Hades POV
Olive and Twist and Strips, the bane of my existence. I had heard many demons and demigods running in and out of this run-down shack. The strippers were somewhat appealing if you were into that sort of thing. I’ve never been one to enjoy watching a naked woman dancing on a pole, in public. Why the hell would you want to watch that and have a permanent set of blue balls in the club is beyond me.
The only reason I was here was because The Helm of Darkness was indeed missing. Someone swapped a fake in my trophy room which now must be redone. Fire exploded from my body when I realized someone had broke in. This caused me sending some demons into a fiery crisp. The smell is what bothers me, the burned flesh and hair. That smell will never leave my nostrils and I’ll have to resurrec
