Father, God King

A GREEK WHO REEKS OF FALSE RIGHTEOUSNESS,

Erebos had called for Hades early that morning, and Hades had excitedly gotten up. Grabbing ahold of his most prized possession currently, the spine of the tiger he hadn't gotten the chance to show his father yet. His father had not said much on their trek to the willows, and Hades was beginning to think he had not made his father proud, but maybe Erebos was just waiting to say something when they got to their destination.

He recognized the Willows now, he had been here twice now. Once to explore, followed closely by Erebos's own bird. Then the second time to kill this very tiger with Redrum. He began to slow as his father did, ears tilting forward to perk up at him. He dropped the spine once his father stopped completely, "Πατέρας? Τι κάνουμε εδώ;" he asked as he tilted his head slightly at his dad, he wondered briefly if it was a test. But he assumed his siblings would be there too, right?

THAT'S WHAT I HATE!