They did round three, and round four— and Elidibus and Lahabrea finally figured out that Hades would come to them when the time was right. After all, the situation seemed stable. Prometheus wasn’t really one for playing the long game at deception; that was more of Hades’ thing anyway. Hades had assured them that Prometheus did not react poorly when he touched his soul. There was no spark of memory. For now they could continue, and they were happy to let Hades entertain him. He would be of pivotal use in time.

The days passed peaceably, so much so that Hades found himself forgetting his grief. He expanded the island some, teleported in animals now and then for Prometheus to eat... they happily enjoyed each other’s company. Even Hythlodaeus was energized by having others around.

Hades, deciding to sunbathe and “stargaze” set himself up on his beach in a skimpy swimsuit with sunglasses. He let his eyes go soft and unfocused as he watched souls return to the lifestream. He looked over at Hytholadeus, who didn’t have a true soul, but just a bit of detailing for Hades’ comfort. There was Hythlodaeus’ soft red... Prometheus’ verdant green, and a soft, pulsing blue on top of— wait, what?

Hades sat up, removing his sunglasses for the clarity.

“Prom, come here a moment, would you?”