Nichole entered the bookstore, brushing strands of hair out of her face. This particular store seemed to be the talk of the town, rumors of cursed books and horrible things befalling those who entered, but the young girl paid no mind to them. Thinking of the rumors as only that, meaningless superstition that held no real evidence, at least to her. She scanned the inside of the shop, the books seemingly untouched for many years, some even decorated with a few cobwebs. The sight sort of saddened the foreign exchange student, books were something she keep very close to her heart and her free time was usually spent reading anything from fiction stories to government reports. As see looked around she was addressed by an elderly man who seemed to be the owner of the establishment. Nichole jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, as she did not notice his presence until now. The man looked to be much older than sixty, but to the young students surprise still sported fine looking brown hair. 

Nichole responded in a kind and gentle voice, her accent thick in her words marking her as an obvious foreigner to these parts, "Oh, I-I just wanted to look at your books." She gave the old gentleman a small friendly smile as she continued to look around the ancient store when a particular golden laced book caught her eye. The title of the book was in a language that seemed to be unfamiliar to the girl. The words also appeared to be written in what seemed to be blood, as the lettering was of a crimson red colour and were dry and rough, unlike ink. The strange book gave Nichole a very unsettling feeling, but at the same time, pulled her in and peeked her interest. As she gazed at the book that sat on top a desk near by, she pointed at it and asked the old owner, "Um, if I may ask, what is that book?"   

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Hades pale figure sat in a large throne made up of decrepit human bones, he was leaned on one of the arms of the throne as he looked upon Thanatos and Veluis, quite pleased with there work. His black armor made a metallic clanging sound as he shifted a bit, now sitting straight up. The pale god nodded at Thanatos as a way of telling him "Good work" with out needing to tell him. He did this often, for the god disliked speaking in a kind manner, unless of coarse he was speaking with his lovely Queen Persephone. Non the less, no matter how mean or cold-hearted he appeared, he knew the two understood that he cared for them. Unlike the other gods, who Hades had a burning hatred for. 

When the Queen mentioned that he should give Thanatos a break he shot a questioning gaze at her as if he was on trail for a horrendous crime, "Please, if I were to give this sod anytime off who'd take care of the souls who seem to think themselves to good for punishment? I know I wouldn't, besides, like he said he's got a lot of work to do." Hades leaned back in his throne, crossing his arms, as a skeleton like figure approached him and whispered something to him before leaving,  "Anyway, you are dismissed Thanatos, I have some business to take care of with my brothers." When the Death King stood his small build was much more obvious, but even with such a scrawny body, Hades knew how to intimidate even the hardest of warriors. He turned to the Queen and bowed, "If you could look after the Underworld for a few moments, my dear. Zeus and Poseidon want to have a meeting."