Lord Hades: A God Who Drives A Taxi In Marvel

Kingpin's Fate

As Kingpin groggily came to consciousness, he found himself in a magnificent throne room surrounded by hordes of undead creatures. He was struck with fear and shock as he gazed upon the hellish landscape through the massive doors and windows.

The skies were a scorching red and black, filled with smoke and fire, with rivers of molten lava, erupting volcanoes, and tormented souls wailing in seas of fire.

Kingpin, trying to shake off the fear, stumbled toward the end of the room, where he saw a set of stairs carved from glistening obsidian.

The darkness receded as he approached, revealing a stunning throne made from molten gold and obsidian.

The throne was adorned with skulls and precious stones, creating a fearsome yet beautiful spectacle. The molten gold flowed through the throne, forming intricate patterns that seemed to come alive as Kingpin got closer.

Kingpin's heart raced as he approached the throne, eyes scanning the details of the stairs and the throne. The skulls seemed to be judging him, their empty eye sockets piercing through his soul.

The precious stones glimmered in the light of a blue flame, casting a mesmerizing aura in the otherwise dark and frightening room.

Kingpin stood at the bottom of the staircase, staring up at the throne made of molten gold. The heat was intense, causing sweat to bead on Kingpin's forehead as he gazed upon the mesmerizing patterns etched into the flowing gold.

Suddenly, a dark figure began to emerge from the fiery depths of the volcano, taking shape from the smoke, earth, and spirits surrounding it. As the smoke cleared, Kingpin was taken aback to see the figure more clearly.

Standing before him was none other than Hades, the stock trader whom he had threatened. He is now engulfed in blue flame.

Hades raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, look here," Hades said, his voice echoing throughout the chamber.

"Isn't this our little Kingpin? Welcome to my realm, Kingpin." He spoke in a deep, menacing voice that sent shivers down Kingpin's spine.

"What the fuck are you?" Kingpin asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

Hades chuckled, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"Well, let me introduce myself. I am Hades Deathborn, the god of death. And now we are in hell, conducting your trial."

Kingpin's mind raced as he tried to process what was happening. "You must be kidding me," he muttered.

Hades' eyes blazed with anger.

"You thought you could get away with threatening me, but now you'll pay the price." He flicked his wrist and summoned demons to surround Kingpin, making him feel trapped and vulnerable.

Kingpin stood tall, but he couldn't help the fear creeping into his voice as he replied.

"What do you want from me, Hades?"

Hades raised an eyebrow, still wearing the cruel smile.

"I want what's rightfully mine," he said.

Kingpin tried to buy some time.

"And what's that?" he asked.

Hades' voice was cold and unfeeling.

"I want your soul, Kingpin," he said, his eyes fixed on Kingpin.

Kingpin started to panic. He realized that he was in deep trouble and had to find a way out of this predicament.

He tried to think quickly, but the demons surrounding him made it difficult to focus. He felt sweat trickling down his face as he tried to devise a plan.