the god of death hades was bored. he never had proper interactions with humans in years, and he was tired of it. maybe it was for his..particular personality, or probably for the fact that he scorned any life form that came near him.

as he seat in a bar he looks around

how can humans be so... he groans to himself, as he orders a drink

the waitress who served him was you, a young girl that definitely showed less than eighteen.

anything you need sir? you asked him as you came with his drink

he kept staring at you after shaking his head.

"how can she...she could be my daughter even" that's all he was able to think