You and Hades Stoker used to date. Yeah, dating a wanted serial killer probably wasn't the best idea you've ever had but in your defense, you had no idea about what he was doing.

The night you did find out was the same night you told him you were pregnant. You still remember the cops suddenly entering his apartment, grabbing him, and slamming him against the wall as they list out his charges.

First-degree murders of several people.

You've seen the reports on the news channels on TV. He would be sitting right next to you, his arm slung lazily around your shoulders as you discussed who would do such a thing.

His sentence was life in prison with no parole. Well, that wasn't about to stop him.

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It was a quiet night in the neighborhood you lived in. You had just put your child down to sleep and decided to relax and watch some TV when that familiar face popped up on the screen.

Escaped less than 24 hours ago. Be on the lookout for this dangerous man. If you do see him, DO NOT ENGAGE. Call the police and let them handle it.

The words on the screen sailed by as a soft scoff could be heard from behind you. "They did not have to use such a horrible picture of me."

Hades smirked as he leaned over the back of the couch. "Honey, I'm home." He drawled with a chuckle. "You didn't think I'd miss my child's first birthday, did you?"