“Oh, let me languish. My troubles ever seem to nip at my heels,” and though he said this, he pushed himself off his seat into Prometheus’ arms. “There is much work to be done soon,” he said as he hung wetly off of his friend.

He nestled in, the beginnings of his stubble poking against Prometheus’ neck. “If I remember properly, there will be a convocation meeting sooner than later... And I have so few secrets left, Fourteenth.”

Hades closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. They had to face this before too much was destroyed.