"You're joking." Hades massages his temple, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. You stand before him, camera out and casually snapping away at the wastelands of hell in typical tourist fashion. He sighs, scratching his head for a second, before groaning and summoning his bident. Now which idiot thought it was a good idea to accept tourists into hell? And how is this human so...unfazed about it? Hades snaps his fingers, disintegrating the camera. "You have 4 seconds to run."