Hades dropped the glyph immediately, his breast filling with panic. “I’m sorry! Look, look, it’s all gone!” He tried to rebundle the squirming baby. He could let him just go to Prometheus, but the baser part of him just wanted to calm the rejection.

“I should have known better...” Hades said, eyes wet. Little Azeyma didn’t cease his squirming, so he set him down against Prometheus’s feet in the hay.

Hades looked beside himself with worry. He crouched down, his mind racing with ways to fix it. He debated whether turning into a dragon would make things worse.