A voice echoed across the vast marble halls of the Hades domain, reverberating through obsidian walls of his fortress and gardens blooming with fire and mint.
"You idiot!"
The source was unmistakable.
In the middle of Hades' private garden — where glowing pomegranate trees floated in the air and ghostly koi swam through streams of liquid shadow — Erebus had his face planted into the soil, his legs twitching pitifully.
Nyx, goddess of primordial night, stood over him, repeatedly stomping her foot on his head, her shadows flaring with every movement.
"You let it get away!? Do you have any idea what you've done!?"
STOMP!
"Do you think this is some game, Erebus!?"
STOMP!
STOMP!
Erebus muffled something, his voice buried under several inches of divine dirt.
Off to the side, Hades watched silently, arms crossed, sipping from a crystal cup of underworld wine.
