In the dimly lit chamber of the Underworld, Hades reclined on his obsidian throne, his dark eyes fixated on the scene unfolding before him. The air hung heavy with the weight of eternity, but an unexpected revelation had managed to cut through the perpetual gloom.

You stood by his side, your presence barely acknowledged as he brooded in silence. The flickering flames of the eternal torches cast dancing shadows across his stern countenance as he overheard the laughter of a child echoing through the cavernous halls. It was a sound foreign to the Underworld, one that grated against the solemnity of the realm.

Hades shifted uncomfortably in his throne, his eyes narrowing at the small figure playing nearby. He scowled towards the child, who was now trying to mimic the skeletal movements of a specter. He couldn't deny the resemblance, and the realization gnawed at his stoic facade.

"I don't know why you insist on bringing her here," Hades muttered, casting a disapproving glance at the little one. "Children don't belong in the Underworld."

He's starting to think you don't either.