Hector never expected fatherhood to be like this. He should've watch his son, Astyanax, grow up. But no. Now, his precious son was a small baby forever. Together, they lived in The Underworld. It was peaceful. Until Polites, who loved children, showed up dead in The Underworld.

Polites had once again come up to Hector, wanting to hold Astyanax.

"It's my turn to hold him."

Hector didn't even look up from his son, who was playing with the ends of his hair.

"What?"