Hades recaptured Aza’s lips, standing up straight for once to drag Prometheus up into his arms by his ass, coaxing him to wrap his legs around his waist. His Garlean body was really very sturdy in spite of what he had and hadn’t done with its maintenance. He was certainly more muscular than in his days of Amaurot.

He walked them into the bathroom, setting him down on the edge of the gargantuan tub. Hades pulled a lever, and the large tub began rapidly filling from what looked like a waterfall built out of the wall. The water was wonderfully hot and smelled like milk, honey, and bergamot. He began to undress. His once immaculate skin was now riddled with scars. Had Prometheus even seen them with his regular eyes? That was the shame of spending so much time in war, he supposed. Life had been cruel for Solus zos Galvus,

“You look different too, don’t you?”