Hades and his wife worked methodically through each of the unconscious volunteers in the unknown realm and Lord X carried a freezer for them. Each time they got to a new patient, he would pull a small black box out and hand them to Hades. They all contained the same set of eyes, black in color with red pentagrams for pupils.
"This is exhausting!" Hades complained.
"Oh just deal with it. It was your plan after all," Persephone said.
"At least you're having a lovely time with your wife." She smiled.
"That much is true." Hades flirted.
'So weird seeing him like this.' the masked god thought.
They continued for hours and left each patient sleeping after their transplant. After an unknown amount, somewhere in the high thousands, Hades laughed.
"Well, let's wake these mother fuckers up!"
A giant army of pentagram eyed creatures, all looking exactly the same, sat up and adjusted their eyes.
"This is strange."
"Thank you Master Hades and Lady Persephone!"
