"Because he was."
Deimos's tone somewhat changed and it was clear with the way his gaze drawn back as if emotionally he had took a step back. It wasn't dramatic but it was attention catching.
Or maybe because he had been looking like he would bite but now his voice sounded like a scholar?
"If it wasn't for Hyperion, would he ever be accepted as a normal creatures? I doubt even the air would want to touch him."
"Hyperion?" She repeated the name and came the voice of Crius from beside her, shifting his legs so one was bent to his chest where he then leaned his arms at to help prop his chin.
"That's the name of a tutor here. The ones who teaches about how to live and the way of lives. Hyperion is the best tutor of the kingdom and he used to took care of all the children born from the eggs. As you know, Hades is one of them."
"I heard," she answered with assent. "But what do you mean by plague?"
