Hades POV
“Alright, men, let’s get down to business,” I spoke as I poured myself a glass of scotch. The dinner went well, and Gwen wasn’t as terrified of me as she was the past few days. I felt relaxed and was able to enjoy the company of others rather than wallow in self-loathing.
“Right,” Niko spoke, rubbing his brow. He had been staying away from Gwen as requested; hell, demand is more like it; but I still didn’t trust the little bastard. She saw him as a friend, and I had to respect that eventually. Once she was officially mine and bonded to me, then she could have him as a friend. Maybe. “As far as I could tell from the torture demons, John Oliver never used the Helm. After some research, I realized no human could wear the Helm without becoming completely dark and eventually dying b
