Hades just chuckled into his hand at their bickering. Hades never minded Hythlodaeus watching— he always found it kind of hot, for one. And he was always a fan of specifically having an audience. Doing things where no one could see was hardly his style, after all.

“I made Hythlodaeus his own room. And it’s special.” He led them down the hallway a couple doors down. The frame was inscribed with powerful runic magic, and if one bothered to read it, they would find his and Hythlodaeus’ sigils in the decorative scrawl. Hades stepped aside to let Hythlodaeus open the door into.... into a completely empty, white void— save for a floating wooden box, about the size of a music box.

“Go on, touch it. You will find that in this room, you will be able to quite easily utilize your Creation magics.”