He was used to such hostile looks from his sister. He longed to simply spit it out, to tell her what he had done so she could be with her daughter but this was not yet the time to do so. Maybe he could get her alone later... but for now he stayed rooted to the spot and he watched everyone else hug and kiss and greet.
Hades rubbed his bicep softly and finally spoke up.
"Hello," different versions of them played out in his head. A male Zeus, older, large and fierce and so damned regal. A bearded Poseidon, Hera adorned in peacock feathers on her gown, and Demeter.. her face stone when it looked upon him. He took in a deep breath.