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"Well, let's see. In the name of Hades, I accept this message!"
. . .
"Ugh, no, that was too formal."
. . .
"This is Zagreus, Prince of the Underworld. Sorry you missed me.
If I return to this hell hole, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can."

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"He always does," Zagreus replied, the flippant sarcasm tinged in annoyed bitterness. "You'd think he'd have more important things to do than stop me from going out a door, but apparently I'm important enough the dead can wait. Must have short lines or something." Yeah right. He knew well enough his excursions created huge problems for his father's systematic arrangement of the Underworld order, but to hell if he cared. It didn't stop him from powering forward even still. Once more. Do it again. Over and over until he finally got out. After all, chaos or not, what everyone here in the Underworld had was time. And plenty of it. The "why" in all this? Well... that's something Zagreus was trying to find out too.

"It has something to do with my mother. Why she left. Beyond that, I'm going to find out." Zagreus stopped in his bedroom, a messy and cluttered area that looked both rather rich and basically like a teenager's room. Piles of items he didn't use, a clear floor because he shoved everything to the sides, a desk, a bed, a massive mirror of darkness and amethyst-like stones that dominated one wall. The place was little more than a stopway point for him now. A momentary respite to reflect and recharge before heading back out into the Underworld. "I'm not worried about what mortals think of me. They might not even be able to see me for all I know."

Zagreus shrugged at the question. "I've never been to Mount Olympus so I can't really judge it for myself. Depends on who you ask, I guess." A lot of the Chthonic gods had little kind or interested to say about the Olympic gods and vice versa, but Zagreus wasn't sure if it was ignorance or bad blood that prompted those opinions.

"That sounds about right," the young prince chuckled, running his hand through his hair. "Well, at least someone would be proud of my accomplishments. Asides from Achilles." Even though his mentor always praised him with caution. He rested his hands on his hips as he faced Anubis, arching a brow when he explained Osiris. "So Osiris is God of the Dead in your group. Huh... and he lets you go as you please. I might be a little jealous." Mostly in jest, but some truth to that.

As for the offer of help juxtaposed with his failures, Zagreus went from interested to miffed. Great. Show off his errors. Well, no sense in denying his improvements that came with his losses. He headed to a gray stone basic beside his bed and looked into the blue waters within. "27 times. But I've got a good feeling about this one." Especially if Anubis was going to help him. "I'm fine on my own, so whatever assistance you can give me will be great."

[inuthings]

"Not—quite." Anubis replied, hesitating over his choice of words. "Our Underworld works differently. People don't just pass through like here, we have a systems that judges if they're worthy of reincarnation. The underworld for us is called the Duat, and the system is called the Weighing of Hearts." Those that were not worthy of reincarnation were consumed by Ammut, which was what currently made functionings of the Duat pause. With half the system missing they couldn't hold the Weighing of Heart. Not that Anubis cared that much about it, he was more worried for Ammut. He didn't want his friend being found by the mortals and who knows what done to her.

Anubis turned to face the Prince and motioned toward himself. "I am the God of Death for my pantheon. Osiris is the Lord of the Duat and Judge of the Dead. My mother is the Goddess of Mourning."

He had a lot more titles than that but that was the one most people cared about. It was truly all that he cared about to tell others. After all, most people didn’t want to talk about the process of Mummification even if it was one of Anubis’ favorite things to explain. That was probably weird to other people, he could understand that. According to Thoth most people would rather discuss the weather or their favorite food, not the consistency of a brain when it’s yanked out through someone’s nose.

He shifts awkwardly, uncomfortably, and tugs on his bracelets again. “I—one of my abilities is called the ‘Army of Anubis’? It—it allows me to summon the dead, skeleton soldiers and mummies that can fight for me. In the Underworld such a thing is rather common, not the mummies obviously but skeleton soldiers are. It won’t be weird if they fight, Hades would be none the wiser.”

Averting his gaze from the other he pressed his lips together tightly and consider his words closely. “Healing is not one of my specialties, I’m the God of the Dead after all. But I once revived Osiris and—“ he bit the inside of his cheek and spoke the next words quickly, “recreated him a penis after my mother ripped it off.” That was a thing, it was in the legends, etched onto walls in hieroglyphics, he wished he could remove those memories. “But I can try to heal you at least once while you fight your way through. It might give you the edge you need.”

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Zagreus pulled one arm across his chest and tugged at his shoulder, stretching the muscle a few times before repeating it with the other one. Limbering up for the next run while he listened to Anubis talk. "So... people leave your underworld?" That's what he got out of the whole reincarnation bit. The idea of the shades down here getting to go back up to the surface and live another life was pretty strange. How did "new" people get created then if everyone was just getting recycled? It was confusing to him and he didn't really try to focus on it much more than that. Dropping his arms, Zagreus headed for the large mirror on the other side of the room.

He found himself gazing into th depths, but had to look over his shoulder to see Anubis again, since the mirror didn't do much in the way of reflecting. Well, physical reflection. Wasn't that kind of mirror. "I see. Sounds like you've got quite the family tree." He'd never heard of a Goddess of Mourning in either the Underworld or the Olympians, but then again, he didn't know a vast majority of his extended family, so who was to say she wasn't out there somewhere? As Anubis trailed off to his own thoughts, Zagreus returned his focus on the Mirror of Night. With the Darkness he collected in that last run, there should be something in here he could bolster for the next one.

It took a while, but finally he broke from the trance, a soft purple pulse radiating off his body, and then it was done. Stepping away, Zagreus headed to his desk for a quick check in, listening to Anubis explain again. "Are you sure you can summon your dead into ours? You said the Duat and the Underworld aren't the same." Which was a little strange to get his head around, but it made some sense. Even if it meant there was some larger clashing between different pantheons all carving out pieces of life, mortals, and death. If Anubis was trying to assist him without getting noticed, Zagreus wasn't sure ripping open small inter-afterlife portals was a good way of doing that. "Unless you want to try and control some of shades down here. There's plenty of monsters and wretches getting in my way." Zagreus appreciated the offer to help, but he was getting the idea Anubis hadn't really understood how things worked in Hades before jumping in.

Not that he was one to talk about running headlong into something without taking the time to understand it. That was common for him.

The next bit got a blink and Zagreus' expression went from surprised to mildly disgusted to kind of amused. "I... well... okay. That's pretty specific." He rubbed the back of his head, chuckling a little awkwardly. "I don't think you'll have to recreate mine or anything. Can't say it's ever been ripped off though..." He didn't want to put that to the test either. Still, the offer of healing got a grin and Zagreus nodded in agreement. "Hey, I can revive myself three times out there before falling. If you want to make it four, that's one of the best things you could do!"

[inuthings]

“Of course, it’s not positional. I can summon the dead in the mortal word too. Though I suppose I could try to manipulate the dead of your world. That could be interesting, shouldn’t be difficult either. The dead respond to us regardless of their pantheon. There are after all of course those that don’t believe in any religion, and just like everyone else they must go somewhere after death.” Manipulating them too would make it even harder for Osiris to tell if he was involved. The magic used to do that was far less than cross summoning warriors from the Duat.

At the same time it would keep him out of the line of fire too. Turning the monsters on each other would open up room for Zagreus to fight the other ones, making the fight upward easier. It was a fairly good plan, he just wondered how many times they were going to lose before they finally managed to win. He wasn’t naive, it wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought. Even with his help fighting through the Underworld wasn’t even something Anubis would do. There was a reason people didn’t get out of here, after all. If it wasn’t because of Cerberus it was because of Hades himself. He wasn’t one to be taken lightly.

Anubis didn’t doubt Zagreus or his own abilities, he just understood the lengths that Hades goes to protect the Underworld, they do the same for the Duat. He was intimately familiar with how these things went.

“I do appreciate you being willing to help me save Ammut.” Standing up straighter he tucked his hand behind his back, holding the crook in both of them. “If there is anything else that I can do for you I will try my best. Though the limit of what I’ll be able to do will depend on how easy it would be for Hades to detect me. I’m sure he already knows I’m here, as long as his—workers informed him that I was here.” He glanced briefly to the side, where the door to the God’s office was.

He would be informing Zeus of the man's reluctance to help me. It doesn’t reflect well on the Underworld or the Greek Gods in general to ignore the dire need of the Egyptian’s. The Duat doesn’t run without Ammut, which affects the balance of the world overall. No one wants that, especially the Fates. He returns his gaze to the Prince and inclines his head. “Are you curious about anything? I can try to answer some of your questions, it might be better to know what you’ll be waking into up there.” It would also give him a way to talk to the other without feeling uncomfortable.

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"Oh! That's rather helpful then. Don't suppose that's entirely smiled upon, but I'm not turning it down. This place could use some shake up." Even beyond what he's putting all the Underworld through. Why not summon the dead as well? The keyword here was 'try' but he had a feeling Anubis wouldn't be too hardpressed to make it happen. While he wasn't completely sure those words were true, the between pantheon dead manipulation, it wasn't like he had any arguments against it. (He'd have to ask Thanatos. Maybe they'd run into him out there?)

Redirecting the shades and monsters to fight each other would definitely be a really big help on his way out! The less attention on him, the easier to sneak attack or simply slip by and avoid battle if at all possible. Besides, in this place where fighting and violence among the more unruly of the denizens, was it really such a stir to see a bunch of them attack each other? Well, maybe, considering most of them went after him but whatever. It was a better plan regardless.

As for how many times it would take them... Zagreus had no way of knowing, but he didn't care. As many times as it takes. That was his answer to that question. No matter what or who stood in his way, he was getting out of this place and finding his mother. And apparently a strange Egyptian chimera friend as well, so there's that.

"You're helping me escape; it's the least I can do," Zagreus offered. "There's someone I have to find up there as well." He didn't even know where to start looking for his mother, but would it really hurt to start at one of Hades' temples? One place was as good as another as long as he started somewhere and didn't get overwhelmed with the scope of his search. "If Father already knows you're here, then I don't think you'll be hiding much from him. He's usually watching me during my escapes anyways. If you can go invisible, you might want to." How else did the god know when Zagreus was breaking into his treasure chests and where to sic an extra set of difficult monsters on him?

The young god merely shrugged at the notion of "reflecting well" when it came to his family. "I don't think that matters much. I never even knew your pantheon existed until now." Who knew how many others were aware. "Besides, my father's never been one to help outside the Underworld. He refuses to even talk to my Uncle, so why would he care to help you?" Zagreus was aware of balances, but nothing detailed about it except for certain people wanting to keep "balance" going. Wasn't his problem right now. As for questions...

"Depends on what you can tell me about the world up there. I've never been."