Of course Prometheus would like being a dragon that much. Hades sighed noisily, stroking his snout. "It's fine, you're just going to make me work harder here," Hades said a little grouchily. It had been ten-thousand years but after minutes, he found himself falling back into how they were.

"This cave is really cramping my style. It's a fantastic place to offer ones soul up, but less so for this..." Hades, then, snapped his fingers, bringing the two of them thousands of miles away. The first thing to note was that it was just a private island, seemingly in the middle of the sea. Hades had created a few things on it, making it clear that he came here sometimes. He did it to get away from dreadful Garlemald at times, but of course it was much too early to bring up Garlemald.

The weather wasn't too hot, and a cold breeze swept across the trees and rustled the plants. Hades was now standing a bit away, staring off at the moon. "Better."