“You’re late,” Ilias said, not looking at him but at the starting gate where the horses and their jockeys marched into place. “And you’re a satyr,” Hades replied, following his gaze. Ilias glanced at him, brow raised in question at the comment. “I thought we were stating the obvious,” Hades said. He did not like to be reminded of his mistakes, though those closest to him—in particular Hecate, Goddess of Witchcraft and Magic—reveled in reminding him that he was very much fallible. Or, as she liked to say, an idiot.
