Ch. 96: Oh? Now I'm A Soul Reaper
I stopped in the middle of the deserted street, surveying my surroundings carefully. It was past midnight, the streets illuminated only by sporadic streetlights that flickered like a bad omen. The rain, which had started as a drizzle, was now steadily picking up pace. I had no plan beyond finding Talos, and Hermes had whisked me here on such short notice that I hadn't booked a hotel. Sleeping on the streets wasn't an option, especially not for me— Hades, Lord of the Underworld. But here I was, soaked and wandering aimlessly in a city that barely knew me.
They did know me not in the way that would be accomodating.
I wanted to see Talos badly, though not in a way that might come across as desperate. But, I had to admit to myself with a reluctant sigh, "By the gods, I am so lost. Hopelessly lost."
