“The Dawn Throne, that’s where they keep the yol, and they are big,” he said gesturing with his head. Hades led him to the open area with all the yol. Yellow clad Auri people were rushing to and fro, gathering things their gods may appreciate.

“Oh yes, for your human glamour I may... tweak you a bit. As a warning.”

Hades landed, transforming himself into his best approximation of Azim. His horns, though black, shone with intricate gilding. His clothing, finely woven and intricate, showed off his handsome body— it was entirely open on the sides like the ceremonial, antiquated clothes seen on some of the older statues. He snapped his fingers once Hythlodaeus dismounted, squishing Prometheus into the form of an Auri woman carrying a child. He was still certainly recognizable as Prometheus in the face, but Hades was committed to this but of flash and pomp.

He conjured a beautiful dress, both iridescent and translucent to hang on his form.

“My Nhaama requires a place to bear our child.”