Lamb

Hades carried on in wolf form, his head hung low, growling at the Celestial Fairies. He wasn’t sure if they were working for Zeus out of loyalty or fear. Their wings shuddered as they opened the guest room doors.

The brightly lit guestroom was surprisingly immaculate, unlike the rest of the palace that was crumbling to pieces. Within a day’s time, Hades worried the entire palace would crumble.

Parisa graciously thanked the fairies and sat down on the bed with a sleeping Lillith. “I can’t reach”- Hades’ maw snapped, silencing Parisa, who only glared at the overly large Hell Hound.

“We shouldn’t speak out loud,” he mumbled in the link. “I’m sorry to snapped at you.” Parisa hummed, looking over her shoulder at the Hell Hound that looked over the Celestial Kingdom. Clouds were darkening by the minute, the sunshine completely gone, and drops of ice jumped playfully on the ground.

“I can’t read his feelings,” Parisa spoke, still upset her mate would snap. She didn’t reprimand him, knowing a