Underworld. Hades' Office.
The God of Underworld was quietly signing the last page of a report when the air in his office suddenly warped.
Dark mist curled across the floor like living shadows, swallowing the light, before blooming into a tall, elegant figure.
Nyx.
She looked radiant, her hair shimmering like the night sky, her lips curved in a knowing smile.
"Hello, Hades," she said, her voice a low melody as she glided to the couch and sat with effortless grace.
Hades set his pen down, leaning back slightly in his chair.
"Nyx," he said evenly. "You're early. I thought nightfall wasn't for another hour. Why are you here."
Nyx tilted her head, feigning hurt.
"What, I can't visit the Lord of the Underworld in his office? Or…" she smiled wickedly, "do you not want me here?"
Hades gave her a flat look. "If I didn't, you wouldn't have made it through the door."
