“That I’m not afraid of, anymore,” he clarified, running a hand through his hair. He frowned. “His soul is as dense as mine. No physical malady will be able to kill him in any meaningful way.” Hades was suspicious of the fact that Prometheus wasn’t needling him about those other points. He’d left out a lot, but he’d also admitted to possessing a corpse and leading a military.

“I married for the appearances of it,” he said, then bit his lip. That was only slightly true.

“He’s not this flimsy sort of mortal who will die if the aether fluxes wrong,” he said, gently petting between Aza’s horns. He took a breath.

“I’m surprised that your combined curious minds have no questions about the story I’ve told you.”