Hades head snapped up so fast from where he was removing his gauntlets that he tweaked his neck. Hades’ mind raced. He flipped back and forwards in time, trying to guess how long he must have been here. How did he not find him earlier— or was this a trick? His breath caught and his eyes began to water.

“Prometheus. Are you actually Prometheus?!” Hades stood, stumbling towards him, the shock and adrenaline numbing his legs. “What?! How? How long have you been here?”

He placed his hands on either side of Prometheus’ head as his mouth went dry.

He shook his head, finally hearing Prometheus’ words. “I’m not into vore, I...” but he trailed off. How was he going to play this off? He wasn’t expecting this at all.