"To think you came home crawling in the end."
The voice that had spoken was full of vice even in face of his cold visage.
Hades's reaction was one would expect, empty and almost soulless. It's even hard to imagine that his face would even showcase any emotion as he looked back, barely lifting his head to look up. It's clear that he has no concern to whatever was said to him, not even the slightest bothered which one might expect annoy the person who had spoken to him, especially when the person aforementioned was known to have pride as high as the moon.
Somnus, a fae himself had a sharp pointy ear with a color of eyes that stood between dusk and dawn. His expression was bitter as he looked at him and Hades now finally recalled why this man was so apprehensive towards him.
When Hades looked down at his knees, the man's face turned sharper.
"How is your knees now?"
"You dare to ask!" Somnus gritted his molar enough for it to crack.
