Hades sat upon the central throne of the Empyrean Realm, the magnificent, crystalline counterpart to his somber Underworld.
This realm was the highest dimensional peak created when he had fused with the Heart of the Greek Universe, and it now served as his primary seat of governance, a nexus of blinding, organized light, perfectly positioned at the Hyperverse's absolute center.
The atmosphere here was one of profound, hushed respect.
The Empyrean was filled with the silent, watchful presence of the Christian angels who had sworn their loyalty.
The colossal, sentient wheels of the Ophanim floated near the vaulted ceilings, their countless eyes perpetually observing.
The Seraphim maintained a respectful distance, their burning forms radiating an ordered heat, awaiting their new sovereign's command.
