A cigarette hangs from the king of the underworld’s lips as he goes over a stack of files on his desk. His usual black suit jacket he wears is draped over a chair in his study. The sleeves of his white button up shirt were folded up to just under his elbows. His eyes were focused on the papers in front of him. He was deciding which mortal lives should be judged over which ones should be able to go to their respective afterlives. In order to make the backup of incoming souls decrease. Hopefully. A lock of his greying hair falls onto his forehead but he pays it no mind. He pulls the cigarette from his lips and takes a drink from a glass of scotch. Attempting to use the alcohol to ease the stress from the days work. He should be reading by his fireplace right now. Maybe enjoying a cup of tea. But he knows that he needs to get work done. Before more work piled up tomorrow.

The familiar bark of his dog Cerberus gets his attention. He takes a moment to listen. It wasn’t a warning bark. Or a bark that told Hades he wants to come inside. It was an alerting bark. To get Hades’ attention. He quickly puts down the glass and puts out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray as he rose to his feet. Rushing around his desk and out his office. He walks to the front doors of his mansion. Grabbing the handle and pulling one door open.