#eclipticis

Bold is what he would describe this Saint. Or the man could be aware but a fool—which Hades believes to be common among all mortals, Saint or Specter. A frown tugged at the Underworld King's lips. Hades closed his eyes as allowed the silence to permeate between them, his hands folded in front of him. The Saint isn't wrong, some archives are incredibly sacred—yet Hades must ask himself: sacred to whom? What archives, exactly? The some of the words of various deities have spilled from pen to ink and paper and yet... ❝Humans like to disregard what is sacred for the sake of their own narratives and beliefs, Saint. No historical document is truly sacred to you. ❞

At first, he remained in silence, trying to read and get a feel for this unique cosmos energy. Something he has only ever picked up from, a very select few individuals. He wasn't intimidated by it, especially because both currently found themselves, in a place where fights wouldn't take place in. But it didn't mean he would lower his guard completely.

His eyes remained shut, as he juggled in his slender arms a pretty sizeable scroll. "Would you mind elaborating on it? Because I have a feeling, both of us may have different definitions for that term. A handful of manuscripts comes to my mind, that hold that precise value." His voice is ever so soft-spoken while carrying a neutral tone with it.

so angy. get back here pussy

i die

  — ⊰ ❛☪ ⊱    ❝ What is it that you want this time, creature? ❞    was the King’s exasperated response. He seemed tired, almost giving into her demand, honestly. He pretended that she didn’t ask when he’d let her go and instead treated it as if she wanted his attention for something else. Like hunger. She gets hungry, right? Hades wasn’t even aware of what kind of things her species would eat. Food mortals eat, no?

💘┇Her brows furrowed at his tone and language. He knew exactly what she was, there were other nymphs that dwelt here, she was just not one of them. Was that why he hated her? Because she wasn’t like them or like him? Nadia let out a long sigh then leaned her head against the palm of her head.

❝ You’ve heard my request many times now, are you going to let me go? If not can you at least give me a task to do? I’m bored here, surely there can be something for me to do to entertain myself with than just this little pond. ❞

Cassandra met Hades on her way to the Patients yard, which was not an unusual sight, if it weren’t for some nasty bruises on her skin.

Earlier on, she had run into a patrol of simple soldiers on her way back to her quarters and she had been picked on - she had supposed it would be a sort of normal reaction, considering she was not actually part of Hades’ army, but an external presence and something foreign for at leadt most part of the Underworld dwellers.

She had managed to get out alive - still, not being a fighter did show up its results and she had received more damage than expected. Also, being in an overall gloomy mood had not helped much

She lowered her gaze, not wanting to look at the god. She made up a weak excuse. “I just fell down, My Lord, nothing to worry about.” As the god lifted up her chin to examine her, she felt scared for a moment, before resigning herself and letting Hades look at her injuries.

(’: depends on if they aren’t chickenshit lol