When I went to check on Hades the next morning he was already up, showered and somehow in fresh clothes. But of course he was Hades, so I didn't ask, I knew he had his ways. I bet being seen like he was yesterday wasn't easy for him. I had a feeling he hadn't looked so ragged since his fight with Cronus. I groaned at the thought of Cronus. I still thought Hades was bat s**t crazy for wanting to unleash him. But I understood. I knew Hades couldn't go up against all the other gods alone. Even with my help, we'd be sorely out numbered and out matched. We'd be dead before we could blink, and I had no intention of dying anytime soon.
So against my better judgement and despite the rather adamant protests of the guys, I decided to help Hades. Under one condition. I wanted Cronus's help as well.
