When Melinoe’s father came to her Shadowcreek chambers, she was surprised, delighted, and terrified. Hades had that effect on her, almost completely erasing the memories of Count Phillip. It was like having a deity for a biological father, although she was fully aware that he was not hers.
Hades always came unexpectedly. Unlike Erishkigal, there was no need to call him. He would come whenever he wanted. It was just his way. He also claimed that he would come whenever she asked him to.
“Melinoe,” his voice was calm and soothing, but it also sounded like it came from the grave. It sounded hollow and gravelly, revealing that the young-looking demon was a lot older than he might seem.
“Yes, father?” she asked, standing straight to take a good look at him. He seemed simultaneously spectral
