“It’s more of a choice than a stage, for them. They have a battle every year to see who will live in the single permanent domicile,” Hades said as they trotted down the mountain path. “Ah look, there it is,” he said as the rock wall cleared on one side, gesturing to the enormous structure.

“Though thousands of years ago... this was a much different place,” oh the things they did as allagans... what a time. “But that is everywhere here, really.”

The sun cast down through the misty haze of the day. It was warm with a gentle breeze rolling through the grass. Though this was a place he’d been before, it felt different with Prometheus at his back, holding him. His heart skipped a beat as if he were newly in love.