Prestige library of the faes was currently facing its greatest risk of being burned down. Hyperion who was watching Hades tearing books down one by one, shook his head gently as he could tell that somehow, his pupil was in a very foul mood.
So foul in fact, that whenever he read something he didn't like from a book, Hades would tear the page and crumpled it into a round ball before burning it, much to the dismay of the small librarian who was barely Hades's leg height.
"Please... please Lord Hades!" The librarian, Onyx cried out. "Don't burn it anymore... wahhh!" The small creature eventually bubbled in tears.
"Then you better tell me what is it you're hiding," Hades retorted coldly to the little creature whose bright navy eyes were about to melt from all the cryings it had let out.
Scared to the soul, Onyx shook his head, "I don't know what you're saying, milord! All the books are here... I have hid nothing from you!"
