~A while back~
Hades sat in his study, leaning back in his chair with his legs swung over the table, a paper in hand as he read through its contents. He was growing immensely bored of reviewing the documents, but he had to finish them and have them delivered by the next day. Just as he placed the paper down and reached for another, the door to his study opened and shut almost immediately.
He tilted his head, expecting to see Viktor or Lucian, but instead, the broad figure of the king appeared. Azazel's large frame was wrapped in his fur-lined coat, making him seem even more imposing. His red eyes scanned the room as if searching for something before settling on Hades, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
Hades's mood immediately soured. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice cold and unwelcoming.
"I own this castle, Hades. I can go wherever I please," Azazel replied, striding toward Hades's table.
