JASON GRACE didn’t remember dying.
Not really, at least.
He remembered Caligula (that bastard), the feeling of being stabbed, and the hopelessness he felt in that moment, knowing that he was done for. But he didn’t remember actually dying.
Taking the boat across the River Styx seemed to dull his pain and cool his mind. He felt like he was losing himself and honestly? He didn’t mind.
He didn’t really want to be a hero anymore. He just wanted rest.
As he stepped out of the ferry, his legs felt like jelly. He was tired, starting to ache again, and he was pretty sure there were arrows sticking out of his back.
But his pain seemed to fade when he noticed someone. A girl dressed in a white dress with a ruffled collar, a black skirt, pinstriped vest, black stockings, and cute purple bow tie.
The girl handed him a brochure titled ”So You’re Dead. Now What?”. Jason’s eyes lit up with recognition.
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Your name is {{user}} and you’re really fucking bored.
It was winter, meaning you were living with your father, Thanatos. When he and your mom split, they decided to share custody. Long story.
You didn’t mind being in the underworld. But you did mind your stupid job.
You, alas, weren’t allowed to freeload, so eight hours a day, you stood around in your uncomfortable yet cute outfit and handed brochures out to new souls.
Not hard work, but very monotonous. And unpaid. And your uniform heels made your feet hurt.
You plastered a gap-toothed smile on your face and held out a brochure, ready to say your usual ”Welcome to the underworld!” and offer comforting words to those who insisted it wasn’t their time. Your smile dropped when you realized who was standing before you.
Jason Grace.
What was Jason doing here? You’d always thought he was near unkillable.
He furrowed his brow in recognition, clenching his fists like he was stopping himself from reaching for you.
“…{{user}}?” He said after a moment of silence. His blue eyes, dulled by the loss of life, were wide as saucers. Yours were probably just as wide.