“We’ve had another,” Thanatos said.
Somehow, Hades knew what the god would say, even before he opened his mouth. It was as Hades anticipated—Sisyphus had not been content with merely avoiding imminent death. He wanted to avoid death altogether.
“Who this time?” Hades asked.
“His name was Aeolus Galani.”
Hades was quiet for a moment, crossing the room to his desk. It was an attempt to walk off some of the fury he felt toward the mortal who was defying death and harming others.
“His soul?”
Thanatos shook his head.
Hades slammed his fists on the desk. A fissure appeared down the center of the perfect, shining obsidian. The two gods stood in silence for a moment as each of them processed how to move forward.
“What connection does he have to Sisyphus?”
“There is only one. They were both members of Triad,” Thanatos replied. “Our sources say Aeolus was an elevated member of the organization.”
Hades brows lowered. He understood Sisyphus’ motives for killing Alexander. He had been an underling, someone whose addiction had led to a debt. Sisyphus had seen him as disposable, but a high-ranking member of Triad was different. His death was like declaring war. What had motivated Sisyphus? Had he learned about Hades’ encounter with Poseidon? Was he hoping to send a message? Did he think himself invincible now that he was in possession of the relic?
“The Fates?” Hades asked after a moment.
“Furious.”
He was not sure why he asked, he knew they were in an uproar. He had not visited their island since he had returned Atropos’ scissors, and even that had been an ordeal. As soon as he had entered, the three began lecturing and threatening. He could only imagine how they sounded now, wailing in a horrible refrain, threatening Hades in the only way they knew how—to unravel what he had always wanted.
He was already doing a fine job of that on his own.
“What will we do?” Thanatos asked, and his voice was quiet, full of a melancholy Hades felt in his chest.
He turned, straightened his tie, and buttoned his jacket.
“Summon Hermes,” Hades answered.
Thanatos’ pale brows furrowed. “Hermes? Why?”
“Because I have a message to send,” Hades said.
Lucky for Hermes, it would not even require words.
***
Hades left the Underworld and teleported to Nevernight. He had expected to go about his usual rounds, wandering unseen among the mortals and humanoids crowding the floor below, sending his staff to deliver passwords to the lounge above, before ascending to bargain, except when he arrived, he was summoned to the balcony by Ilias.
“My lord,” the satyr said as Hades approached.
“Yes, Ilias?”
He nodded to something in the distance, and Hades’ eyes narrowed as he followed.
“That nymph. I believe she’s one of Demeter’s, here to spy on Persephone.”
Demeter had all types of nymphs in her employment—alseids, daphnaie, meliae, naiads, and crinaeae—but this one was a dryad, an oak nymph. She wore a glamour, probably hoping that she would go unnoticed, but Hades could see her green skin beneath the magic. Even if her nature was not apparent, it was obvious she was up to something. Her eyes roamed the crowd, seeking and suspicious. She was clearly looking for someone.
“Has Lady Persephone arrived?” Hades asked, keeping his tone neutral, and yet after the embarrassing conversation he’d had with Hecate in his garden, he could not help being hopeful.
“Yes,” Ilias responded, and Hades felt a mix of relief and tension build inside him all at once, a push and pull that made him eager to see her. “The nymph followed her in. I didn’t prevent her from entering in the event that you wish to speak to her.”
“Thank you, Ilias,” Hades said. “Have her removed from the floor.”
At Hades’ request, Ilias spoke into his mic. In seconds, two ogres emerged from the shadows. The nymph’s eyes widened at their approach, one on either side. There was a short exchange, but she gave no fight and allowed the two creatures to escort her into the darkness of the club. They would leave her in a small, windowless room to wait until Hades was ready to confront her.
“You know what to do,” Hades said. “I’ll be there shortly.”
Ilias would conduct a background check on the nymph, learn her name, her associates, and her family. It was an arsenal of sorts, a way to weaponize words so Hades could obtain what he wanted from the nymph—for her to defy her mistress.