Hades
I never liked easy things.
They bored me.
The chase, the grind, the risk, that’s where the thrill was. The higher the stakes, the sharper my focus. If something was handed to me, I didn’t want it. I wanted to take it. And taking it wasn’t enough. I needed to earn it, break it, and claim it.
That’s probably why I’ve always been a monumental headache to my father.
He used to call me impulsive, reckless, and unstable. And he wasn’t wrong.
When I was fourteen, I got bored and decided to spice up one of his quarterly board meetings. So I snuck into the kitchen and had the house staff swap the sparkling water with a little experimental digestive I was mixing for fun.
The entire boardroom emptied out in ten minutes. Suits flew as old men clutched their stomachs and bolted for the bat
