Plunged deep into the underworld, sat the very king of the domain at his desk going over the many shades of those who passed. There he was, engrossed into his work barely blinking or taking his eyes off of his paper as he read the important information about the shades who have succumb to death.

Hades sat there occasionally strumming his fingers along the desk table as he continues to read very long list of shade names and their cause of death and debating where to set them at either Elysium, Tartarus, or the Asphodel Meadows.