Wayne felt a knot twist in his gut.
Was he seriously crying? The king of hell, the warden of the gates, Hades himself, an immortal undying god?
Hades raised his head up, his eyes red with tears flowing like a river, slime running down his nose to his mouth.
He dabbed at it, squaring his shoulders and taking on the voice of a second party: "If Aphrodite doesn't love you, someone else would. You may be strange and awful, but someone will someday appreciate you for who you are."
Hold up, weren't they like family? She was his sister. Was he in love with his sister? He guessed they did not recognize family ties among themselves.
Wayne felt embarrassed on his behalf. How could the mighty Hades be this downtrodden? He was wailing alone and whining to himself in front of his hounds. How path
