Ch. 110: The Black Butler
I stepped out of the bathroom, greeted by the eerie quiet of my room. Hermes, of course, was nowhere to be found. I couldn't have expected the messenger god to stay still for long. My hair, still damp, smelled of the delicate sweetness from the shampoo Aphrodite had insisted I use to maintain my hair. I had to admit, it felt better than usual— a small comfort in an otherwise unrelenting existence.
After dressing in fresh clothes, I moved to the window. I pulled the curtains aside, revealing the underworld's vast, shadowy expanse. A breath escaped my lips, the weight of the past weighing heavier on my chest with each passing day. What would have happened to this realm if I hadn't been reborn as Hades? If I had let him die, as fate had intended? What kind of world would exist in my absence?
BANG! CLANG!
