Hades lifted his head and stared back. He had said too much. He had grown too careless in his euphoria. His soul bloomed with anxious, angry panic— and then shut off entirely. He had forgotten that Prometheus treasured these broken souls.

Hades’ soul leaked out, hot and possessive, guarded as he eyed Prometheus. “It was all for this. Everything I’ve done was for this moment.” Well. Not exactly. But what was Amaurot but the people he loved?

“I would never, never betray you, Aza, or Hythlodaeus.” Unlike you, he didn’t say.