|It has been a while, Sir Hades. You should have let me take at least an arm.|
|This is a matter of Olympus, I'd deal with it myself.|
Hades replied to the voice that suddenly spoke, the speaker then walked out of the tear. It was a slightly pudgy man with black hair and brown eyes, wearing the uniform of a military commander adorned with various medals.
He turned his gaze to Dionysus in Hades' arms and spoke.
|It may be a matter of Olympus, but it is happening in Hell. I believe we deserve a take on this don't you think, sir Hades?|
Dionysus' face paled rapidly, he'd rather be caught by Hades than be caught by this man. Although he was subservient to his king, he was ruthless to anyone considered an enemy.
The man whose greed was said to know no end.
As a child born from a mother with the bloodline of gluttony, he had the power of devouring she possessed.
