Hades' weary eyes bored into the three gods assembled before him, their presence heavy with unspoken urgency. The very fact that Zeus had summoned him like this signalled that something significant had happened.
Next to him stood Poseidon and Athena, two deities who rarely shared the same space unless dire circumstances demanded it. Those two are famous for having a fight whenever they're close, especially over one particular woman.
"You look tired, dear brother," Zeus remarked, a hint of mockery lacing his words, his usual bravado on full display.
"Try ruling the Underworld," Hades replied nonchalantly, his voice a deep, resonant murmur that echoed in the tense air.
Athena's gaze lingered on Hades, a shiver of unease creeping up her spine. There was something unsettling about him, a reminder of the shadows that clung to his very essence.
