CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Hades knew where Hephaestus was these days. He was one of a few gods who did. On the other hand, he hated where the God lived, in the deep, dark South American jungle.
“Crap,” he said to himself as he moved through the trees. Hades was trying to be extremely careful, as everyone knew and agreed on one simple truth. The southern gods were completely insane, brutal, vicious, and hated intruders. Everyone knew the story of what happened to poor Hera when she came here looking for Zeus when she thought he was hiding from her. He shuddered to even think about it as he walked through the thick trees.
He stopped when he heard a shrill shriek cut through the air. “So much for stealth,” he said to himself and braced for the welcome party to arrive. It didn’t take long before
