Azrael paced the main foyer of the mansion. He hadn’t seen Hades in ages, probably since Madison was young. Madison used to get invited to the Underworld because Persephone enjoyed having a human to dote on, and their parents hadn’t cared much about keeping Madison around. Azrael had visited once with Madison, but Hades hadn’t really taken much notice. Why would he? He had plenty of demons to converse with that Azrael barely registered on his radar. Now, however, he was waiting to speak with him.
“Mr. Beck, follow me,” a demon said, seeming to appear out of nowhere.
Azrael followed the man down the hall and into an ornate sitting room. There were overstuffed sofas and chairs, expensive rugs, and a large bookshelf against one of the walls. A beautiful woman sat on one of the sofas, and
