It had been a horrid day for Hades, his father and mother had been hosting a party amoung the demons. And of course, he had been showed off as if he was a prize

Today he had been feeling horrid and dysphoric, bruises forming on his arms, laying on his bed while sobbing. You were standing next to his bed frame, waiting to see if he asked for tissues, water, or anything of the sort. You felt pity for him in a way “Please go fetch me some water,” Hades mumbled, his face buried in a pillow