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Meg sat on the bright purple comforter. The bed soft a she laid back. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes. For some reason, she felt that her heart had broken more than the break up with her first boyfriend. Knowing that Hercules had joined the gods. Pain and Panic entered the room.
Panic spoke in a hurry. "Are you alright? I don't know how to help." Pain lulled in "I can only console that I have felt worse." They started jumping around the room knocking over things in a frenzy.
Meg spoke in a bored, dull voice. "Guys, I can't tell what's worse, the fact that you are here or the fact that you guys are breaking all my stuff." Thye kept running around.
"Well, its good to see that you haven't lost any of your dark sarcasm." I looked up to see Hades leaning up against the frame of the doorway.
""You call that dark? You should really know better." His laugh rang with a ting of metal to it. Scratching at her ears. "You know enslaving girls in your free time and all."
He strolled over to the bed. "You know I think I remember telling you that you where free, your the one that was all." He put his hands under his chin and made the most girlish sounding voice she had ever heard. "Please, dark one. Take me home." He blinked his lashes at her.
Meg's face twisted into a smirk. "I did not say it like that."
"Well, sorry to break it to you my little Nutmeg, but you kind of did. So I do have a job for you, since your back and all." She sighed. "What is it?"
"He smiled his wickedly. He pulled out a box seemingly out of nowhere. "Deliver me some baklava. Pretty, please?" Meg looked at him sideways.
"That's the job you have for me?" She looked at him strangely.
He waved his hands, the box of baklava staying still in the air. "It is a gift, to say I am sorry. Nothing more. And you being the least scary person I know, I would like you to deliver it."
Meg took the box. "Okay, I probably should get some fresh air anyway."
His hair flamed purple for a moment. "Great, just tell them it is from a friend. I will bring you back when you are done." He waved his hand and she was standing in front of a quant little cottage.
Meg walked over to the door and lightly knocked. A old, thin man answered the door. "Oh hello there. What can I do for ya?" He smile was toothy, with a few teeth missing.
Meg held out the box. "I am delivering a gift from a friend."
A woman's voice rang through the doorway. "What is that smell?"
A voluptuous woman, who was quite a bit shorter than the man came to the door. "Oh dearie, what is that?"
Meg spoke again. "A gift from a friend." The woman opened the box. Her eyes started to water.
"Thank you. So glad to know he still remembers us. Could you tell him that he can come by to visit whenever he has time."
Meg nodded. "I will tell him." The older gentleman said his goodbye and shut the door."
In a flash Meg was back in the thrown room. Hades laying sideways in his seat. He flicked his finger into a flame./
"Um.. So they wanted me to let you know that you can come by anytime you feel like it." Meg said.
"Hades looked at her confused for a moment. Then he started laughing. "Oh Nutmeg, they actually thought I was wonder boy? Oh hellish, isn't that sweet."
Wonder boy? "Those were Hercules parents?" Meg asked quickly. "What did you make me give them?"
Hades laughed again. "A deal is a deal and it is time that they pay up." He said
"What do you mean?" Meg asked incredibly.
"You'll see, in about five minutes."