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By the way his smile slightly falters, me doesn’t seem to like that very much. “I’m Cian. You’ve surely heard of me before. I’m famous in your little mortal world. For all the wrong reasons, though,” he says delightedly. I frown. As far as I know, I’ve never heard of him. I can keep the bite out of my words. “You can’t be too famous if I don’t know you.” “But you do. See, I’m a Sin, and I know you’ve heard of those,” he tells me. He clearly takes pride in bragging about his tier as an immortal.

“Well, as the decades passed and we entered the 20th century, characters like Dracula emerged but they were nothing like the real vampires. Characteristics like changing into bats, sleeping in coffins, and being repelled by garlic were nothing more than someone’s creative imagination Gabriel, you know that. We knew then that if people had discovered the real vampires the stories would have been very different. I can only assume that after the plague they all died out and none were never discovered.” “So, you and your sisters are the only five living descendants left in the world?” “No, there are others,” she told him. “I can feel them out there somewhere. Their vibration is faint, but I know

he asked. I couldn't open my mouth nor give him a signal. I was just looking at him, surveying every angle of him to find the lies I've been wanting to see. Hades, what is it that you want? His hands was clasped around my hand and on bended knees he said, "I, Hades Sylvestre, take you Talia D'aureville, to be my wife, I vow to fiercely love you in all of your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget this once-in-a-lifetime love. And to always know in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find our way back to each other."

"My former keeping family, the Martellis, run a lot of businesses. Liam wanted me to know numbers. More specifically, how money works so I could order and arrange the flowers for his giant galas." "I take it Godfather Liam doesn't know what Gran has set in motion." Hades was starting to put two and two together. "He's away settling some accounts. He's supposed to be back next week so we can discuss the flowers for his anniversary party. I'm pretty sure he's going to be pissed." Hades found himself momentarily distracted by the iridescent polish on the no-fur's toenails poking out. Damn shiny things. "There is way too much about this whole situation not to like. But that's not important right

Hades is a handsome young man in his late twenties, he is good in everything and can make any woman’s heart bounce in a flutter plus he is my grandson and Liza would be a perfect match, I thought. Hmm... I think I just figured out a way to pay her courtesy back.

Then, in a voice rough and unsteady, Hades whispered, “Anita, I may not be your father, but I want you to know… I believe in you. I’ll protect you. No matter what.” The words pierced through the fog, cutting through the remnants of the drug that clouded my mind. Slowly, reality began to settle in, the edges of the memory fading as the present came into focus. I blinked, my vision clearing, and the face before me shifted, the shadows receding to reveal Alpha Hades. His expression was one of pain, a deep, raw emotion that filled his eyes and softened the hard lines of his face.

“Cheh! Only now do you want to know about me?” Hades’s glare deepened with a trembled fist. I ought to kill you if not because of the restraints put on me. “My name is Sir Bennett Lionel Illumi, the leader of the great soldier. Nice to meet you.” A uselessly long name. “Likewise. My name is Hades; The Lord of the Underworld, The Father of the Night, and The Father of Darkness.” “Oh Father of the Night, I beseech you to have a duel with me, the lowly great soldier.”

"You're kind. And respectful. You're cute and funny. You're prettier than anything I've ever seen. Something traumatic has happened to your. You can be shy or very flirtatious. I think you're the reincarnation of Hades." Adrian stroked her hair softly. "What a flattering comparison." "It actually is. Of all the Greek Gods, he was the best, and least fucked up. He never cheated on his wife, he minded his business and did his job. But he got shit for it, even though he didn't exactly pick his job." Adrian chuckled. "Well...maybe Hades and I do have more in common than I thought." "Adrian...where are your parents?" "They moved to...and this is purely coincidence but Greece. They retired there.

"Are you sure Riven has really disappeared for weeks now?",Adromalius asked as he gazed at the bleak world before him. No matter how much he went into Tartarus, he could never get used to the chaos and agonized screams that echoed every time. He gazed at Hades, the king of the underworld, waiting for an answer to his questions. Hades held the glass dome containing Layla's blood in his palm. He swirled it occasionally, and each time he did, a devilish look would appear on his face.

This is definitely going to be the topic of conversation at lunch on Monday. "Why do you call Hadley Robertson, Hades?" Aidan asks. "Because he's a demon from hell itself." Chiara says casually. "Scratch that. He's the demon who runs hell." "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I quote Shakespeare as I move to take a swig of the win bottle Chiara has. The bottle then gets passed around to everyone. All of us have something against Hades. "He's a dick." Sweet Ben says. It takes a lot to make Ben swear so one must know how much he hates the future alpha.