"What?"
The goddess sighed putting the orb away and looks him in the eyes.
"Nehel... the darkness of nye is coming, I can sense it... and there must be balance, the fall of the king of the underworld so long ago caused a a small rift in that order to slowly cease to exist before that happens you must take his place..."
Nehel looked at the empty sphere on the floor and then at the goddess a strange look in his eyes.
"Nehel please believe me... I would have saved you even if Hades was still alive, but this is a grave matter and as Aeon had clearly told you, you have shown great courage in yourself when you were in the bowels of the underworld, that proves you have what it takes to retake the weapon and become the new Hades... please."
Hades looked up at her face looking at him in such kindness before sighing.
"I can expect that you are still not sure about this, she said with a smile, and I do not blame you for it, it is a heavy request I ask of you after all. Please... collect your thought in the gardens outside but let Hermes accompany you."
From a corner of the room a figure emerges from one of the doors. The figure has wild wind swept brown hair that a golden Laurel wreath is wrapped around keeping at least some of it manageable. He wore a dark red chiton with a design of wings that is wrapped around the middle like a belt, sandals with wings near the heels. dark cloud like grey eyes and a tan face. Hermes.
"You called for me, my queen?" he asks pleasantly looking curiously at Nehel with some interest.
"Hermes... would you be so kind to show our guest Nehel to the gardens...?"
"Of corse my queen." and with a gentle fluttering sound the messenger of the gods him towards the doors.
(...) (...) (...)
The gardens atop Olympus are nothing like Nehel had ever seen before in his life, they seem to sparkle under the sun their due shinning like many colored diamonds, the red roses continuously in full bloom the many trees leaves gently flow in the Aeolus' winds many benches are under small gazebos under the shade of the trees and temples of the gods scattered here and there large fountains and pathways.
Hermes is perched on the branch of a willow tree watching closely as Nehel breaths in the sweet air drinking in all that is around him.
"Not used to things like this?" Hermes asked suddenly.
"No I'm not, he said a look of peace on his shallow face as he looks up at the sun of Helios, where I lived everything was dead."
"The same thing will happen here if the queens hunch is right. Which I am convinced is, he said joining him under the shade of the tree.
A slight smirk came across Nehel's face but it faded before Hermes could see it.
"So you believe her?"
"Its peaceful... not like when Zues and Hera were in charge. Naming her as ruler and queen of the greek gods was the best thing to happened here."
Nehel nodded approving at his answer.
"You know... If you do not take on this mission, this will all be gone."
"Who said I wasn't going to go along with it...?"
I know Hermes looks like Pit but I just imagine him without brown hair!