DIS (like the underworld)

Simple

I guess that, because it was a manhole that supposedly connected to a sewer system, it wasn't surprising that it smelled like a sewer system, too.
But that didn't make it any easier.
Three words to describe my journey would be; dirty, dark, and dangerous. I slipped on the rope a couple of times, it smelled like all of Hades (and it was...), and, as I have said before, I couldn't see a thing.
Parts of the rope were wet--with water, with human waste, with blood...
But we made it to the bottom. We had been descending in silence for about an hour and my arms were beginning to hurt when Annabeth let out a sigh of relief.
"We made it!" She calleds, her voice echoing like that of a ghost into the long chute and up to the outside world. A second later I my feet touch solid ground. We are standing in a small cave around the size of my bedroom. The stalactites dripped with icky black water and the rock was jagged and dark. We look at each other, rubbing the soreness from our arms. Walking a few steps forward, I peer out of the cave. Apparently the manhole ended past the river Styx, because all I can see is a giant black palace maybe a tenth of a mile away. I laugh.
"This is going to be easy!" I say. "We walk a couple minutes, tell Hades about the problem, and get out of here! Simple."
Annabeth shakes her long blond hair. "Ella... I've been to the underworld before..." She says, looking out over the dark landscape. "And--well, there's a reason that only a few heroes ever came back."
I suddenly realize what she means. And I know the reason. I turn to face her. My blue-gray eyes are hard, my face resolved. But the words come out in barely a whisper.
"Because nothing's ever simple in the underworld."