Hades tried not to laugh as he watched Prom clean egg shell and yolk off the dragonet.

He was extremely cute. Hades look him up into his arms, gently manipulating the aether to dry him. He conjured a baby blanket to wrap the creature, no, his son— in. He held him close to his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Welcome, little Azeyma,” he said.

In this shape, Hades was far more comparable in size. He also looked twenty mortal years younger. Hades’ eyes watered a bit as he looked down at his child. “Never seen a dragon like him, have you, Prometheus?”