It was freezing, to say the least, but then again who ever heard of a jail cell designed to fit the comfort of the prisoner? The walls were made completly of stone, which made it incredibly hard to keep warm when it was cold outside. The floors were nonexistant, and made of the very substance that the castle itself was built upon, dirt. There was also close to no light. It only came from a flickering torch which was out of Zarek's view, that appeared to be coming from near the center of the room. The one upside of being kept in such a cell is that it was particularly big. So Zarek sat there in the dirt, in his spacious cell, leaning against the cold wall, waiting upon the arrival of the almighty Drew Stevenson. Maybe it was that Drew was afraid of him. After all, how would you take the news if you were told someone came to visit, that you thought you killed ten years ago. It wouldn't exactly be a warm welcome. He could also be off playing God somewhere. That sounded like something Drew would do if given all the power he could handle. He'd go out and ascert it. Whatever Drew was doing, is was keeping Zarek in the dungeon for that much longer. Sitting in such a cell for a little over three hours, Zarek was beginning to design one himself. He reminded himself that once out of this alternate world, and alive again for that matter, he would have to do something about the treatment of prisoners. It was around this time that boredom set in, and he began to imagine where he would put his furniture...if he had any. He'd also need to put a toilet in here somewhere. Good thing he didn't have to go to the bathroom. He almost had the whole thing planned out in his mind, and drawn onto the floor with a stick by the time the lead guard walked by. He inserted the key into the lock, and hesitated for a few seconds. What made him hesitate is unknown, maybe he was still in disbelief.

"King Drew will see you now..."

The key was finally turned and the guard stood to the side of the door as he opened it. Zarek stood up and walked just outside his cell, where the guard was standing. It was evident that he was still confused at Zarek's identity. Even so, he tied his hands behind his back with a rope. He then grabbed Zarek by the arm and lead him through a wooden door that wasn't visible from where Zarek's cell had been. He was lead up a numerous amount of stairs, finally bringing him to the halls of the castle.

"You better pray to Zues, that you're not lying."

They came upon two huge double wooden doors. They must have been made out of red oak or something Zarek presumed. The lead guard opened the door and leaned his head closed to Zarek, whispering, before shoving him through the door. Once inside, he realized it must be used as a ballroom of some sort. Maybe a metting room for the king and all of his advisors. It was definitely meant for something spacious. The floor had several designs on it that Zarek couldn't make out. They looked ancient. The wall was a golden color, with several golden items stuck up on the walls, as well as the ocasional placed torch to light up the room. There were large pillars at certain places which inscriptions on them that Zarek couldn't make out. It was a room built for a king no doubt. He walked further into the room and noticed one dark side of it. For some reason or another, it just wasn't lit up.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the lost Zarek Lyle. When Hades told me that you had escaped, I had a feeling they had something to do with it. It figures that they'd send you here. I doubt they even appeared to you. It's typical. This whole not medeling in the affairs of the mortal crap. Well, that's just no fun."

Out from behind on of the pilars came an interesting man. He wore a dark black robe with dark red cufflings, and his hair was the same but with streaks of red in it. He had no facial air, but his eyes were indefinitely red. This was definitely not Drew. Even in an alternate world, people couldn't look this different. Besides, Zarek had seen him sitting on some sort of throne. The man had mentioned Hades that he spoke with Hades. A sudden flashback told Zarek exactly who he was.

"Let me guess. The God of savage war, bloodlust. Slaughter personified. Ares."

Ares laughed, but he couldn't hide the surprised look upon his face. It was apparent that he didn't think to highly of Zarek, and thus expected him not to know who he was.

"What do you know, you actually have a clue. Here I was thinking you were the dumbest thing on earth. Nice to know I was wrong."

There was no doubt that Ares, too, had also bet upon the likes of Drew Stevenson. But who was this "they" he spoke of a second ago. Were those the gods supposily backing him up? But where are they now? Nowhere. Zarek was about to ask Ares, when a sudden voice came out of nowhere. It was a familiar one, but a lot more stern and cold.

"So it's really him?"

Zarek looked towards Ares, expecting him to give away the position of the voice. But much to Zarek's disappointment, he did no such thing. Instead, he looked Zarek up and down, looking for any differences in this would-be Zarek, and the real thing.

"Oh yeah, it's him alright. Don't be fooled by the wool cloth, this is definitely Zarek. I see it in his eyes."

A sudden blast of heat hit Zarek in the face as many torches from the dark part of the room were lit up. It looked the same as the other part, except for one thing. There was a golden throne with an all to proud ruler sitting a top it. There was Drew, a long extravagant green cape extending from his shoulders, and a golden sceptor in his hands. He looked a bit older, but then again it was supposed to be ten years ago that this battle between the two took place. He has a scruffy beard, but over all he looked pretty much the same. Ares came alongside Zarek, and forced him down on his kness. Somewhat bowing to the king.

"Well, what do you know. If it isn't my old foe, Zarek. It's nice to see you again. You obviously haven't changed a bit. Where have you been? It's almost like you died or something. Oh wait...you did."

He laughed as he stepped down from his little throne room, looking upon that man thought to be dead for so long. A small part of him was scared that Zarek would try to take all that he had accomplished, but his cockiness should through. What Ares obviously hadn't told Drew, was that this wasn't the same Zarek he had killed.

"I'll let you two have your little catch up time."

Just like Hades had done before him, Ares suddenly vanished, leaving the two alone. He knew they would be listening in, but it was Zarek's chance to get to Drew.

"So Drew, it's come down to this now? What happened to you? I used to look up to you, and now look at what you've become."

Drew let go a hearty laugh. Zarek obviously hadn't seen the empire that Drew had created. Zarek had failed to see his reasons behind it. The greek hero looked on, a serious look upon his face, which counteracted Drew's laugh.

"I've become something greater than ever. I've become the closest thing to a God that someone can get without actually being one. I'm a ruler Zarek, something you never would have had the guts to become. I did what I needed to do to keep the people safe, and the only way to save them was to become their king. It's as simple as that."

There was a smirk wirtten across Zarek's face. Drew really thought that he was doing something good, that he was still a leader, but in reality, he had become corrupted.

"No, I don't think so. You're not the Drew Stevenson that I once knew, not by a long shot."

Drew raised his hands up into the air, and arrogant smile upon his face. Zarek did notice one thing about Drew's attitude that changed. He had one been almost modest, but now, all he knew was arrogance. His whole being radiated it. It was sickening.

"Newsflash Zarek, it's time to stop playing around and grow up for a change. Boo hoo, you're not the same Drew Stevenson. Shut up."

Drew even made the little crying face, taunting Zarek. Zarek still had his hands tied behind his back as Drew was talking. All the while, Zarek had been biding his time with talking to Drew, attempting to break free of the rope that constricted him. It was then that Zarek noticed it for the first time. The large golden belt on Drew's waist. No doubt he wore it daily to show off Zarek's defeat. The light from the flames bounced off the belt, and it shined like a thousand suns.

"I see that you where my belt with pride."

Drew responded with a "ha". How dare Zarek call it his belt.

"This old thing? I beat you fair and square and you know that. I was destined to have this in my clutchs, and that's evident now. You fell, and were never heard from again. I took the load. The end."

By now Zarek had managed to untie the rope that was behind him. All those years in boyscouts had to be good for something. All the same, he kept his hands behind his back, and pretended to still be constricted. He didn't want Drew finding out that his power had been released over Zarek just yet.

"If that's what you need to tell yourself in order to sleep at night, then okay."

Drew seemed highly offended by this. Obviously his head and gone a million times larger in the past years after Zarek was killed. Then again, whose wouldn't when there's no one around to challenge you. Drew's voice began to rise, Zarek had obviously struck a cord.

"It's not what I need to tell myself. I sleep fine on my silk pillows. It's the damned truth is what it is."

As Drew was stating his point, he slowly crouched down to Zarek's level, talking straight to him, looking him right in the eyes. Drew wanted to prove somewhat of a point, get it across to Zarek. Their faces were only inches apart now as Drew spoke. Zarek could see the darkness within his eyes. Zarek stil kept a hard look.

"Prove it."

As quickly as he had said it, he pulled his right hand out from behind his back, landing a punch right to Drew's mouth. It had obviously caught Drew off guard, and the power of it alone sent him back a bit, as he stumbled. Zarek stood up and chuckled the robe that was given to him. If he was going to fight this son of a bitch, he was going to be comfortable. Once he regained his balance, Drew touched the edge of his lip, seeing that it was slightly busted, drawing blood.

"I see you still pack a pretty hard punch, Zarek, but it's not like you to get in a cheap shot. Apparently I'm not the only person that has changed."

Zarek returned with a sarcastic shrug, knowing it to be true.

"This is what you want? Then come get it."

He had no walked back over to his throne and placed his sceptor down by it. Next came the cape, as he took it off and placed it over the throne. Lastly, he removed the golden belt that was previous attached to his waist. He handled it with great care. After all, it had been the item that lead to his ascent, and ultimately gave him all of his power. He placed it across the seat of the throne, and looked at Zarek almost as if to say it's right here.Now that the cape was removed, Drew had on a white shirt, black pants, and black boots. He almost looked like a street boxer with the way he was dressed. Crap. Now that everything was set, Drew slowly surely inched forward, menacingly. It was obvious that Drew hadn't fought in a long time and he was yearning for it. No one had the guts to challenge him before, and now that Zarek was back, he would be able to get a quickly fix.

Zarek was ready for whatever Drew wanted to throw at him. He had been ready since day one, and nothing was going to stop him from getting that belt. Drew swung and landed one right in Zarek's gut. Drew aimed for his face this time, but he ducked and rolled under his arm. Drew's arm hit the pillar that had been behind Zarek. Now behind Drew, Zarek forearm smashed the back of Drew's head into the pillar. With that Zarek fled to the otherside of the room, waiting for Drew to get up. Drew rose to his feet, a smile upon his face. There was a slight trail of blood trickling down down his forehead, but Drew had always gone crazy at the sight of his own blood. Drew walked towards Zarek like Mike Myers coming to collect his prey. It was more like fast walking. Once the two met up again and Zarek swung for him. Drew caught his arm, lifted, and sent Zarek across the designed floor. Oh damn, Drew was a hell of a lot stronger in the world. Zarek rose to his feet, and went for Drew again. Drew ran it him this time. Zarek managed to avoid the attack by rebounding off of the nearest pillar and kicking Drew right to the hand with the impact.

Drew had gone tiresome of fighting with Zarek. Although he enjoyed the chase, Zarek was turning out to be a lot more skillfull than he had remembered. Apparently Drew had lost his edge after all of these years. Drew rose up and reached inside of his pocket, pulling out a knife. It was now definitely one sided. Drew swung at Zarek with the knife, in which he managed to dodge it. Another swung caught him right across the arm. Finally, Zarek had shed some blood. Drew stung again, ducking, but then saw the moment he needed to get the knife from Drew. As he dodged it, Zarek took a hold of Drew's hand and slamed it into the nearby pillar. The force had made Drew drop the knife, but now the two were in close range, in which Drew took Zarek's head and slamed it into the pillar as well. The force drew even more blood, and made Zarek a bit out of it. Drew came at him and caught him with a gigantic knee right to the midsection. Drew lifted him up, and threw him into the pillar. It was now clear that Drew had gained the upperhand. Drew's arrogance again began to show through, and the fact that Zarek was actually fending him off just a few second again, hadn't crossed his mind. Zarek was now coughing up blood and Drew raised him up by his hair. With that, he caught him in the stomach again, and double axeled him back down to the floor. Reaching into his boot, Drew pulled out another knife. He switched it from hand to hand, holding Zarek's life within the balance.

"Come on, Zarek. Oh well, I guess I can't expect much from someone who has been dead for ten years. I don't remember you giving up this easily."

Zarek was lying on the floor, blood coming from several places, and now Drew planned on taking the ultimate plunge. It was in that moment of desperation that Zarek saw the knife that he had previously knocked out of Drew's hand. A sudden realization came that he wouldn't be able to save Drew. The events of this world had already occured, and after being consumed by the darkness for ten years, there was no turning back. It was down to either Drew, or Zarek. With that Zarek lunged for the knife and picked it up while falling back down to the floor. It looked to Drew that Zarek was attempting to run away. When Drew lunged forward to catch Zarek, he was caught with a knife. The silver blade plunged right into his flesh and ripped upwards.

"You remembered right."

The sea of crimson red was endless, as it poured from the fallen warrior.