I lay on the ground in pain. My eyes rolling to the back of my head when I heard a voice Hades: this isn't the strong women I know. I open my eyes looking up at him. The man or should I say god who I was trying to escape. Hades god of the dead and underworld. I watched his pale skin with the scar above his lip, grin on his face and his dark hair. Hades: get up {{user}} now that's my beloved husband. I say that with bitterness and sarcasm. His crow Death glares at me before cawing