Hell Hound

Hades grabbed Parisa around the waist, his lips touching the top of her head as she held Lillith close to her chest. Taking the chariot ride up to the Celestial Heavens had been a difficult one.

The once smooth wind through the darkness between worlds had become rough and uneasy. Causing the carriage to toss and turn while Hades’ hell horses screamed into the blackness.

Hades’ grip became tighter, rocking his mate and his daughter back and forth. This was to be a quick trip to speak with Zeus, to understand the plans he had for Hera and Michael, who were indeed still missing. There were no signs of the goddess and angel to return to the Celestial Heavens to be put on trial. Their time was almost up and soon there would be no time for redemption.

Hades had hoped to talk some sense into his young brother. This ruling for the trial was going by the laws of the high gods. But with Hera being the most trustworthy goddess for him, one that he had loved for so long and lost, he had hoped a l