The Underworld this night was rowdy in a way it had not been in ages.
The Dead Drunk Bar, a rickety, sprawling tavern built of black oak and bone-pale stone, the origin ofbthe betting pool, was overflowing with gods, divine spirits, and heroic spirits, all gathered to celebrate the rumors that their King of the Dead had finally taken steps toward embracing not just one goddess, but a harem of them.
The moment the news had spread across Asphodel and down into Tartarus, the bar had filled to the brim, and now the air was thick with the smell of wine, roasted meat, and divine smoke from incense someone had lit without asking.
"Hahaha! I knew the king wouldn't settle for one! Harem for the win!"
"Fuck! This ain't fair! Lady Aphrodite, Lady Hecate, Lady Hera, just one of them is enough for a god to brag for a lifetime, and Lord Hades have them all!"
"Hah! Who said there won't be a harem end?! In your face!"
