was unnaturally still inside his tomb. Thick lashes fanned cheeks the color of supple brown leather. His skull was smooth, free of hair, and his features were angular and exotic—full lips, sharp cheekbones, and a well-defined brow. He was beautiful in the way all the godly creatures were: inhumanly perfect.
As still as the Titan was, he looked dead. Not even his chest moved, but an air of danger surrounded him nonetheless. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like once he was released.
Leather pants and a tunic stretched over broad, thick muscles. There were cuffs on his wrists, adorned with odd symbols I didn’t recognize.
“What is it with gods and leather?” I muttered.
Hades slid me a long look. “We make it look good.”
They did. Couldn’t argue that, but the gods’ hotness didn’t compensate for their overall creepiness and deranged thought processes.
“Last chance,” Hades said, looking over his shoulder at us.
There was a pause, and then Aiden said, “Do it.”
With a slight shake of his head, Hades turned back to the Titan and placed his hand on the center of its chest. A red glow radiated from the god’s palm and then washed over Perses. No words were spoken or rituals completed. It appeared that Hades alone had the special touch.
Hades stepped back and folded his arms. We didn’t have to wait long.
The Titan shuddered once and then opened his eyes. I tried to squelch the gasp but couldn’t. Unlike the Olympians, his eyes were pitch black. The whole eye—the exact opposite of the Olympians. And if I’d thought the gods’ eyes were messed up, it was nothing compared to the Titan’s.
Perses’ gaze landed on Hades and his lip curled up. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
My brows shot up at the sound of the deep voice. So wasn’t expecting that to be the first thing for the Titan to say when he came out of the deep freeze.
Hades tilted his head to the side as a slow, lazy smile spread across his lips. “Hello, Perses, how was your nap?”
“It was great, asshole.”
Oh. Dear.
The spine of the god stiffened. “I can see your attitude is the same as it was when we chained you into this tomb.”
“Barely chained me,” he sneered. The Titan raked our little group with a passing look and then swung his head back toward us. The violent curl of his lips slipped away as his eyes narrowed. “I’m awakened to find an asshole, a child of a demigod, and two Apollyons before me? I must admit, I am curious.”
I was surprised by how well Hades was handling the insults being flung his way.
“We need your help,” I forced myself to say. “That’s why you’ve been awakened.”
One dark eyebrow rose into a perfect arch. “You need my help?” The Titan tipped his head back and laughed so deeply I thought I felt the ground under my feet tremble. Laughing was good, though. At least he wasn’t trying to kill us. “My help? I cannot imagine what ludicrous situation you’ve all have gotten yourself in if the Olympians are coming to a Titan for help.”
“Well, you see…” I cleared my throat and gave him the quick and dirty version of events. The whole time he stared at me until I felt like my insides were spread across my clothing. “We know you can prepare us and you can—”
“Cause Ares to lose some of his confidence? Make him uneasy?” Perses’ chuckle echoed throughout the cavern. “You need me as the psychological ace up your sleeve.”
“Basically,” Aiden replied evenly.
The Titan didn’t even look at him. “Ares must really be making a mess of things if Zeus has given permission to release me.”
“It is bad. He has the mortals on the brink of an all-out war. The gods have practically torn the world apart. Innocent people are dying…” I trailed off as a look of boredom crept into his expression. “You don’t care about any of that. Okay. That’s cool. We don’t need you to care.”