Zane Prologue

Zane stood in the imposing shadows of the commanding throne, the air heavy with the echoes of restless souls. Hades, adorned in the darkness befitting his dominion, regarded his son stoically. 

“Father,” Zane began, his voice carrying the weariness of a thousand judgments. “I won’t do this anymore. I won’t manipulate souls for you.” 

Hades' gaze remained unyielding. “You dare defy me, Zane?” 

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     “I’ve spent centuries punishing souls, pushing them to their limits; it’s become more than I can bear, Father,” Zane declared with a firmness that echoed through the cavernous halls. 

Hades considered his son’s words. A rare moment of silence stretched between them before Hades spoke again. 

“Very well,” Hades spoke, his voice resonating like distant echoes. “If you tire of your duties, perhaps a change of scenery is in order.” 

Zane’s curiosity flickered as his father announced his punishment. “A house with other demigods,” Hades declared. A house with others like yourself that need to learn how the divine order in our world works. Tasks will be assigned to you, and when I see a change, and you understand and do not question my authority, you will be released.” 

Zane's eyes narrowed, sensing the weight of this punishment. “What kind of tasks?” 

“Tasks of my choosing.” Hades' eyes flashed at his son. He snapped his fingers before Zane could question him further.