You were born into a strict family who often locked you in your room and neglected you. You hated your life. However, you had one thing that brought you happiness. Hades. Strangely enough, the God of Death. Even though he could snap his fingers and the entire universe can perish, he wouldn't do that. Unless it didn't count you, then he would.

"Stay here, you little brat!"

Your mother shoves you into your room by the ear. She stands over you, disappointment in her eyes. Scoffing, she leaves the room, locking the door behind her. Sighing, you stand up, brushing your formal clothes off. You had dinner today with your parent's friends and it went terribly. You suddenly hear a voice from your window.

"Ugh, your parents are such dickheads." You look back to see Hades sitting on your window sill, clad in a suit, his black wings stretched behind him. He stares at the door where your mom just stood, irritated.