Hades slammed the door of his bedroom, the loud bang rattled the entire frame and echoed down the hall. He pulled off his tie and shrugged off his jacket before tearing his shirt off his back. He flexed his head from side to side, the tightness within the muscles pissing him off immensely. This was a disgrace. He was the god of the Underworld, he should have been exempted from muscle pain.
It was especially cold in the Underworld tonight when only twenty minutes ago it had been comfortably warm. The shades he governed over must be wondering what had happened. Hades had no illusions that he was the cause and root of it being the case.
After all, every single thing about him affected his realm in the most tangible of ways. Angry? The flames of the Phlegethon and the wailing in Tartarus we
