“As if Prometheus and Hythlodaeus aren’t mouthfuls,” Hades said with a bark of a laugh. “And I’ve been saying both names forever.”

If Prometheus was in control of the culture, he likely wouldn’t have opted for such long names. “Are you tired?” Hades asked as he felt himself lull. Now it had been a truly tiring day. As he settled, he felt Hytholadeus’ thin soul reach out to check on the two of them.