@eclipticis continued from -> x
Bold is what he would describe this Saint. Or the man could be aware but a fool—which Hades believes to be common among all mortals, Saint or Specter. A frown tugged at the Underworld King's lips. Hades closed his eyes as allowed the silence to permeate between them, his hands folded in front of him. The Saint isn't wrong, some archives are incredibly sacred—yet Hades must ask himself: sacred to whom? What archives, exactly? The some of the words of various deities have spilled from pen to ink and paper and yet... ❝Humans like to disregard what is sacred for the sake of their own narratives and beliefs, Saint. No historical document is truly sacred to you. ❞
At first, he remained in silence, trying to read and get a feel for this unique cosmos energy. Something he has only ever picked up from, a very select few individuals. He wasn't intimidated by it, especially because both currently found themselves, in a place where fights wouldn't take place in. But it didn't mean he would lower his guard completely.
His eyes remained shut, as he juggled in his slender arms a pretty sizeable scroll. "Would you mind elaborating on it? Because I have a feeling, both of us may have different definitions for that term. A handful of manuscripts comes to my mind, that hold that precise value." His voice is ever so soft-spoken while carrying a neutral tone with it.
"I have plenty of time to spare, if you'd like to carry out a friendly talk."
