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What seemed like moments after permitting entrance to the lady-spirit, Cerberus sensed more beings coming towards the gates. Had the dog a human’s mind he would have considered this a busy day, but he didn’t, and so in loyalty accepted his work. But… this time was different. Not a mortal’s soul approached, not a deceased rat whom carried plague and passed to fellows as for mere greed of their life and his of who would soon perish. No, no, nothing of the sort. Certainly nothing to the basics this time. For this time ‘twas Goddesses- Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos who neared his gate. Drawn to Cerberus’s keen ears were their three voices. Voices which spoke in complaint of his home’s renaming, sounds of Pluto and… bingo? What such a sort be this word, “Bingo”? The hound’s ears flooded, and passed soon thereafter towards his brain, which in time also filled. Unsure of what to do, Cerberus simply took watch of the Goddesses. Perhaps they would speak to him, and he could answer. Not with a human tongue of course, but telepathically he could use any line of language.

"Ah! There he is! The three headed dog called Cerberus. The Guard Dog of the Underworld," exclaimed Atropos as pointed her bony finger toward the beasts face.

"Little doggie? May we pass? We have a meeting with Hades. You know? Hades? Your ruler? Hello?! HELLO?!" yelled Lathesis as she began to shake uncontrollably.

"Quiet Lathesis! He understands. Please Cerebus, let us pass," asked Atropos as she looked into the beasts' eyes.

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Zeus lay on his bed, quietly, adoring the sky as he gazed into the heavenly atmosphere.

"Zeus?" whispered a female voice, it was a little distance away from him.

"Yes Hera?" replied Zeus, knowing his wife was to nag him once more.

"Have you sent Griffin to meet with Helena?" questioned Hera, already in Zeus' view crossing her arms.

"Nope but I shall now! Griffin! Come here!" bellowed Zeus as he surrounded his mouth with his hand trying to make his voice even louder.

Griffin stoppen mid-flight at Zeus's call; wings beating frantically to make up for the sudden halt. The God's voice seemed louder than usual. Maybe this was actually important...

She cast a fiery gaze at the small bird still flapping crazily into the distance. Ah, well...she could hunt some other time.

With a faint look of resignation, Griffin turned and flew towards the plush house of Zeus, alighting before the God in much the same manner as Pegasus had.

Cerberus became a bit unsure when Atropos pointed her finger and, soon after spoke of him. At first he felt a bit like a tourist attraction. Easily could he imagine himself victim of young children’s amusement.

“Look! Look! There, Mum! ‘Tis Cerberus!”

The next voice made him feel rather dim-witted. This one could be so easily matched as the bully-type child….

“Cerberus? Hello?! Dumb dog, do a trick! Come now, flip! Flip!”

And finally Atropos again. She seemed the kindest.

“Yes, you may enter… Thee passers know of where my Master resides, I would presume? I can not leave my gates, but directions I do have to offer.” He sent his message telepathically to the three of them.

Atalanta gave a small smile to the reply.

"I had only just decided not 12 hours ago to go to Athens to compete in the Underworld, you must indeed be from Zeus himself!"

Atalanta gave a small bow.

"I am honored friend Pegasus, and would gladly accept your help and company."

((Anyone know where HBB is? I'm sorta waiting him to write something so that I can continue ))

[OOC: I noticed that as well. I knew that was the sole reason you didn't write in this Roleplay. I'll PM and ask.]

((Sorry for the late reply))

Hades's eyes flickered, as he felt the presence of a God in his domain. Wait, not a God, a more domicile feel, perhaps a Goddess. He strode over the fiery rocks that lined the pathway, and as he passed the dead souls, he heard the growling of Cerebus in his ears. Three women stood in front of him, teasing him.

"Why do you wish to speak to me," he demanded to the three faiths that stood aside his pet.

"Ah, Hades, we're to prophesize your future, that is if you'd like to know," smiled Atropos, however none could see her demonic grin.

"Yes, if you'd like to know...Pluto," laughed Lachesis as she scratched her hooded head.

"Hades, we can predict whether you rise or fall, or both," explained Clotho, reaching her hand toward the angered God.

"You faiths and your ignorant riddles, speak plainly or not at all!" Hades threw the offered hand back. "Two of you hold no brain, yet you dare tell me that you hold more knowledge than me! I will ask of your truth, and regard it, if only so I can find out what shall not happen to my future!" Hades considered their proposition, and knew that they would hold truths, but he could not show weakness in front of his pet. After all, what is a slave without respect to command him?

Pegasus snorted, shaking her mane.

"You doubted it before? Who else could have sent me?" she put a slightly arrogant emphasis on the last word, which was somewhat odd when coming from such a creature.

"Anyways...we're not about to get anywhere with you trying to run there...get on."

As she spoke, Pegasus bent her front legs forward into almost a bowing position so that the girl could climb onto her back.

"Pull my mane and you'll live to regret it." she warned, though her voice contained good humor.

"Ah, the truth you speak shall be revealed,"

A small light began to form in Atropos' hand, it shun brightly, and blinded anyone who looked directly at it.

"You shall be higher than Zeus yet lower,"

"Wiser yet less wiser,"

"Stronger yet weaker,"

The three faiths began to circle around the bright, luminant ball and began to speak at once, "If the two heroes you do not kill, you shall fail, however do not be fooled by their deaths as your victory shall be your downfall,"

The faiths dissolved into the air one by one, leaving a dark, poisonous smoke floating about.

(Sorry folks, have to pull out of this one. Just too busy)

[OOC: Sorry to see you go HBB. The God of War position is now OPEN]

Cerberus grunted softly, gray smoke arising from a keen nose. Though his eyes watched ever-closely the gates, his ears perked in an entirely different direction. Hound he was, and a hound’s attention he had. Not the boring sorts of every day what interested his sanity, but the odd movements in life. And this, his lord and master verbalizing with such riddled goddesses as Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho was certainly above ordinary. He acted not to mind their presences, but yet kept near full attention on them. The beast’s actions were most likely palpable to the social group, yet he cared not. Could they blame a hellish dog of being cloyed of having to watch pathetic souls day in, day out?