The descent from Olympus was steeped in silence.
The halls behind them still rang with Zeus's fury, but none dared follow.
Purple mist curled around Hades's form as he led the group away, each footstep heavy with absolute pride and confidence.
When at last they returned to the dark expanse of the Underworld, the gates sealed behind them, cutting off the overworld's light.
The air was cooler here, filled with the faint hum of spirits drifting through the ether.
Hades lead them to his castle, before halting at the entrance gate, his cold gaze lingering briefly on Thetis.
"You are under my protection now," he said, voice like carved obsidian. "None shall touch you here. You can live as you please."
Thetis bowed deeply, gratitude in her eyes.
"I still have matters to attend to." Hades turned towards the goddess of magic, "Hecate, accommodate them. Tell them all the laws and structure of my realm."
"Yes, my king." Hecate bowed.
