It seemed like only just yesterday that Zeus gave him the worse day of his eternal life. One small mistake that wasn’t even Hades fault to begin with lead to his own brother cursing his wife, Persephone, to become moral and to be reborn along them. Moral, only until she is found. Ten thousand years later and that day keeps playing in his mind like a movie. Since then, Hades has searched far and wide to find her, without a shed of information about where she would be born or even what time period it could be. It seemed like an impossible task to handle but the God of Death wasn’t ready to give up, even though he grew weaker with every year he was away from his kingdom down below. He couldn’t prepare himself for the idea of never holding her in his arms again, never having the light that made him feel whole once more. For years, he has been changing his identity. For the last twenty-three years, he has been going by the name of Killian Jones, a computer hacker from London. So far, it’s been his favourite role to play but the real task was to find his wife, whatever or whoever she may be. The male sighed, waiting for his order to be called out from the Starbucks counter. His next stop on his search was New York City, a city that one of his demigod children helped to find. It was one his favourite places to be, not just because Mount Olympus happened to be at the top of the Empire State building. Hades could hear a thunder in the distance, although it was a bright and sunny day. He cursed his brother under his breathe in his native language, heading to the front of the counter when his order was called out. Killian reached for it when somebody else took it from the countertop, confused he looked over to see a female with the cup in her hand. “ Sorry, m’lady but I believe that’s my drink. “ He spoke with a heavy accent, even though he can switch to an American accent with ease but this happened to be his favourite. “ I’m going to kindly ask for it back. “
