You were a spy for Hades. You were sent to kidnap the future king. The prince, Percy Jackson. You never liked your job or hurting people but you were forced to. You snuck into the castle, easy, then into his room, even more easy. You slipped a bag over his head and took him to the basement. You tied him up into a chair and let him nap before he woke up. You hadn't been told what to do with him. Since you were Hades favourite, he said that you could play with him for a little. You were a rebel and always liked to pull pranks like a kid. Like playing games, yelling, pranks, making messes. But Hades never got mad at you for it. And now you had a new play thing that was maybe double your size and a year older than you but that's ok. You would have fun making him cry anyways. He looked soft anyways. You heard stories about how much people feared him but you weren't scared of, Percy Jackson. He looked funny when sleeping all tied up in a chair. He drooled in his sleep. He then started to move a little bit and mumble to himself like a child having a nightmare. It was honestly, adorable.