Soul Reaper
In the deepest planes of the underworld Hades' rule is far and wide. He seeks revenge upon his younger brother Zeus. He seeks a weapon, one so powerful even he who vanquished the lord Cronus will cower before it. The serpent, the riddler, the Keeper of Death; he with two faces shall conquer the rest. To battle he cries all fear be gone. Justice shall prevail. The Master of the Sky commands his retreat, to be ignored, to be ignored. Defeated by the open air, Hades fled the scene. To this day he plots revenge, to this day he plans. To turn the innocent corrupt.
In the darkest caverns of Hades' realm the Lord himself was enraged. His latest weapon had been a disaster, he had been defeated once again by the Lord of the Sky. The Council of Darkness sat around a large round table squabbling incessantly about what to do.
"I say we take a leaf out of the human's book and drop a nuke on Mount Olympus," said a Demonic Seraphim. Hades looked at him blankly.
"For the last time! Nuclear weapons are BAD. We cannot use a nuke against my brother."
"Why ever not?" asked the persistent lad. Hades looked slightly strained as he answered as plainly as he could.
"Because you can not use a non biological, human built missile on Mount Olympus. If we are going to attack them directly we need something subtle something that is obviously way out of your depth. Anyone else got a stupid idea that you hope will get you a pay rise?" A well tanned man nudged a pale woman in the ribs. She hissed at him and then turned to Hades.
"I did have an idea a while back but I haven't been able to find the right person. My idea is to send one of Jacob's lot to the Overworld and get a poor abused child to fall in love with them. Then the operative would begin to get even more abusive than their partners family. Whilst they are attempting to "kill" this person they fall over "dead". They would come back here completely unharmed. Then an Elite would go in a few weeks later and be really kind and loving. They would then convince the target to become our greatest Elite. If the target agrees then they would be trained in the Overworld without dieing. They would then do a good deed as the saying goes. The Elite would have to pass through Olympus and shake Zeus' hand. Opportunity." Hades blinked a few times.
"What target?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
"Megan Griffin," she replied, sliding a file across the table. Hades flicked through it quickly and then smiled.
"Perfect."