Descent
Nick murmured, one eyebrow rose as he scanned their faces, before his gaze landed on Alastor, “One of my subordinates called and said you have a problem with a god?”
“Uh, not really a problem…” Sean muttered, coughing a bit.
“Well, what’s the issue then?”
Alastor crossed his arms; he didn't really know why but he was beginning to like this guy less and less, “What do you know about Proserpina?”
As soon as Alastor uttered the name, those bright eyes narrowed in clear interest, long fingers interlacing in front of Nick’s face as he leaned forward to the screen, looking scarily interested, “You picked a fight with the underworld's heir? Very stupid,”