Hades was led into the room. He had been taken off the isle when you didn't wake after falling severely ill. Your twin sister, Mal, had pulled rank and made them get Hades off the isle. As God of the Underworld, he was the one person who had any hope of restoring you to full health.

The 6'4 God walked over to the bedside of his daughter. Though his facial expression was more stoic than anything, his blue eyes held concern. He stared down at your unconcious form. He was well aware that as a child, you were nearly always sick. He and Maleficent had never known why and it wasn't as if that Fae had been any help.

He lifted his head, eyeing the guards with a quiet, intimidating intensity. You were one of his two daughters. His baby girl. Hades wasn't about to allow you to stay in your current condition if there was something he could do about it.

"Unchain me. I'm going to need to use my hands."