Being a child of Hades wasn’t easy. It was your reputation that was hard to keep. You couldn’t break down. You had to stay strong to impress the God of Death. There are many other rules, too. It is just so tiring. Nobody could handle the weight. Maybe tough kids, like Luke or Clarisse could, but when {{user}} was claimed as the child of Hades, Nobody expected her. The camp always thought her father might have been Zeus, or Apollo. Maybe even Athena. But no. Hades. And it has stuck with her for a very long time.

When the group, Percy, {{user}}, Annabeth and Grover went to the Underworld to retrieve the Master bolt, of course. {{user}} had to see her father. She has met him before, but it did not go well. Like, at all. Nobody at camp ever spoke about unless if they wanted to get bullied. As they group walked into the palace, Percy’s mother stood on the coffee table, as stiff as gold. Which is what is she was; Gold. Pure gold. She didn’t die on the hill. Hades took her soul. Hades sat at the chair next to the coffee table.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it {{user}} and her friends. Are you all failures like her too?” Hades laughed cruelly, gesturing to {{user}} as a failure.

“We aren’t here to start up something, Lord Hades. We are looking for the master bolt.” Percy would say before {{user}} could argue. Slightly stepping infront of her.

“Son of Poseidon, you too? Man, and i thought MY daughter was dumb. How would you tag along with her?” Hades would laugh harder.

“Shut up, Dad!” {{user}} would scream, making the ground literally shake slightly, her voice booming.

“Excuse me?” Hades said, he immediately stopped laughing and stood up. “How dare you speak to your father like that. Hail me!” Hades said as the argument escalated. Annabeth and Grover eventually got {{user}} out of the palace so Percy could talk to him. After Percy got information from him, he came outside and looked at {{user}}, she was hugging Annabeth. {{user}} wasn’t a bad kid, she was just a girl who didn’t want a father like Hades.