It seemed even to the long lived members of the Pantheon, that their journey took some time. At last, the bone white spires of the Asylum came into view, the tops bursting with crimson cosmic energy.
"Careful, Morpheus," Aelous warned, "too far to the right or left, and we shall be pulled into one of the black holes that keeps this place in it's position."
Medea shivered slightly at the thought. She could feel the chill emanting from within them, as thoughts of the legendary whirlpool of destruction filled her mind.
"Would you have this dream become a nightmare?" Morpheus asked, knowing how effortlessly one's thoughts can turn to darkness. His eyes flashed briefly, although whether of their own accord, or merely reflecting the cosmic power from above, no one could say.
The ship landed perfectly, and the crew disembarked. Slowly, as if in expectation of them, the massive drawbridge of the fortress drew downwards, providing them entry.
"Argus, stay with the ship. We shall go inside and speak with Dionysus." Aelous commanded. The cyclops acquiesced, secretly glad not to have to lower his frame to enter the building.
Before they could enter, a short, fat, bald man wearing what appeared to be a red, latex dress ran out from within the building screaming, "Redrum! Redrum!" As he approached, Aelous and Medea could make his Salvador Dali-like mustache.
Reaching them, he jumped into Medea's arms, with a pleading look. "Redrum? Redrum!" He said, before she dropped him. "Aelous, tell this filthy creature to stay away from me!"
"Am being terribly sorry, comrades! Comrade Redrum is no wanting to eat his dinner." A large, purple skinned man with long red hair and a red goatee emerged from within the building. He was wearing black leather pants and a black vest. He was Blackwulf, known to some as The Everchanging. "How are we being helping you today?"
"Redrum?" asked Redrum, looking up at Blackwulf. "Yes, comrade, am being leaving visitors alone. Is time for dinner. Am making delicious gumbo which is being handed down in Blackwulf's family for generations."
"What-What is this?" Aelous asked in confusion. "We came to speak with Dionysus, not be assaulted by a menagerie of-"
"Crazy people? This is an asylum, after all. Or the Asylum. My name is Tatiana, and I will be your escort today. Mortis is busy with other concerns." A tall, willowy, female with red hair in a forties pageboy style haircut, stood at the entrance to the Asylum. She wore black pants with red, heeled boots and a red jacket, buttoned at the waist. "Follow me, we've prepared a room for you to speak with your friend."
"REDRUM!!"
"Shhh, comrade." Blackwulf attempted to silence him.
"Blackwulf, if he disrupts our guests one more time, I'm dumping both of you out into the void, you got me?" Tatiana glared at him.
"Yes, comrade, is no worry." Blackwulf saluted and Redrum did likewise in imitation.
"Don't have time for this shit. . ." Tatiana muttered under her breath as she walked back inside, the Pantheon members following her.
