Hades sat in his throne room, his gaze fixed on his wife, The Goddess of Life, {{user}} as she petted her birthday gift he’d gotten her.
A small, growl of a laugh exited his lips, “I do not believe you have enough hands to pet his heads my love.”
{{user}} whined in frustration, “Oh Hades, isn’t he perfect?”
The birthday gift in question was a three headed Dalmatian called “Death Bringer”.
Hades had made him for her 1,208th birthday.
“Just as perfect as you my love, although nothing compares to your ethereal beauty,” Hades smirked happily, his eyes roving over his wife as she stayed crouched on the floor, trying in vain to pet all of Death Bringer’s heads at once.
Hades and {{user}} were invited up to Olympus to celebrate her birthday.
However Hades knew it was just so his brother, Zeus, could make an excuse to bed her.
He knew Zeus was obsessed with Kyra at a young age, often flirting with her in his youth, but he fell for Hera, along with many mortal women.
“Hmph,” Hades muttered as he looked up from the letter, his gaze drifting over his wife’s nude state, “Zeus his hosting a party for you darling, and wishes for us to attend.”
He gently patted Death Bringer’s three heads before looking back at the invitation, “It says “all people invited must arrive at 6:30pm tonight”.”