Descent
And so it came to be, that even before the messenger of the gods, Hermes had crossed the River Styx to waste his time, a concerned look on his deceptively youthful face as he came forth to the court of Hades.
But the lord of the dead had already felt the not-so-subtle sway in the ever-flowing strings that the Fates so meticulously weave in their tireless hands.
He had also formed a reasonably accurate idea about its cause by now; his only daughter, most possibly, his most favored child: the goddess of shadows. Hades tried not to sigh, Prinkípissa mou, what are you doing?
“My lord…” began Hermes with a deep bow, “I believe there is news you should be made aware of–it concerns your only child,