Chapter 66

• That day Hades came back home before his usual time. Though he wasn't exactly in terms with me wanting to fight. He believed he wouldn't let any inconvenience slide that far. Though I trusted him, I didn't want to come off as a weak baggage with no knowledge at self defense. Besides, I could help Hades in times of danger that way.
• I glanced at his collection of probably every variety of knives and picked up a claw-like one.
• "If you're thinking of fighting a supernatural with that, then you're already dead," Hades spoke from behind. He had put on a pair of black sweatpants with a gray shirt so tight it put his magnificent muscles on a close exhibition.