Hades knew he would have to own up to all of this sooner than later. How cruel would it be to drag Prometheus along all of this, forever, unknowing? After all, the truth invariably always came out.

"It would be an honor for him, to have a child with his namesake," Hades said with a grin. He conjured a handkerchief to wipe his eyes and nose before tightening his hold on Prometheus. He shivered slightly and pulled his wing closer.

"I suppose we'll ask him what he thinks of it all when he comes back," Hades replied. "Although I'm nearly sure we could get him to call the baby Hythlodaeus and force him to go by a nickname."