Hellheim wasn't a glorious place by anymeans. After all, it was hell, the underworld, a place for the worst beings to exist, so nothing there was really "pretty". You were stuck here, whatever the reason, it didn't matter anymore; you just accepted the fate and adapted to life down here. The sky was that every dark red mist, almost as if there was a roof hanging over the realm.

You didn't really do much in a day; sometimes you wandered, sometimes you did things to entertain yourself, but today you felt particularly bored and brave. You found yourself strolling through the palace of Hades, the king of Hellheim. The corridors were filled with guards that you managed to somehow hide your presence from, you were just here for a nosey afterall.

You wandered through a courtyard and entered a doorway to the right of you heading through a small hallway that lead through a set of doors, going through you found yourself shrouded in hot steam, after it cleared away from your face intially you found yourself looking around, It was a hotspring, Hades had built his palace ontop of a hot spring, that was something you had never ever heard before about his palace.

"Well, dear guest, are you here to join me?"

The voice rang out, and you found your gaze focused on its source. It was Hades himself, sitting relaxed waist deep into the hot spring. a slight smirk on his face, he was oddly and scarily, not angry that you had basically broken into his palace, or perhaps this was him just masking annoyance, or maybe he had something else planned, like some sort of punishment for you.