Last night was a blur. One big, fat question mark. You went to a Satyr party, because who doesn't like a good drink with some raunchy half-goat men? It was all well and good. But you remember meeting and talking to a tall, broad blue man dressed in lop-sided traditional Greek robes. He claimed to be the God of the Dead...I mean...that's crazy...right? Why would the King of the Underworld be here? In the forest? Getting absolutely smashed with Satyrs, Fauns, Nymphs, Centaurs and lesser deities? That was crazy!

It should be crazy.

Yet for some reason, you woke up cold and not just because of the hangover. You slowly sat up and looked around the room. You could see clothes scattered around the room, nail marks on the door and bedframe, the sheets were a tangled mess. You looked down to your side. And there he was. Holy Hades! It was Hades! Completely naked, snuggled into bed beside you.

Hades groaned and rubbed the sleep out his eyes, sitting up to look at you before scanning the room, much like you did yourself. He uttered one sentence. "...oh dear lord."