Scarlett's Letter (Touched by a God #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her that he was going to possibly take the “life” of the thing before her.  He didn’t appear to care one way or the other. 
    “Carnus, leave this place. NOW!” his voice echoed off of every surface and resounded throughout room. 
    The thing ceased his pursuit immediately.  He straightened his back.  Before he could make a move to exit, his arms were removed from their sockets.  She hadn’t even seen Aides move.  A sickening greenish blue stream poured from the thing and it bellowed and moaned, but left the area.  When she looked over at Aides, his face was one of complete calm.  She would’ve questioned what she’d seen if it hadn’t been for the matching “bloody” mark that was being wiped from the end of his blades.  He tossed the scythes in the air.  As they twisted one revolution, the blood removed itself.  On the second revolution, they disappeared from thin air.  By what would have been the third, she dropped to her knees and began to plead for her sanity to return or to wake up from this horrible, horrible nightmare. 
    Scarlett could hear the voice of the hysterical woman but there was nothing in her mind that recognized the voice.  The voice sounded familiar.  The shrieking did not.  Her body was frozen except for her tear ducts, which seemed to be working just fine.  Her voice box was in working order because some part of her working brain recognized that she was the one screaming like there was no tomorrow.  She hadn’t recognized the being that had torn through another being or the one that commanded said injured individual to leave. 
    What had she been pulled into?  Her brain was working overtime trying to process all that had just transpired.  She didn’t know what to do with any of the information.  So she screamed and cried and screamed some more. Those two things appeared to be the only things that she had the ability to put into motion as a reaction to having her mind…what?  The only thing that she could think of was a signal being scrambled and that was just what she was feeling.  Her brain was scrambled. It was going to take a miracle to get her right again.
     

Unveiled (4)
    ΨΨΨΨΨΨ
     
    Beginning of harvest, Hell/hades realm: Hades
     
    Hades knew he needed to calm her.  He also knew what he was going to share was going to do more damage to her fragile psyche than good.  He’d heard her begin to scream and something ripped inside him.  His entire being began to vibrate with the need to punish.  Her screams weren’t ones of pleasure.  He would have been present for those.  No, those screams were screams that spoke of a soul shattering fear.  He knew those types of screams well.  Many of the dead begged and pleaded to not have to face the destiny that awaited them in the wastelands or the rivers of death.  They’d chosen their lot in life but couldn’t handle what was given to them in death. 
    Each of those souls believed they held the key that would allow them to bargain their way out of their fate.  In the end, each and every one of them accepted the fact that there was nothing that could be done to get them out of the place their soul would rest.  Well, “rest” was a relative term because their souls did not rest when the crossed into his realm.  Their fate was eternal damnation and Hades took pride in delivering such.  If they didn’t want what was waiting for them there then they should have thought about that before their exits from the land of the living.   It was a dirty job but someone had to do it.  Not many would get so much enjoyment out of someone else’s misery.  It was his gift and his curse but he’d fully accepted it.  The pain and torment that was emanation from his Rouge was not something he was willing to accept. 
    The fact that her screams matched the ones that he heard from those that were sentenced to spend eternity in the Netherlands of Hell made him want to bring forth screams of his own.  He knew