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HADES

Hades scowled as he sat on his throne, utterly still. He hated being here with the rest of the Olympians; he still wasn't used to having a seat and a voice in the council. He just wanted to stay home-if you could call the Underworld a home-and yell at his son for not being a Percy. For not being heroic enough, for not being the right kind of hero. His son would melt into the shadows, while the son of the sea spawn rode the waves of adoration. Ironic, really.

Hades would never tell anyone, except perhaps Persephone, but he held a deep respect for Percy Jackson. At twelve, he had accomplished what his son at twelve would never have dared, and at sixteen, he had saved the world-again!-while Nico had made a…a cameo appearance, if you will. And now, at Percy's too-early time of death, he had won the respect and favour of Olympus where the di Angelo brat never would. As much as Hades (grudgingly) loved his son, he was also jealous of Poseidon for having such a hero to call his son.

Sighing, he sat up straighter as Zeus and the other gods flashed onto their thrones, and Zeus cleared his throat. "Hades?" he asked.

To distract himself from the jealousy, anger and sorrow that whirled in his head and heart, Hades started to describe every single soul he'd managed to meet, judge or see since the last solstice. He was right-it was distracting, and boring besides. Half the gods looked ready to be ripped apart from boredom alone. Every shade was the same; lost, confused, and prone to much loud wailing. They didn't vary much, unless you differentiated the pitches at which they screamed and whether they wailed, sobbed, yelled, cried, screamed, or any combination of those.

After what Hades judged was long enough, he stopped talking, and from the looks of relief on the other Olympians' faces, he wasn't the only one who was glad his spiel was over. "You all know about the quest that Perseus, Annabeth, Piper, Frank, Hazel, Valdez and Jason undertook," Zeus began without preamble. Hades noticed with a pang that the sea spawn had been listed first. Since Nico wasn't one of the Seven, but had merely traveled with them to give his aid, his name wasn't even on the list.

"Well, they have succeeded. The threat of Gaea is no more."

The gods started to cheer, and Hades nodded to himself in relief. Gaea had been an enormous threat to their safety, and it was good that she was gone. Even if he'd already heard the news, it was good to hear it again. It was sure confirmation that it wasn't just one of Hermes' blasted pranks again. He still hadn't forgotten the enchilada one, and still had not exacted vengeance. Perhaps one day Nico would help him respond in kind.

"Now, we have slight, ah, cause for mourning." Zeus' voice tightened, and Hades' throat closed in sympathy. He knew how hard it must be to bear such horrible news to their brethren. "Two demigods passed on as an aftermath of the fight. They have received Elysium for their work. Both fought bravely, mind you… Poseidon, Athena, I'm sorry."

There was only stunned silence for a moment, as the gods tried to work out what their king meant, then Athena screamed, "NO! NOT MY DAUGHTER!" with a look of utter distress on her face. Hades thought of what it had felt like to lose Bianca, and a flash of pain crossed his heart.

Aphrodite yelled that her teepee was ruined…whatever that meant.

"You're wrong, Father! Tell me he's wrong!" The goddess of wisdom and warfare rounded on Hades then, voice shaking.

He hesitated for a split second, not wanting to drive the pain in any farther, but only responded with a cool "I apologize".

Athena closed her eyes, leaning back against her throne with an air of defeat. Artemis, near her, asked if she was alright, but she didn't respond. Poseidon looked equally grieved, and even as Athena tried to pull herself together, failing miserably, and Poseidon sank deeper into his own personal Tartarus, Hades quietly, silently and rather impassively mourned for the heroes who were gone. They had done the world a great service-but then again, Hades concluded, they were better off in Elysium.

And so he thought no more of Percy and Annabeth for the remainder of the meeting.

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