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He now has something he could actually burn. “Ask him to take him to the basement. To that room” Back at the mansion Hades headed for the basement as soon as they reached the main house. It was a whole world beneath the family estate. It was the world of crime. What was better than to keep it too close that anyone couldn’t even dare to doubt it?

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

It's not like his glare could kill him, unless he's still Hades from the underworld. But, as a powerless mortal, all Hades could do was stare at anyone who dared to cross their line, and Thanatos was no exception. "Plans...I didn't even consider bringing her here in the first place. What exactly am I thinking?" Hades revealed. He pressed his palm against his brow, attempting to keep his anger from dominating his mental fortitude. Hades does not want to start wreaking havoc inside the house because his mother might hear him, which he cannot risk. Not when it also means discovering that he brought a woman home with him.

The ancient walls seemed to protect her slumber, and the flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the ceiling, whispering secrets beyond comprehension. But this tranquility didn't last long. Suddenly, the air in the room shifted, as if something unseen had passed through it. The curtain at the window trembled despite the stillness of the night, and then Hadhraq emerged from the darkness, standing beside the bed—imposing, like a shadow born from an old nightmare. He stood silently for a moment, staring at her face with an unsettling intensity. His eyes glowed with a pale, jabberish light, and a small smile played on his lips—one devoid of warmth, bound together with both mystery and menace.

said Caterina kissing once more her little son and then marching towards the park. In his luxurious apartment, Hades was taking a last look at his illicit business, the narcotics he had in reserve at the Temptation bar had been correctly distributed, however, it was more than obvious that he needed to do something about Zeus and his father, who constantly got in his way, his head hurt from so much thinking, that was a complete nuisance with which he did not intend to continue dealing with forever, he felt fed up, really tired of that pair of wretches with whom he had the misfortune of sharing blood.

Seris wandered through the chambers, each one a testament to the power and majesty of its respective deity. In the Chamber of Hades, Seris felt the weight of the underworld bearing down upon her. Hades, resplendent in his black and silver armor, stood before his throne, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his presence seemed to draw the very light out of the air. Unlike the Hades she met previously, he looks more serious, his final form is remarkable.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

I recognized the location immediately. Hades stood at the foot of the stairs that led to his office’s mezzanine. Beside him floated the pane of glass that had trapped Ophois. He was still in his human form, and his handsome features twisted with rage. My jaw clenched, and I swallowed back an insult. It wasn’t like the bastard could hear me. “Fenrisúlfr,” Hades drawled. “I never thought you would recruit the Egyptians to carry out your futile quest. My demons have destroyed Demeter’s root tunnels, and the Opener of the Ways cannot escape my trap. You have run out of options.”

Hades seethes. —*

The underworld was a place every astral creature never wished to be. Cruel was an understatement. It was a bleak world filled with unending screams and it was ruled by Hades, the god of the underworld and the ruler of the dead. Cerberus, the hound of hades snarled at the mistress as she approached the entrance of the underworld. The entrance was a portal, hidden deeply in the desert of no return, a place no one ever ventured. Cerberus growled warningly, its blood red eyes filled with venom, its terrifying huge body crouched down dangerously, each head glaring at the black witch in hate. It roared angrily as she walked closer to the gates of the underworld.