The scratching of Hades' quill echoed dully in the cavernous silence of his office.
Mountains of parchment leaned precariously on either side of his desk, each scroll sealed with the names of petitioners.
He muttered as he worked through them, crimson eyes flicking over the neat script.
"Naiads… Cocytus River is really cold Lord Hades, we humbly request for permission to add more hot springs. Our morale is low due to cold."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, already picturing yet another council of minor spirits complaining about space.
"Charon… Lord Hades, your humble servant has been overworked lately. I humbly request for more workers, or at least, a few more boats."
Hades considered it for a moment. The overworld has yet to recover from the devastation brought by the entity, and the souls who passed away has yet to be fully settled.
It is normal for Charon to require more workers or boats.
"Very well." He signed it.
His hand drifted to the next stack.
