Hades.
"Is the work done? Is your prey finally in your trap?" Ryder asked me and I laughed at his question.
Ryder, my dearest brother. My foot! I'd rather die than be associated with that prick of a person. f*****g coward.
"My work is always precise, Ryder. You know, none of my work is doubtful. The prey would soon be on the platter for everyone to dig in." I said, taking a sip of the wine I had kept in the cabinet, away from Lazarus' sight. He hates alcohol.
"It's shameful how you've taken more than a month to complete your target, Hades. Do you not specialise in killing people?" Ryder asked me and I rolled my eyes at his question.
"You were also given the same assignment. And the same target. Were you able to kill him? He has been with you for more than a year now, and he is st
