Myth [h.s au]

Chapter 1

Everything was silent until a muffled explosion broke the serenity. The sound was all too familiar to everyone inhabiting the Underworld, not a single soul stopping to wonder about the commotion.

A loud groan of frustration vibrated in his throat, fingernails sharply digging into the crevices of his palms. The visible veins on the tops of his fisted hands were more prominent, his knuckles white from the pressure. With a huff of exasperation, he threw the lush crimson satin covers off his bare body and got out of bed, his feet tapping over the floor as he began walking back and forth, trying to ease the tension caused by his recent dream.

Once again, Hades dreamt of something that he instantly forgot after waking up. Something torturous for him because he felt a strong pain in his chest every time.

And once again, he had no explanation for it. Once again, he realised he was still trapped here after waking from his slumber. Problems apparently don't disappear when you go to sleep.

He puffed out his cheeks when he took a look around him, rolling his eyes. His once impeccable room was a mess, bits of his ruined furniture scattered all around, the crystal chandelier now broken into uneven glistening pieces beneath his feet. The stench of smoke was permeating the air, the flickering flames slowly dying out. Since he got very upset, the surge of his fire energy exploded all around him, the flames ruining everything they could reach.

Niall's heavy sigh caught the god's attention as his loyal servant calmly entered his royal chambers, a large bucket filled with frigid water dangling in his pale hand. Even though Hades was completely bare, Niall didn't care considering he had seen him like that too many times to count. God of death loved sleeping naked.

He bowed to his King before his icy blue eyes locked with the fiery red ones. "You know what follows, your lugubriousness."

The god grunted in response, his bare arms and torso burning with his firey glow, irises red as blood instead of minty green, pale cheeks flushed. Once again, he had gotten angry and was unable to calm himself, resulting in Niall having to interfere. His strong arms crossed over the broadness of his chest as if he was a pouty child, glaring at him with threatening, flaming eyes, watching his completely unfazed expression. Niall was used to seeing the god of death like this.

After all, Hades was always angry. Sometimes less, sometimes more, but overall, it was his constant mood.

"Don't you dare," Hades muttered. "I am completely calm now."

"You said you shall say that when it happens again and that I should ignore it. Apologies, your Majesty, but orders are orders," Niall replied smoothly, enjoying what he was about to do and not even trying to hide it as a smug smirk spread over his face.

He gave Hades no time to prepare as he swung the bucket, spilling the ice cold water all over him. The cool temperature instantly pulled the god from his angered state, the glow disappearing as steam billowed from his skin, sizzling filling the air. Locks of his long hair stuck to the sides of his chiselled face and plastered themselves over his back and shoulders, his temper slowly beginning to go back to normal. The beast inside him had retreated for now.