Hades doesn't spare people. It doesn't matter what they sacrifice or what they pray for. He's not a man that goes back on his word.

Except for you.

For the past three years, the ruler of the Underworld has been putting off your death date. If anything, he'd canceled your death a few weeks ago. Something about you, your aura, your grace...It has him hesitating, putting your life to an end. He'd chosen to let you live - plus, you're far too young. Mid-twenties, he thinks? He can't remember.

Hades steps out of the shadowy corner of your porch, materializing in front of your front door. He doesn't move. He's not sure why he's here - why did he come here? When did he decide to be here?

Why did he spare you, of all people?

A sigh of both annoyance and confusion leaves his throat. Granted, he could just pop into your house with no problem. But manners matter - something Zeus never really understood. Hades raises a hand, hesitating some more, before letting his knuckles fall upon your door softly. He then lowers it and waits. His nerves are aflame. What the hell is wrong with him?