.. are from somewhere else, and would normally be named anathema, I think. But you wear the favor of the Goddess we worship. And so I want to know ......everything."McAllister sighed, capitulating in the face of the man's intensity. "I was a fighting man on a sailing ship, and I was betrayed and sold into captivity. I was sent to Hell on the wings of an eight-pound keg of gunpowder when I refused to take a brand and be sold as a slave to a sugarcane plantation. I escaped from Hell with the help. The lights flickered as they turned on, and the hall seemed to get narrower every day. This was home for the petite brunette, who dropped her inexpensive heels next to the door, and slipped out of her blazer. Making her way to her bedroom, hung up the blazer, and peeled off her white blouse.She stopped for a moment, and took a deep breath of exasperation, frustrated over everything that had happened to her earlier that day. It wasn’t as though she disliked her new job with the company. In fact,. “Take my hand sweetheart and we will give it a try.”“Yes my Master.” Marek felt her cool hand slip into his and he stepped out through the doors. Marek could feel a slight tremble in her hand.“Are you okay?” Marek asked her with concern.“I, I’m fine Master. I was just nervous about taking the first step.” Heather sounded relieved.“Good, come with me and we can wait for the big boss man by the gates.”When they got to the gates Marek unlocked them but left the large steel gates closed he leaned. Past Hera, Demeter and Hestia approached their brethren as well, one for Hades, one for Poseidon, while Hera stood beside her injured husband. Past them, it was a graveyard of destruction. Medusa could not tell if anyone had been killed in the chaos, if beings of the underworld could even be killed by something like a falling rock. But the damage was real, and the city within a mile around them in all directions was shattered. The colossal protrusions of stone from the ceiling and cave floor.