“Basille, my husband! The goddess…she….” Kysenia had fled to find Basille.
Basille looked up with a bored expression. “Calm down and address me properly woman.”
Kysenia paused and swallowed hard, bowing her back in a low curtsey. “My Lord…I apologise.”
“Hmm, go ahead.” Basille said as he sat back into a large leather chair behind his desk.
“The demi-goddess…she came to while I was healing her and she threatened me.”
Basille looked amused. “Really? She still has enough energy to threaten you? Interesting…what did she say?”
“She said I would deal with her in the Underworld…that she is a Soul Reaper...that’s Hades! She must be something to do with Hades…”
“Hmm. Don’t panic…I won’t let you die, you know that…unless you let me die, you won’t die any time soon…and as for Hades….he has no
