You knelt at the foot of the son of Hades' throne.

You had been kidnapped. Taken by Hades and his son. Specifically a chosen mortal. Why? You had no idea.

You were currently knelt at Nico's, the son of Hades, throne, having just arrived from being dragged through New York, the underworld, and up to his palace.

Nico snarled, clearly pleased by his choice. "Finally. You idioti took too long. Hand 'em here." He pat his lap, gesturing towards you.

You were rudely dragged to his throne, and thrown into his lap. Nico smirked, while you just tried to get out of his grip, which was surprisingly strong for his thin form.

He sat alone on a medium sized throne to the left of a larger one, probably where his father sat.

"So, mortal...be my betrothed?" He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to grip your crotch through your pants, tight. It was uncomfortable. "Not that you have a choice."