HELLBOUND
11 he said over her shoulder as she admired the piece.
Hermes was like a messenger of the Gods, he was able to travel between all realms and get word from one side to the other without being trapped like the other souls. He was in good graces with everyone, he didn’t pick sides, and he was perfectly content being the middle man for all eternity.
“Hermes?” She asked and as if on cue, he appeared. A medium-sized man with short, curly blonde hair and a round face, he carried a golden staff with small wings on the top12.