Creative Writing: Greek Myth

Fallen souls cried out, some with acknowledgement of their previous lives lost, others with worry for the vengeance to come. Overlooking the weeping souls, the imp Bizel walked through the twisted halls and natural hollows of the Underworld. Head down, tail and wings dragging, Bizel introduced himself before the supreme lord, Hades. Nervous, the frightened imp prepared to tell Hades what occurred.
Sitting upon his shadowed throne, Hades gazed down at Bizel. The disappointment collected upon the dark lord's face would even make the most firm heart tremor. Moving his weight from foot to foot, his spiked tail left scratch marks where it struck the obsidian floor. The imp shivered under Hades examining look, anticipating judgment. The silence

“Freeze!” ordered an officer.
Bizel appeared on the surface world confused, never having set foot on the mortal world. A huge scorching ball hung in the sky, frightening the imp and irritating his light sensitive eyes. Bizel had heard stories of a burning orb, now he really gets to witness it with his own eyes.
As his weak sight familiarize to the light, Bizel sought out a possible path taken by Cerberus. A sparking idea has occurred to the imp, if he found Cerberus first, he could use the beast to track down the soul. Shifting his stare to ground, Bizel located the hound’s fading paw prints. Following the naughty hound’s obvious trail (rotten trees, seared grasses, and a few dead creatures); the imp came upon the sheltered clearing in the woods that Cerberus had recently visited. Multiple voices had drifted from the other side of the hedges. Using his powers of invisibility, Bizel edged closer, listening to the

Right here in our own neighborhood,” said a woman, dressed in a robe and hair curlers. “It’s just not safe anywhere these days,” replied another, cigarette hanging from her lips. “I heard that an abandoned dog interrupted the thieves,” said an elderly man. The first woman sneered, her hair curlers shaking, “The way I hear it, they had claimed it was some kind of monster. I don’t believe it though.” Blowing a puff of smoke, the other woman said, “Whatever it was, it scared them awful. They wet themselves.” All three people laughed.
Bizel had heard plenty. Cerberus had exposed himself to mortals. Hades would be less than satisfied. Sighing, the imp sped off after the hellhound, hoping to catch him before any more innocent creatures were harmed.
The sun continued to rise, painting the sky with blushes of pink and gold. The soul quickly made its way across the small forested park. Bright colors appeared though the trees. The soul continued flying onward into the brightly colored trees. A single female ran along a dirt trail, unaware to the