Hades sat on his throne, blissfully eating grapes and ignoring the prayers that echoed in the room.
Celeste, goddess of Death floated into the throne room. "Father.." she whispered.
As Death she had to be quiet, so her voice is barely s whisper. The pleas of families made it hard for Hades to hear her, but he did and turned to her, his black eyes gleaming in amusement. "Yes, Daughter?" he sighed, his patience hadn't improved at all over the past few days.
Though the Underworld wasn't getting any more souls, the prayers and pleas of families grew every moment and never left him, he hadn't slept well for the longest time. Celeste smiled kindly, "Father… I need something to do… I wonder around the Underworld aimlessly, with nothing to do and the souls have been touching me.!"
Everyone who touched Celeste died instantly. Gods, if they were to touch her they would be sent to the Underworld, until they could eventually gain the strength to return to Earth or Olympus.
Celeste fought to find a way to make this curse an optional thing, so she could touch someone without killing them and or sending them to the Underworld she sighed and breathed deep. "I want to go back to Earth." She said finally, Hades head snapped up, completely focused on his daughter.
Celeste almost winced, as a daughter should when her father stares at her intensely, for fear of being beaten. But Fear had left Celeste centuries ago and she didn't see it coming back anytime soon.
Hades took 3 steps and stood infront of his daughter. A small 5 inches stood between Celeste and her father. A panic filled her suddenly, 'He could trap himself…just by touching me.' She stepped back suddenly, her head bowed in respect. "Please… " she whispered, quieter than usual, she just wanted out of this depressing place and she felt bad for her father for having to deal with all the gloom and doom.
But the mortals shouldn't have to pay for it. After what seemed like forever, Hades nodded and sat in his throne again. He waved Celeste away, who was almost jumping with joy. "Go then, free the broken and wounded." He said, and with that Celeste was gone.
The echoeing pleas and cries for mercy gradually ceased until Hades could hear his own heartbeat.
He hadn't completely abandoned his fight for freedom.
He'd let death go to the mortals, but that didn't mean they had to cross into the Underworld. Hades smirked and called Charon to him.