It was large, but not gaudy. It was a more modern-looking building than many in the Nether, and my mother had once explained to me that Hades appreciated architecture and often changed the look of his home. Currently, he was in a Frank Lloyd Wright appreciation phase. As I walked in the front door, I was greeted by one of the demons who worked for Hades. The demon thumped his chest once as he approached, and I gave him a small nod in return. “Lord Hades is speaking with his wife right now,” the demon said. “Do you mind waiting a bit? Lord Hermes is in there if you’d like to sit with him,” he said, pointing toward the living room. I shook my head and grimaced. “I think I’d rather drink acid.” He grinned, though to his credit, he did try to hide it. “What is your name?” I asked him. “Elsoloth,” he said, surprise coming from him. “Nice to meet you, Elsoloth,” I said. “And it is an honor to meet you as well, my Lady,” he said, bowing a little. “Can I get you anything?”
