Hades parked his chariot by the temple. It was one of the very few dedicated to him. The building was small and not well maintained. Slowly, he climbed the steps up to the altar. He didn't remember the last time he'd been there. People didn't usually summon Hades, and even when they did, Hades didn't usually come. Hades was not a malicious god, but the living that summoned him almost always had malicious intentions. Hades usually found most of their requests unfair, unrealistic, or even borderline psychotic.
He did not generally mind. It would be nice to be more appreciated by the regular population that lived on earth, sure, but Hades also felt that the living weren't really his subjects. They were his future subjects. The time for them to pay tribute to him would come later, and last longer than their time on the earthly plain. He took great comfort and pleasure in this fact.
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