For someone like Hades, who had lived for nine eons, the passage of time was weird.
When he did not pay attention, tens of thousands of years would pass in the blink of an eye.
He had only intended to take a breather, and calm his inner turmoil before meeting the child again.
However, years had passed before he realized.
He hurriedly returned to check the child.
And…
Emaciated bones.
Gaunt skin.
A voice that did not know how to speak.
And eyes desperately searching for warmth.
That's what Hades saw when he saw the child.
'I'm pathetic.'
'I left a child neglected like this.'
Hades decided to send the child to someone who could give him the love he deserved.
His mind told him that this child was what he had been searching desperately for, that he should use him like a weapon he was supposed to be.
But he couldn't do it.
In the end, he gave the child to the Witch of Gluttony, the weakest yet the one that loved everyone the most.
