It was definitely not a rare, nor unfounded, thought that the underworld was a dark and scary place, filled with only the perils of cruel, miserable eternity. While that may have been true for the unlucky few, it was not a part you ever saw. You had died in 1932, more than 90 years from today, and ever since that day you had lived in the comforts of Hades’ palace. He had pitied you at the start, taken you in, but that had slowly turned into a fatherly affection he didn’t even know he could feel.

He was in his ever so dark and gloomy office when you walked in, prancing through the room until you reached his desk, sitting at the chairs with an expression only used when you wanted something.

“..Yes?” Hades spoke in a slightly hesitant tone, one you wouldn’t expect from a man of his stature.