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"Hades? God of the Dead and ruler of the Underworld?" Dia found herself repeating to herself. Aidon gave her an uncomfortable look. "So why does his father want me?"

"He just wants to hurt you." Mr. Phaeton corrected her.

"But why?" Dia repeated.

"I think it's time you two went home." He looked out of the glass wall leading to the balcony and noticed the sun setting.

"Casper is on his way." Aidon stalled.

"Casper is already here. Now get out of my apartment." Mr. Phaeton groaned.

"Why are you so keen on kicking us out?" Dia raised an eyebrow.

"Neither of your's business." He looked at the two expectant students. "Fine. I've got a date coming over."

"You need to stop sleeping around with mortals!" Aidon exclaimed.

"She's not a mortal for fuck's sake." Mr. Phaeton protested.

"Stop sleeping around then."

"None of your business. Now leave." He ushered the two out of his apartment causing Dia to hold on a laugh that was begging to explode.

"Does he sleep around often?" She finally asked when they were in the elevator.

"A different woman each night." Aidon sighed.

"I always thought... With his get up and attire and attitu-"

"Oh he's got some charm. He's a God for crying out loud of course he gets laid easy."

"And... Unlike most gods he hasn't gotten even a single woman pregnant?"

"No. Why are we talking about this?!" He groaned. The elevator doors opened before Dia could reply and he strode off leaving her. She quickly struggled to hurry after him and they stepped outside, getting in through the door that was being held open by the chauffeur to the sleek black Maserati Quattroporte. He slipped in casually and she followed, slightly fazed when the door shut behind her. This was the only type of small space she felt comfortable in. A car.

"I get that you're the son of Hades and all but does everything around you have to be black too?" She questioned, not surprised by the lack of colour.

"I can absorb colours. Why opt for colours when I can just stick to something I can't change." He said casually.

"Do you like, absorb it on purpose of by accident?" She asked in a teasing tone. He didn't reply. Just simply touched her blood red Prada handbag. Nothing happened, leaving her relieved as she sighed.

"Purpose." He finished and she watched in horror as the colour began to slowly fade out, starting from his hand as the monochrome shades began to expand on the fabric.

"Shit! Stop!" She grabbed her bag and pulled it away. "Oh my god! This was one of a-You jerk."

"Whatever. I can afford to pay them to just make another one." He went back to sitting up straight.

"If your parents cast you away, how are you so goddamn rich anyway?" Dia was growing curious of the boy beside her more than ever, now that she knew more about who he really was.

"Did I forget to mention Hades is also the God of riches? Whatever he has the ability to do, I can do it too." He said nonchalantly.

"So you dig out gold and stuff?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I do not go to the riches. The riches come to me." He gave her a sharp look before sighing. "I can't believe they're making me do this." He groaned before the door opened and he slipped out. She followed behind him.

"So what was that thing about the thirteen dead people your cousin Esa was so furious about?" She asked curiously.

"Shush. My servants are not all beings of fantasy. Most of them are mortal. I prefer if you spoke in Greek than have them overhear about the Gods and what not." He dodged her question.

"Right..." She nodded slowly. "So?"

"So what?" He snapped at her.

"What was it about?"

"What was what about?"

"Stop avoiding my question you know what I meant!" She whined. He turned to her and gave her a strong look.

"Listen to me." He seemed fairly angry. "Stop snooping. Your whiny bitchy attitude does not apply here. My mortal servants might heed to your words but I certainly never will. You and your powerful charmspeak has no effect on me."

"Charmspeak?" She questioned, confused.

"By Gods have you been kept in the dark you entire life?!" He groaned running a hand through his hair. "Charmspeak. Your ability to easily manipulate mortals with your words." He sighed.

"Oh..." She said nothing more. She figured it had something to do with her real parents. Who were they... As much as she wanted to know, she realised that the Moirai didn't want her to know yet. She could wait. She most certainly could.

"Wh-" he began to speak but she interrupted him.

"Who're my real parents?" She blurted out before she could stop. Now that she thought about it, as much as she wanted to know, she was afraid. He looked at her intently. He realised that there was so much she hardly knew. Or knew at all.

"You'll know in due time. Just wait for it." He led her to a room and waited at the door as she stepped inside. "You'll be staying here. And, stay out of other rooms. Do not snoop. Do not eavesdrop. And please, behave."

"What do you mean of course I-" she began to protest.

"Just so you know, my parents didn't cast me away. My father did." He said to her before slamming the door shut in her face. She stared at the door for a few moments. With all the dark maroon and purple colours, the place was still dull and lifeless for her. She liked the red, but she would honestly kill to have some orange or bright pink in there at the moment.

Ok, so maybe kill wasn't the right word in the place she was in right now. She sighed as she sat down on the bed. What was she going to wear? She couldn't live on her OOTD for today for the rest of her life. Plus, what of her toiletries? She needed to maintain her perfect hygiene. Certainly he wouldn't have time or give enough care to look after her well?

She was wrong. The moment she stepped into the bathroom, she was shocked by all the products placed before her. He seemed to be an expert beautician... Or who ever did his shopping for him certainly was. She walked out of the bathroom and nearly screamed in shock when she saw three figures in her room. A young woman holding a baby(at least... She hoped it was a woman, she couldn't really tell) and an old woman. They were all dressed in identical clothing and now that she looked closer at them, she could swear they looked painfully identical. Their clothing, blue eskimo outfits seemed to glitter and sparkle, radiating with a sort of light she could not place.

"Who are you?!" She asked.

"I am Atropos." The old woman croaked.

"I am Lakhesis," the young woman followed before pointing to the baby. "And this is Klotho."

"We are the Moirai."