“He has my eyes. Your current form has none,” Hades said with a small shrug. “I haven’t decided if it would have been odder if an Amaurotine infant hatched out of that egg.”

Hades could talk and think about agemates later. Wasn’t it good enough to just... enjoy the birth of his first son with Prometheus? Thank goodness that they had Hythlodaeus to keep them at bay.

“Isn’t that right, Azeyma? We had no idea how you might have hatched!” Hades took his head into his hands to gaze into Aza’s eyes. He placed a kiss on the end of his snout and smiled.