I'm obsessed with the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and Hades is my favorite god, which is rather strange which is what I got this idea from. I also think Hades is very misjudged because in the book series he's basically the best parent, like he seems to be the only one who gives a shit about his kids. Anyways Im not exactly sure how long this is gonna be but I hope you all enjoy.

Logan was not sure when the mortal had gained his romantic attention, but he did know that he had never felt this way about anyone none less a mortal in more than a millennium. He did know when he first realized the little one though, he was in his work room, going through his fountain of souls too organize and put into their rightful place, picking through their history and thoughts to see if they deserved paradise or pain, when he came across a young soul, which always made him feel sad though he hardly said as much, he was about to put her right into paradise, because really what could a five year do wrong? When he got a sense of her thoughts, they were relaxed, unlike most that came through his fountain, most were afraid or angry or in pain, since they still held the essence of their death until they got through to the other side.

Of course he had the occasional relaxed soul, an old man who died peacefully in his bed, someone who had chosen their own death. But children were hardly relaxed most were panicked, drowned in a swimming pool, fell from a height, choked on some toy, and if not they were afraid. Curiosity got the best of him, as it sometimes did when it came to his dead; he reached inside her mind gently, and swiftly entered it just as smoothly.

He then entered the little girl's last memory before death,

He saw inside a hospital room, the little girl was in bed, hooked up onto a dozen machines, trying to keep her alive, but it was not helping, Logan knew death and the little girl was about to die. Her skin was dead white against her black hair that was spread out onto a pink pillow, her eyes were mostly closed as where her lips but she was taking deep gasping breathes.

Her room was mostly bare, no multitude of flowers or cards or stuffed animals that he had heard mortals got at their death bed in the hospital, there was no family, and the only one in the room with her was a boy about fifteen, almost sixteen. He was tall and thin with beautiful green eyes and golden hair that reminded him of his nephew Apollo's sun. He had tears running down his pale cheeks and his lips were softly trembling, he clutched one of the little girls polished hands in both of his. Then the little girl said something that almost shocked him dead,

"Tell me about the Underworld again Kendall," the little girl pleated. Logan's eyes widened, he hardly ever saw anyone in the last millennium who still believed in the Underworld, the afterlife was always called Heaven to them, or Hell.

"I've already told you Mindy," Kendall whispered. "Just rest."

"We both know I'm going to die," the girl called Mindy whispered. "I want to know what I'm getting myself into,"

"I don't want to…I was wrong to shove my beliefs on you," Kendall whispered, he looked nervously at the door to make sure no one was coming.

"But I think your beliefs have turned to my beliefs now," Mindy whispered. "Please?"

Kendall took a deep shaky breath, "The Underworld is ruled by the great god of death, or so called god of the underworld, Hades," Logan half smiled, he had been not been called Hades in years, not since Zeus…uh James, had ruled that they all take mortal names. He had been missed being called by his god name, though Logan was not that bad.

"Tell me about Hades," Mindy insisted. "Is he really as bad as they say?" Logan rolled his eyes, he wasn't as bad as they said, he was as bad as James said.

"I don't believe so," Kendall smiled. "Hades is a great god, who got banished out of Olympus by his brother Zeus, and he might have a thing for grudges but Hades is just as the other gods except better because while the other gods affect you during life which are only a few decades Hades affects you in death, which is forever."

"But what does Hades do when you go to the Underworld?" Mindy asked.

"Well, if the legends are true, you go to his fountain, and every day he goes through that fountain and decides whether you deserve to suffer by his minions for the rest of eternity or if you deserve paradise, people have said that Hades likes to see people suffer and enjoys inflicting punishment, but this is not true, Hades in a way, is kinder than the other gods, farrier, because he doesn't allow status or money to affect his decisions as most mortals usually do. He takes his time to create a special paradise for each and every one on of us, he takes care of us. He is the keeper of the dead, and rightly so." Kendall ran his hands threw the little girls hair. "Hades will take care of you Mindy; he'll make you a princess in your own paradise,"

"Will my parents be there?" Mindy whispered. Her breathes were coming weaker now, she was slipping, her voice barely audible

"He'll make sure you find each other," Kendall whispered, tears running down his cheeks faster, as the little girl began to slip away more and more. "Until then you'll be in the paradise he's created for you,"

"Will there be a pink castle?" she wondered.

"Yes,"

"Will there be unicorns?"

"Of course,"

"Will there be...a sea to swim in, were I can breathe under water."

"Whatever you want,"

"Will there be cotton candy and the other things the ladies at the orphanage never allowed me to eat?" the little girl whispered. Logan felt an odd sensation in his eyes, tears he knew, but he hadn't cried in….had he ever cried before? He knew it was possible for gods to cry, Carlos cried in anger all the time when people hurt his beloved seas, but he wasn't sure if he had ever cried before.

"Whatever you let Lord Hades know you want," Kendall insisted. The image started to shimmer, white around the edges, Kendall seemed to sparkle, and Logan knew the little girl was about to die.

"I hope he knows…I'll be happy," Mindy whispered.

"I'm sure he will," Kendall whispered, lips trembling.

"He seems like a good person…I mean god." And that was the last thing she ever said, her little lavender eyes fluttered closed, never to open again, her last breath came like the wind, and she was still.

"He is," Kendall whispered, and then began to cry over the little girl's chest as her machines went crazy.

When Logan had been focused back into his realm he made sure that Mindy Gabrielle Martello got everything that she had ever wanted, it only took two seconds, as it always did, but he went out of his way to also give her a golden tiara embroidered in pink and set it a top her black waves as she entered her sparkling, brightly colored paradise palace. Logan had finished the rest of the fountain in silence, giving little extras in advance, things that would usually appear by themselves in time, but he sped up the process, especially for little Mindy Martello, who found her parents in her pink unicorn castle.

But ever since then, he hadn't been able to fish the sparkling blonde out of his mind, he wouldn't let himself spy on the blonde, because that would just make his infatuation worse. His so called black heart pounded whenever he thought of the blonde, who believed not only of him, but also believed that he was good.

Logan wasn't a particularly bad person, especially for someone who was supposed to the lord of the dead, though he was true that he had a thing for holding grudges, because even though he loved his brother James, he had been holding a grudge against him for a couple of millenniums, even though he had forgiven him, more or less.

But because of James, no one had ever thought he was good, why did death just have to go with bad? Logan was a good Lord of the Dead, he took care of his dead, gave them what was coming to them, it wasn't his fault that some of them deserved punishment for doing evil things and ruining the lives of other people. Like that Hitler fellow, he was destined to torture by his Furies for all eternity. And when they were busy attending something else, his hellhounds or some other creature took care of it.

For all he knew people just didn't like him because he had awesome minions and creatures to do his bidding.

Kendall was the only person who saw what he did, he knew there were still people who believed in the gods in the world, but none of them saw him in his true light, they all sided with Zeus…um James. James didn't go on about it now after a few millenniums, but Logan knew he was pleased he was still on the winning side with their people.

Kendall had said he was good, Kendall had said he was better than any of his brothers or nephews or nieces, better than Zeus, better than Athena, better than that Aphrodite, better than Ares, oh how he couldn't wait to stuff that in Ares…uh Jett's face the next time he saw him, they might be the god of this or that, but in the end, Logan controlled all of them.

It was October, two days before Kendall's sixteenth birthday when he finally left his realm after a slow days' work and onto earth, he had been toying with the idea of making an approach on the blonde for some time now, he took his human form, average height, dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, killer body, pale skin, he wasn't sure why he left that day of all days, he had wanted to wait until Kendall was sixteen to make an advance, but two days sooner wouldn't do any harm. It may or may not have to do with someone annoying called Persephone…uh Peggy. She had just came back from Olympus a month or so before and she was already unbearable to deal with, he had wanted to be free of her and send her back to Demeter for thousands of years, but that would be admitting he was wrong, James would love something new to make fun of him about.

He made himself look slightly younger, about eighteen, and went up the high street, a few blocks away from Kendall's house in Minnesota. Before long be came across several children dressed up as fairies, vampires, Batman, and it took him a moment to realize what day it was October 31, or Halloween as the mortals called it. He frowned, this would make his quest slightly harder, but then again, he was a god.

So Logan went up the street once again, picking up the black hood of his sweatshirt to shield his face, he had done a little snooping that morning, he had to be honest, he had checked into the mortals home, his parents would be out at a party until late, his sister was going to a friend's house or something, and the blonde would be home all alone. Perfect.

It could have been his imagination but he swore he could feel the presence of his niece Aphrodite nearby, watching over him from the clouds above, curious in his advance. If he was able to go to Olympus without a summons he would be there right now, throttling her in her thrown, telling her to stay to her own business. Go back to her affair with Ares…who was her brother. Disgusting.

Stay to your business Josephine

I'm just curious, uncle.

Go to Ares before you get hurt

Or go to James,

Stay out of my business before I tell Hephaestus of your and Ares meeting in my Underworld entrance

You wouldn't dare tell Curt such a thing. It's taken us years to find a place he will not look or set traps.

Wouldn't I? I did enjoy laughing at your two in that net he trapped you in years ago. Sleeping with your own brother.

Curt is my brother too

He's my nephew, as you are my niece, so if I've done you a favor for a few centuries…why not him?

He felt her presence lift and he had a smirk which made his coldness famous on his face as he turned the final corner to the little ones house. The street was alive with children, of all ages, in all costumes, screeching in excitement of their delicious candy. He saw a little girl with black hair dressed in a pink princess outfit, and was immediately reminded of Mindy Martello, he sighed a sad sigh and looked away from her, her eyes were amber and she was tan, her hair was pine straight, she was, of course, not Mindy Martello, who had also said that he was good just like Kendall had said.

He stopped in front of the medium sized yellow house, with the brick porch and the green shrubs in the front, the front door had just closed, a liter of kids all dressed as monsters ran passed him, screeching about the full sized Hershey bars they had received at the house. Logan just stood there, the living rooms lavender curtains were open and he could see the blonde at the coach, a bowl of popcorn in his lap, watching a movie with another bowl of full sized Hershey bars next to him, the bowl decorated with ghouls and ghosts and witches that represented Aphrodite, he thought snidely, that would piss her off, she hated people making false insults on her looks.

He was about to go to the door when five princesses ran passed him to the door, all in different dresses, sparkling colors from royal blue to lime green, all kinds of hair colors, from white blonde, from blacker than his Underworld. He waited as they got their candy, he saw the blonde in the doorway, smiling sweetly, complementing their costumes, he wore a light green T-shirt and black skinny jeans, his hair sweeping into his green eyes, his laugh loud and dorky, and it made his heart pound.

When the little girls ran passed him, he looked down the street, no one else looked to be coming near the house. Logan walked up the brick lane, kicking aside a few pebbles. He was confident as he rang the doorbell. A moment later the door open, the blonde didn't offer him candy, he held the bowl at his hip, his arm wrapped around it, the first resting against his thigh. He looked Logan up and down, taking in his black sweatshirt, black combat boots, and dark skinny jeans. What could he saw? He kept up with the fashion.

"Well you're not a trick or treater," Kendall observed, half smiling.

"No," Logan agreed.

"What can I do for you stranger?" Kendall asked, leaning against the door frame, his height the same as Logan's.

"I came to see you," Logan told him.

Kendall looked at him, confused. "But I don't know you,"

"Yes," Logan disagreed. "You do know me. And I know you, Kendall Knight, my little one."

"How do I know you exactly?" Kendall asked.

"We've never met before now," Logan said. "But you know me, little believer."

"I'm a believer of what exactly?" Kendall asked.

"Of me," Logan said, growing impatient.

"And who are you?"

"Hades, God of the Underworld."

Kendall stared at him for a moment before grabbing him, shoving him inside the house, and slamming the door shut. He slapped Logan so hard across the face that the god almost lost his balance. Logan stared at him, real fire blazing in his eyes, but the blond didn't seem to notice.

"Listen here shorty I'm tired of you West Brook kids coming over here to my house, and making fun of my religion," Kendall snarled, finger pressing sharply into his chest, Logan started at him, his fire decreasing and trying to pay attention to what the hades was happening. "I don't go to your house and make fun of your god! So lay off mine before Zeus strikes you down with his lightning built and sends you down to Hades, you pilfering pig."

Logan stared at him. "I speak the truth, little one. I am Hades,"

Kendall stared right back at him, apparently he wasn't used to the West Brook kids staying after he had cussed them out. "Prove it!" Kendall said finally, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How?" Was all Logan asked.

Kendall thought. "Summon a hellhound,"

"A hellhound," Logan repeated, that sounded reasonable. For a moment he was worried he would have to make a crater in the street leading to the Underworld or summon some of his dead. A hellhound was perfectly easy, one of his oldest, Lysate has just had a whole litter, he would summon one of her young ones. "If you insist my little one, but don't be upset if she chews something up. Like your couch."

Logan put out a hand to his side, snapped his fingers, said something in Ancient Greek, and a baby hellhound appeared at his side. She looked like a German Shepard puppy, though she was completely black, and three feet tall. She growled at Kendall with her empty mouth, her teeth not have grown in yet but she calmed once she saw Logan, she whimpered and lay on her back, her plate sized paws in the air, Logan dropped to his knees and rubbed her belly. "Who's a good hellhound," Logan cooed. "You are! Who came when Lord Hades called you? You did! That's a good girl!" Logan kissed her wet nose as Kendall stared at the hellhound, his mouth wide open, his eyes bulging. "Good girl Nyssa, good girl! Your mamma is my one of my best hellhounds and you served her well, yes you did! She'll be happy, yes she will!"

Logan rose to his feet and snapped his fingers again, the hellhound disappeared. "Do you believe me now, Kendall Knight?"

Kendall was still staring at him, he dropped to his knees suddenly, tears in his eyes, he crawled until he was at level with Logan's waist and started whimpering out apologies. "Lord Hades! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to dishonor you."

Logan put a stop to this at once; no lover of his would be calling him master or lord, unless he commanded them too. "Rise, little one."

Kendall raised slowly, tears dripping down his face. "Lord Hades?"

"Please Kendall, do not call me lord or master or god or any of that," he waved his hand dismissively. "And while we're on that, don't call me Hades either, Lord of Drama Queen made a new rule for all of us to take mortal names so we would fit in common society should we choose to linger in it, I insist you call me Logan."

"Logan," Kendall sniffed. "Is Lord of Drama Queen Zeus?"

"James," Logan insisted.

"James," Kendall repeated. "What is Lord Poseidon's name?"

"Carlos," Logan smiled, Carlos was his favorite relative after all. "Aphrodite is Josephine, Athena is Camille, Artemis is Stephanie, Demeter is Heather, Hera is Lucy, Hestia is Mercedes. Zeus and Poseidon are James and Carlos, as said. Ares is Jett, Hephaestus is Curt, Hermes is Wally, Apollo is Steve, and uh…you get the point. Mortal names."

Kendall sniffed, tears still falling. "And yours is Logan?"

"Yes, my dear."

"That's a nice name," Kendall said, looking like he wanted to go into hysterics.

"Thank you, Peggy did not think so," Logan said, his nose crinkling in distaste, he didn't care much for her new name either.

"Persephone?" Kendall guessed.

"Yes, Persephone said it was not a name fit for a god of death, but alas Peggy is not a name fit for a goddess of spring. James is suitable for Zeus though, my Underworld holds many actors with the name James, it fits his theatrics."

"So Lord Ze…I mean James really is dramatic?"

"Very much so, though Carlos is not as serious as rumored, more like…those bear things mortal children carry,"

"Teddy bears." Kendall offered.

Logan nodded. "Now my dear, I must ask you, do you have any idea why I have come to you?"

Kendall shook his head, big green eyes filled to the brim with tears.

"I insist you not be embarrassed of it," Logan said, Kendall nodded again. "My dear, I wish too…lay with you."

"Lay with me?" Kendall repeated, sounding confused.

Logan heard the wind; it carried something like a giggle. Silence you stupid girl. Stay to your business Aphrodite!

"I want to…sleep with you," Logan tried again, this time Kendall understood.

"Oh," Kendall said, eyes widening. "Oh…oh Lord-…I mean Logan…I, of course."

Logan raised an eyebrow, of course really wasn't he had been looking for, he had actually expected the blonde to be frightened, to refuse at first, but nonetheless he was very pleased, not any of his mortal lovers had ever bended so quickly, though his last one had been in the thirteen hundreds, so maybe there will power had decreased since then, his green eyes sparkled in excitement, his breathe was shaky, his skin pale.

"Bring me to your bedroom then, my dear." Logan spoke softly, meeting the nervous green eyes with his own warm brown ones.

Kendall nodded, but then opened the front door, grabbed a homemade sign by the door that said Please take one or you are the kin of Hermes and put that and the bowl of Hershey bars out on the porch. He took five or six from the bowl, closed the front door, and put the chocolate into his pocket for safe keeping.

"Do you like chocolate, my little one?" Logan asked as he followed Kendall up the stairs. The blonde blushed and nodded. Kendall went into the door at the end of the hall, Logan followed him in to see white and light green linens, the carpet the color of white sand, the furniture was white with gold trimming, Logan wondered if it was real. He had little statues on his dresser, and when he looked a second time he saw it was of him and his siblings and his nieces and nephews, in other words the twelve Olympians plus him.

He saw all kinds of souvenirs from Greece, replicas from their legends, or reality, a statue of his diseased guard dog Cerberus, a golden apple from Hercules, a stone that looked like a lightning bolt, a statue that was supposed to be Poseidon.

"Is your whole family uh…do they believe in us?" Logan asked.

"Yeah," Kendall whispered, he was sitting on the corner of his bed that was dressed in sheets that reminded him of old timely Greece. "It's our religion Lord-….Logan," He was nervous, Logan didn't want him to be nervous, he had honored him so well down stairs when he thought he was one of those kids from West Brook, he had passed on the belief to a little girl who had no family, he was lovely and shy and he thought Logan was good. Logan smiled and walked to the blonde, he cupped his face and looked deeply into the blondes eyes,

"Don't be shy, my little one."

Kendall nodded.

"Don't be frightened,"

Kendall nodded again.

"Don't hesitate when you want something,"

Kendall nodded for the third time, Logan smirked.

"And do whatever I tell you to do."

Kendall's eyes widened.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes," Kendall whispered.

"Yes what?" Logan said, raising a teasing eyebrow but Kendall couldn't tell he was being kidded with. "I'm looking for a Lord Hades, kid."

"Yes, Lord Hades," Kendall whispered, shivering.

Logan smiled, pleased. He ran a hand threw the shaggy blonde hair affectionately, pushing the golden hair out of the spring green eyes and letting it fall back into place. "Such a good boy," Logan whispered, and then kissed the blonde tenderly.

I'm rating this as M but I'm not exactly sure if I'm gonna have smut or not. I hope you all liked it.

Lots of Love,

Sarah