Ah, there he was, skulking behind the tree. Well, if Zeus had been in his shoes, he damned sure would have skulked a little himself. Perhaps Hades had not been complicit in the attack on Olympus or in the death and wounding of his people. Perhaps his brother had been outmaneuvered by Nyx, that sister-consort of the darkest of them all. But Erebos and Nyx were Hades' subjects, and it was his brother's responsibility to assure his people - including that damned dead corpse in the ground now - respected the boundaries that he had fought hard and long to set into place. It was more than respect, wasn't it? The split between Olympus and Haides was there for a purpose, a reason, order. And Moros and his lot had nearly destroyed that order, had nearly forced Zeus' hand.
The truth was Zeus didn't wish for war. He was not as bloodthirsty as some of his children. But he would have order, and if it meant destroying a few gods who violated that order, he would have done it.
Zeus took in his brother's form in a long, appraising glance. His hand reached out and dusted the shoulder, straightened the tie that mirrored his own, and the King nodded. "I thought to return your subject," Zeus said, gesturing toward the grave. "And to tell you what I have decreed."
He didn't want to wait to see Hades' reaction. Already, his brother showed signs of a stubborn bent this day. But it was perhaps the least he could do - to wait. After all, he thought fairly, the destruction his subjects wreaked had affected Hades as well. Never mind that it was still his doing, through lack of proper rulership.
All that would be at an end now. As Hades would soon see.