Diana, Princess of the Underworld

by Maven Alazais

Based on the JL/JLU Cartoons. Diana answers a distress call from Themyscira, only to be trapped into a situation she has no way to escape. Being forced to watch over the dead, she reinvents herself, as her teammates try to find a way to get her back. WonderBat. No copyright infringement intended.

10. 10 - Proper Defences

*A/N: Glad you all tagged along so far. I hope the action is getting faster, I don't know how much we've got left for this fic, we'll see as I'm figuring it out. Thank you all and enjoy!*

CHAPTER TEN – PROPER DEFENSE

Flash had slept for twelve hours straight after his night shift. He was itching for some action but nothing happened. It has been as dull as a normal watching shift would be and now it was finally time for him to get some well-deserved rest.

Bruce was on his third espresso shot for the morning. The night had also been a long one for those left behind, meaning him, J'onn and Zatanna who was specifically summoned to give her insight on the stolen items.

Most of them were sealed flasks made out of clay. The museum, not wanting to soil that formidable example of sealing with soft, extremely well-preserved silk threads and a small wax seal, had peaked in for the contents with infrared cameras and other techniques, but it appeared empty and so there was no further need for them to break the seal and had it displayed as it was. They did note a silver lining on the inside of the flask, but no contents nonetheless.

One of the items was also a small silver signet ring, with an amethyst stone which bore the symbol that was found on the wax seals. The archaeologists believed it all belonged to a wealthy family of a long lost Assyrian city, since they were found at the ruins of such houses. They were placed inside an also very well-sealed crate and that is why they believed it had remained so nicely preserved; the oxygen and the natural elements could not reach them easily inside there.

Rose Gustin had given them some further generic information on flasks, signet rings, Assyrian customs and traditions, but nothing they didn't already know. She also informed them that the items they exchanged were a short silver necklace with the same amethyst branded stone that probably belonged to a child from the family, a glass flask that was one of the first examples of glass craft in the area, some jewellery making tools and a small parchment piece.

Zatanna thought hard over what the items might signify. "The fact that they didn't see anything inside, doesn't necessarily mean that they were empty."

"What could they possibly hold?"

She frowned. "Loads of magical ingredients are in gas form and I guess some sort of dust that the archaeologists could mistake as some sort of residue from the clay, could have also been inside. I don't believe their former owner would place them in such a crate if they weren't precious to them. I mean, hello, silver insulation?"

"Yes, obviously." Batman said. "Think Hades is gathering up ingredients for something?"

"It is possible. We shouldn't underestimate him as a sorcerer. It's not his thing, but he has enough innate power to at least brew a decent potion."

"Do you think you could maybe come up with a list of potions that he could make with gas ingredients?"

Zatanna growled. "I hate having to dig up those potion books again! But…ugh, when she comes back, she owes me big time."

"What about the ring?" J'onn asked.

"It could be just a family thing, but for Hades to take it, it must be something else. Maybe the sculpted sign on the stone fits something, maybe it's a key."

"That's an interesting concept. He got both of the jewellery pieces in case the engravings on one were corrupted during all this time, it makes sense."

Zatanna nodded. "I need to go help Fate now, and go scavenging in my father's basement for gas ingredients. So you'll excuse me."

And so she had left them some hours ago.

"I've been thinking." Batman said in a low voice, sipping some of the bitter coffee. "Hades isn't stupid. He knows we'll be on him soon."

"What do you suggest then?" Clark asked, mixing some more sugar with his moccachino.

"He will be expecting us. He'll know we'll be at the museum. So we must make him think we're gone."

"And leave the museum unguarded? He can teleport!"

Batman shot him an exasperated look. "Of course not. We'll have two of our own inside that night. The arrangements J'onn made were for one Leaguer and one regular guard, were they not?"

"If I recall correctly."

"He is not stupid." Batman repeated. "Let's follow that plan for some days as it is. He will be observing. Then we'll set our plan in motion."

"Wasn't this our plan?!" Superman asked, confused.

"Mm, not exactly." And so he left his cup and left. Superman rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Whatever…" The Kryptonian mumbled.

OOO-OOO—OO-OO

Diana cracked her knuckles and braced herself for another training session. Easily enough, she summoned Thomas, Martha and three other souls that she knew out, manipulating them around, like a warm-up. It had become a habit for her, just like she had practised combat back on Earth.

And a thought crossed her mind, as she watched her 'puppets' swivel around, in and out of their shapes, bidding her will. What a formidable source of energy. Tangible and intangible at the same time, flexible but strong altogether. And what if she could shape them even more than she already did?

She took a look at her brassards and thought how nice they would look with an… extra protective layer on top and half-smiled. Spreading her fingers out, she summoned the five souls around here and concentrated hard.

They were five 'orbs' of energy at her disposal. She took a deep breath and focused. Thomas, her most loyal soldier, started to vibrate until the shapely form of the soul turned into a hazy mess. Martha followed and she made the two merge. Two sharp breaths later, the five souls had turned into one and Diana mentally ordered them to concentrate around her right brassard. And so they did. A bright, vibrant layer of pure, concentrated energy coated her armour piece and she grinned widely.

"Would you look at that?" She mumbled and moved her hand around, watching as the coat, naturally, followed the movements. She also realized that as soon as she placed them there, though it had taken a big effort to condense them, it was much easier to order them to maintain that shape. And she noticed that the soul substance seemed to merge with the armour material, like a continuous exchange of particles was happening between the two; armour and souls. Maybe it was this metal, Diana guessed. Maybe this was what it was supposed to do.

"This could help a lot…" Diana said to herself, thinking of when the time would come to face Hades. Because it would eventually, it had to.

But how would that battle go? A clash of… a God, who had trained in this thing for millennia, thousands of levels above her, and a poor Amazon who could barely handle a couple of souls and would never match a God's abilities in any case. "Oh boy…"

She frowned again. But… could a soul hurt another soul? She wondered. If Hades used souls to attack her, and Diana could at least muster some for her defence, would it work? Could one be used against the other? Would even that defence work?

"Well, this time's as good as any." She told herself again and stood in front of the Lingering Realm.

Stretching her hand out, she summoned two more souls out and focusing some more, merged the two into one. She stood a few meters back and took a good breath. She extended her left hand in a defence position and flinching, ordered the new souls to come right at her. Just as she had predicted, the blow was rather strong and though her new and her old brassards underneath did provide some sort of resistance, she was pushed a good distance back. Her forearm hurt and she rubbed her wrist, waiting for the pain to leave.

Once she felt better, she stretched her right, reinforced arm out and commanded the souls to come at her again. She braced herself and the souls stroke her forearm, but she wasn't affected at all! The hit felt like nothing! She laughed with her success.

"Alright then…" She took five more souls out and engraved them on her left brassard as well. She passed the test, as she was still perfectly capable of continuing to fight though she had placed, and kept out, ten souls already.

Etched on pushing herself to her limits every time, she summoned four more souls out. She felt herself starting to sweat. Good, she thought. The training's beginning to kick in now.

OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO

"And I thought I got lucky, not encountering him yesterday…" Flash said, through a yawn. He might have been wishing his night shift would have been more active yesterday, but in retrospect, he considered himself rather lucky in the morning. Or evening anyway.

"We need to make sure this works." Batman said. "Are you up for the job or not?"

"Yeah, yeah. I didn't go to improv classes in college for nothing! Of course I can play a mere human guard. Can Shayera and Vixen play the part?"

Shayera gave him a stern look. "Hello? Hawkman spy for two years?!"

"And former model and actress?" Vixen said. "I think we should wonder whether you can do it or not…"

"Alright, don't get yourselves for the Oscars just yet." Batman said. "It just has to look convincing."

"So what's the script?" Flash asked.

"We wait a couple of nights. Each night, as previously arranged, a Leaguer takes on a guarding duty. We must make sure to, inside the museum, make clear who the proper guard is, and who is not."

"So we, like, just introduce ourselves to the guard. It seems easy so far." Vixen said.

"Yes. We need to cover the case that Hades lurks inside the museum and eavesdrop. So we make clear who his 'enemy' is, and who is the simple human. No need to introduce yourselves as 'Vixen, legendary warrior, woman of the thousand beasts and nature whisperer'." Vixen chuckled. "Just your name and then the guard will offer to show you around. That should be enough to make Hades understand who is who."

"And on the night we take action, I'll be outside. In the trees or something, hiding." Shayera said.

"Yes. That night, there's going to be two of us inside. Vixen plays, well, remains the Leaguer, Flash plays the regular guard. You do know your way around the museum, right?"

"Puh-lease, I watched the place for…one night. Yes."

"You'll put on some discrete cover-up accessories in case Hades also saw you last night and remembers your characteristics clearly, which I doubt, but better be safe than sorry."

"Dress-up! Ooh, I like it already." He flashed them a hearty grin, Shayera rolled her eyes.

"After some hours, you, Vixen, will pretend to receive a call, a very urgent call, which needs you to leave immediately. You turn to the 'guard', tell him you have got to leave and you'll call for back up to come, and you leave. So you basically play among those lines."

"Copy that." Flash said and Vixen nodded.

"Once you're outside, fidget with maybe your earpiece or your mobile phone or something," Batman went on, "and when you, Hawkgirl, see that movement, pretend it's you call and cautiously appear. You'll have a talk concerning a big emergency, say a huge criminal breakout, big explosion, find something that would require you both to leave. Say, Superman and Green Lantern left for some intergalactic mission and they need every Leaguer on deck. Just say something believable. And then, of course, appear very worried of leaving your post."

"Ask whether we should wait for the backup to come before leaving, throw the ball at each other and so on." Shayera said. "We got it."

"Good. And then you leave. Don't go too far of course, I'll ask a wizard to be close-by to conclude the mission. As soon as Flash, who will put up a small, human fight with Hades-"

"Juuust great." Flash mumbled, rubbing his ribs, already feeling the pain that would ensue.

"-uses his magical amulet to incapacitate Hades, so the witch or the wizard available at the time can come and keep him down."

"Are we sure this whole thing is going to work?" Vixen asked.

"No."

"But, well," Flash added, "we're not even sure Hades will ever strike this museum. This plan is as good as any to make him act. And if it doesn't work, we just keep on doing what we were doing."

"I guess…"

"Hades is a warrior." Batman said. "Not a strategist. I don't believe he's put too much thought into this, his plan has so far been more of an 'act and react' than planning ahead carefully."

"That is true." Shayera agreed.

"I have to go make the rest of the arrangements for it." Batman said. "Get ready."

With that, he left in a hurry to meet Nightwing and J'onn.

OOO—OOO-OOO—OOO

"Haros, what do you think of my new accessories?" Diana said smiling, once she noticed her comrade approaching.

"Mm, fascinating. Compressed soul energy. I'm impressed. How long have you kept them out, Princess?"

"Quite a while now. The armour seems to help, look, it's like the two are merging."

Haros inspected the brassards. "Indeed. I've never seen Master Hades use this technique on this armour."

"Oh, so he did also do this."

"Of course, it's very good defence. Though it's been millennia since he last needed to defend himself. His brute strength is usually more than enough to get his work done before he needs to defend."

"Yes, he does seem like that sort of person. But I'm not like that. I think. Defending gives you time to watch your opponent's move, to find weaknesses, to monitor your surroundings, to plan ahead. This is basic stuff taught at Themyscira. To learn to attack, you need to first learn to defend, that's what they told us. You can't attack if you're dead… So, what I mean to say, is that this is perfect for me."

"You have been mastering up several of the soul techniques quite nicely, Princess Diana." Haros complimented. "And all on your own."

Diana half-smiled. "I think they help me, Haros. The souls. I feel like they…talk to me. Well, not talking-talking, but I do get some inspiration here and there. With some of them I feel I have a deeper connection. Too bad for me that most of them are by the Resting realm; can't play with them."

"It's your character, of course. You're a being of light and happiness, it only makes sense that you're drawn there. But, truly, your progress has long exceeded my expectations."

"Oh, I know. You thought I had zero powers when I came. I remember very clearly. But, you know," she read the saying on her brassards, "he who guards commands, he who commands guards. Ergo, because I am to guard them, I command them, but since I command them, I have to guard them. Yes, it's clear as day." She chuckled. "Although…"

"Yes?"

"This saying is hardly right. It should be 'she who guards commands, she who commands guards.'" And upon saying the last word, she watched as the bright, shiny new coat of her armour seemed to be 'vacuumed' inside the metal itself and her eyes widened. "What the actual…"

"What happened?" Haros asked. "Couldn't you keep them out any more?"

"No, they're here alright." Diana said, bringing her forearm closer to her eyes. "I can feel all of them, it just…I think the armour sucked them in. But why didn't it do it in the first place when I brought them closer?"

"Maybe the saying you altered a bit worked as a spell for you, activating the armour. It won't be the first time I see accidental magic happening to Master Hades' objects around here."

"But is it going to work now? The extra defence?" She frowned. "I'll have to test it out."

Diana huffed and closed her eyes. She ran her right hand over her left brassard and pulled it away, pulling Thomas' soul out until it was floating in front of her. Doing the same thing, she pulled Martha out too and with a swift motion of her hand, the two merged. She took a few steps back, sighed and placed her left hand in defence position in front of her face. Mentally she ordered them to attack her.

When the orb reached her hand and hit, it…didn't. It came alright, but she actually felt the armour absorb it. A small, bright current ran through her brassard, her torso, the owl's eyes which shone briefly, until it extended through the entirety of the set. "Hm."

She wasn't satisfied. She needed to see more.

Still frowning, she took a look inside the Lingering Realm, spotting two souls she had classified and remembered and summoned them out. Ignoring the sweat she was starting to feel again, she merged the two souls again and assumed her defence stance again, having the soul orb aim at her. The result was the same. The armour absorbed them and she could sense it fortify.

"Wow…" She mumbled. "Haros, do you realize what we discovered?"

"A new asset, I believe."

"Exactly! This armour absorbs souls! Like, I barely felt them approaching me. They were straight away taken into, enhancing my defence. This is battle-turning stuff right here! When I get to fight Hades, his soul attacks will be absorbed and I will be stronger!"

"Yes, that could prove useful if that fight ever occurs…"

"It will, my friend. I proved you wrong with the powers, I'll prove your wrong here as well."

"As you wish, Princess."

"But why stop here?!" Diana said, her eyes shining wildly. "How many souls can this armour keep? Is the amount infinite? And why wait till he attacks? I can make myself stronger as it is now by putting more souls into this!"

"Calm down, Princess. Don't you think that is enough for now?"

Diana was breathing fast, ecstatic about her new finding, her thoughts running everywhere. "I haven't felt this close to being so strong since, hah, my wedding to Anne-Marie, heiress to the biggest oil enterprise on Earth!" She laughed, as images of her in a ridiculously expensive tuxedo standing underneath a gazebo decorated with a rare species of orchids that her darling Anne-Marie had picked before having a big fight with one of her bridesmaids and seeking for comfort in a short shopping spree in Paris, filled her mind. And then she realized, the laugh fading away.

"Excuse me, your what?" Haros asked.

Diana touched her forehead. "Oh, mighty Hera …" A surge of panic went through her. Haros was right this time; too much was too much. Her mind could only take so much soul connection before losing the boundaries between herself and them. And the Gods knew how real that foreign memory felt. "You are right, Haros. This is enough for now."

She let all of the souls return to the Realm and started walking to Acheron, dragging her feet along. "When did I become so power hungry?" She shook her head. "I can't let my mind loose again. I can't let myself go crazy."

She sat down by the shore, soaking her feet in the shallow water. "Oof… Here it goes." She closed her eyes and started talking to herself, bringing up images of her own memories along. "I am Diana, Princess of Themyscira, the most beautiful hidden island in the world. I am a Greek Amazon, daughter to Hippolyta, trained ceaselessly ever since I was born. I know the ways of the sword, the bow, the spear, the dagger, the…

OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO

Zatanna closed an old, leather book with a loud 'thump'. She scribbled something on a piece of paper and sat back on her wooden chair, letting out a long breath.

"That's all I can get." She told herself and ran her fingers through her hair. She took a look at her watch. "Boy, it's late!" It must have been two days since they had caught the soul, and Zatanna marvelled at Doctor Fate's resilience in keeping it at bay for two days straight. They really should get moving on that as well, she thought and pressed her temples, mumbling some backwards words and sending a mental, magical message to Doctor Fate which was answered soon.

"Any luck finding something around your eternal magical knowledge?" Zatanna asked, half-smiling.

"My shield pressure is working. The soul is being compressed at an adequate pace, no considerable resistance noted so far."

That's 'cause it's your shield, Zatanna thought. "Where will we put it into, Fate?"

"We require something crafted from a pure material. Magically pure. I told you yesterday."

Zatanna's eyes widened. Of course. But she had forgotten, somewhere along Batman's constant calls, the detailed study of stolen museum items lists, her League duties… "Yes, yes. Um, I'm at our, yes, family library, researching it as we speak. Once I find something suitable, I'll be right over."

"Fine."

"Keep it up!"

And their magical link was cut off. Zatanna groaned loudly. She hadn't spent this much time in their basement ever since she was a little child and she wasn't actually enjoying it. "No candy as reward for studying, no dinner waiting for me on the table, no bed-time stories…" She whined, clearing the desk in front of her. "Erup em gnirb!" She chanted and books, parchments and old scattered notes started flying towards her.

She took a hasty look on the titles of the books. Pure pleasure; Romance in Heathpeak Hill. "Ew, why do we even have those old romance books?!"

Making pure cash with a swish of your wand. "Mm, that does sound promising, but definitely not what I want right now."

The perfect guide to the perfect bride. Zatanna rolled her eyes, thinking of all the hideous ways the context of the word pure might have been used in its pages.

Death Spells and Divination; An Art Long Lost. She recognized the book. She had read most of the pages on the spells when she first decided to get involved with necromancy once they had set this plan into motion. It wasn't like she had exactly learnt it by heart; it was big and she only needed to get a hang of the basics. She took a look at the index. A chapter title read 'Crafts and Materials in Necromancy.' Thinking it sounded promising, she turned to that page.

'Necromancy had always been a spiritual art. (Ch. 2) But our human nature does not allow us to manipulate or store the precious soul energy like we harvest the rest of this world's energies. When we need to make our predictions and no soul energy can be extracted, how can a wizard have some spare energy in his time of need? Our sources state several techniques used by renowned necromancers. A medium is required; a medium is something with a material substance, pure enough to be able to hold the soul without corrupting it.

The technique described in the ancient manuscripts is not fully understood but a common axis can be found. The wizard must bring the soul to an adequate size through constant pressure. Beware, it may require days and several assistants. Thradulus' technique contains this compression stage and then describes the binding procedure, through which the wizard must use some of his magic on the selected material and on the soul, with extreme caution. This magic will work as a thread to tie the two together. The third and final stage is the approach of the two and the permanent binding but no further sources contain details on this stage.

What qualifies as pure material? Our wizard ancestors have long known the properties of such materials. We suggest the combination of two or three pure materials in a medium, in case the materials you are provided with are not of the highest purity. The list follows, from best to adequate.

- Black pearl

-Elephant tusk bone

-Hair of a newborn

-Diamond

-Mermaid fin

- Pure gold…'

Zatanna kept reading, ready to fall asleep any time soon. There was no way she could get her hands on any of those materials. Unless she asked for help, from one of her wealthy vigilante friends. She laughed but her laugh was cut short as she read some items further down the list and she realized.

OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO

Hades wasn't fond of waiting. In fact, he had waited too long to be free, too long to get his revenge, and he wasn't going to let anyone take it away from him.

His search had taken long too. After a while of looking around Greece and stumbling upon one of those pathetic humans who dared to call themselves 'superheroes', he had left at once. He didn't know how that creature had found him, but it was his bell to start moving faster. He had located what he was looking for in that museum and taking it was easy. As it would also be, taking the rest as well. He couldn't have predicted the humans would have exchanged those precious things.

He knew, though, that the humans weren't that stupid. Of course they had imagined he would come here. He had seen them now, for a few nights in a row, as they entered the museum dressed as plain guards. His extremely good hearing let him listen to their conversations. The morons didn't even bother hiding their identities from the regular humans. Tsk, this would be easy.

No matter who they had inside, the humans couldn't beat him. He just needed a single attack to justify his actions as defence, and then they would stand absolutely no chance against him. Especially once he would start gathering power again. But for now, he waited. He didn't know why, but observing was what he felt like doing at first.

When the clock chimed 9 and the museum closed, he watched from afar, as a slender, black-skinned attractive human woman approached it, dressed in a guard uniform. The regular guard was at the entrance, waiting for her. This one wasn't too tall or too short. He had freckles all over his face, a stupid moustache and an even stupider pair of spectacles. He snorted. Useless humans couldn't even see well. Hades could make out some ginger hairs underneath the cap, accompanying his even lighter moustache, and laughed. To imagine that somehow humans had managed to produce genes even stupider than blond ones; gingers always made him laugh.

He ran his hand through his dense, dark mane and kept observing. This one human looked rather familiar, but again, they all looked the same. They were pathetic, nothing special about any of them. The only thing worth about them, were their juicy souls.

"Salut!" The woman greeted the guard.

"Salut, mademoiselle. Bien venue!" The guard replied. "My name is Remi, I will try to speak English for you." The human's pronunciation of English was hideous. Of all the things that the people who were named French had tainted, English language didn't have to be one. Couldn't they stick to their stupid language anyway? English at least was simple. Stupid too, but simple. And he sighed at how the greatest language of all time, Greek, had stooped so low. It wasn't even the same for the Greeks anymore; they called it 'ancient'. Ancient! Something so classic and elegant, a treasure for future generations of humans! But he calmed himself. There was no need for him to grow agitated over puny, human matters.

"Nice to meet you, Remi." The woman replied. "I am Vixen. Do you know me?"

"Oh, of course, mademoiselle Vixen. I admire all of you Justice League people!" Hades rolled his eyes.

"I am glad! We are here to keep you safe."

"I know. Your super, fantastique skills make us all feel better."

The woman nodded. "Now, can you show me around? I am supposed to guard after all!" She laughed.

"Bien sûr! Come inside." And the two of them went inside the museum.

Hades relaxed and huffed. It would be hours before he would decide to make a move, it would be better to have them sleepy.

As the hours passed and the weird colours of the sunset were replaced by the comforting dark shade of the moonlit sky, Hades hummed the time away.

Strangers in the night, two lonely people, we were strangers in the night…

Hades felt pathetic himself whenever he acknowledged anything good about humans, but that damn Sinatra would get stuck in his head for days. He had lost count of all the time he had revisited his memories only to hear the songs again.

Up to the moment when we said our first hello…

He started moving closer, it was almost three. He focused his hearing again.

For some time, the only sound that was coming were their footsteps on the marble floors and the sound of the keys on their belts. It went on for a while until he heard one pair of footsteps, the loudest ones, so he assumed it was the female's. She had approached the other one.

"Oh, my, Remi, I have to go!" She said, trying to keep it low. She sounded worried. Hades arched a questioning eyebrow.

"What?! You cannot leave me alone, Miss Vixen!"

"I just received a message, it is super urgent! You see, some of our members are out of the planet right now and cannot go and trust me, this is very, very important!"

"But what if…he comes? The burglar? What am I going to do?! Mon Dieu!"

"I'm calling for backup as we speak. They should be here in just a few minutes! Now, I'll sneak from the side, take care of yourself!"

"…I'll try!"

Hades moved even closer. She noticed the woman exiting from a side door, looking left and right for any signs of activity. She took out her phone and in a few moments, something shuffled the leaves of a tree nearby and he saw the winged one from the League land quickly in front of the previous woman.

"Of course they'd have two around." He mumbled and kept watching.

"What is it?!" The winged one asked.

"Massive jail breakout! Harley Quinn busted out Joker and he created a ruckus by letting out all the other prisoners as well. We're talking Killer Croc, Riddler, Cheetah. Massive! And you know, with Wondie out of the picture and Sups and Green Lantern out of the planet for that mission, someone's got to round them up!"

"Shit! We should hurry!"

"Wait, I can't just leave the museum! It's my shift!"

"Did you call for backup?"

"Yeah, I paged the satellite, someone will be up but I should wait for them!"

"Wait?! Girl, if we wait, Joker will be running back in Gotham before you even think of leaving this place. Need I remind you of Cheetah's speed or something too?"

The regular woman made a squeaky, discomfort noise. "I feel so bad!"

"I…I understand. I don't want to leave the exhibits unguarded. But…if the situation isn't controlled…"

"It's gonna be chaos. God, we cannot have them running loose now! We have to focus on Hades!"

"We have bigger problems than him right now! Let's get going now! We have to hurry!"

The regular sighed and the other one flew away. Hades watched as she touched a necklace around her neck and saw something that looked like the soul equivalent of a jaguar form around her, as she started to run on all fours really, really fast.

Hades waited a couple of minutes before they were gone for sure and smiled to himself, as he teleported inside the museum.

"Bigger problems than me, eh? I'll show you big problems soon enough…"

*A/N: More action coming up, stay tuned! I obviously don't have anything against gingers, I was just trying to give a Hades POV, who is clearly a misanthropist of all kinds and thinks his traits are above everything, naturally.

Thank you for sticking around, I hope the next chapter comes up fast as well.*