My eyes narrowed, hand clenching by my side. Anyone who spoke ill of Hades was asking for it. But in this body, and against a God, I knew full well there wasn’t an awful lot I could go apart from being scolded myself for trying.
"I’d rather not partake in such activities, distracts me from plotting revenge against certain aquamen, your fishy-ness"
I mocked a bow. Hades was one thing, but a word against my other form really had my teeth grinding together, forbidding me from saying anything further. I refused to tarnish Hades’ name by acting so foolishly.
"Aquamen," Poseidon huffed, waving a hand dismissively. "You have a fairly wild tongue. No doubt a result of spending so much time with my brother. You know, the whole doom and gloom attitude must be contagious, really. Or is it just that you treat us other gods with such an attitude?"
With a playful grin, Poseidon placed a strong hand on the other's shoulder. "You're loyal. I like that. I don't think the Underworld is an all too lovely place, but I will admit that the loyalty down there is astounding. Really, how does Hades convince people to follow him so closely?"
