Hades’s eyes dropped to the God of Mischief who was reclined in his chair, feet propped on his desk. Their eyes met, and a sheepish smile broke out across his golden face. Hades scowled, showing his teeth, and sent the god scrambling to his feet. “I was just keeping it warm,” Hermes defended. Hades glared and took his seat. It was indeed warm, which only made him stare harder at the god. “Nothing but the best for the King of the Dead,” Hermes added with a cheerful grin as he moved to sit on the edge of Hades’s obsidian desk. “If so much as one of your ass cheeks touches this desk, Hermes, I
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