AN: I'm so sorry for my lack of updates these days. Work and School have been a pain. Way too tired everyday. I'll try to update as much as I can, but I can't promise anything.
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The shadows shifted like quiet waves across the marbled floor of Hades' floating fortress.
The Lord of the Underworld sat on his throne of obsidian and gold, a cold glimmer in his eyes as his fingers gently traced the armrest.
His mind churned like the rivers of his domain.
Too many questions. Too many uncertainties. And too few answers.
If only Gaia wasn't being such a bitch, he could've done this all by himself.
He sighed, a single word slipped from his lips, like a whisper of inevitability.
"Hecate."
Purple mist gathered before the throne.
It swirled, graceful and silent, before condensing into the tall, robed form of Hecate.
Her eyes glowed faintly violet beneath the hood, three shimmering keys floating around her like orbiting moons.
She bowed, her movements sharp and respectful.
