Hades warmed as he looked into Azeyma’s eyes. Such cleverness behind those eyes... He had such high hopes for his son. He was even talking a bit earlier... they should encourage that, shouldn’t they?

“My handsome son... Azeyma,” he stretched his broad soul out, enveloping him with such genuine love and adoration. He looked over Aza’s head to Prometheus.

“So, dearest, are you Papa or Daddy? I thought I’d want Father... But Dada is growing on me...” Hades was so wound up and enamored with little Azeyma.