Forget
Hades smiled when he took the man's ticket, shook his hand warmly, and promised him that once they arrived in Hadestown, he would forget ever being hungry and cold. As the train passed through to the Underworld, he caught fleeting glimpses of the world he was leaving behind.
Upon arriving, the man took his place with the other new workers. They seemed nervous but excited, chatting amongst themselves, but when Hades received them they fell silent. One by one, they were escorted into his office and signed their papers, fully binding them to Hadestown.
When the man received his uniform and got to work, it happened so slowly he didn't think anything of it. The work was hard, and before long memories began to slip from his mind like sand. At first it was small things, like the feel of a breeze on his skin, or the color of leaves from when fall still existed.
His name was the first substantial memory to go; it wouldn't be the last. By the time memories that were once as close to him as breathing had slipped away to be forgotten, he'd forgotten what breathing was too.