I hate my father. At least that's what I want. He's an evil bastard. I should hate him. You see, he is Hades. God of the Underworld. I'm his son. I realized that I desperately wanted his approval and at the same time I didn’t want to be anything like him. This is a lousy place to live. And people wonder why I am the way I am. Hades is despicable. Immoral. Tricky. He's my father. I'm not sure why I keep going back to hell. Why do I keep coming back to see him. Why do I torment myself with his indifference? Will I ever learn? Looks like no. It's always the same, just when I think I'm dead to him, he gives me another task. Something light, he says. Something even I—his son's disappointment—can handle. I should have known better. I would have to categorically refuse him. But I couldn’t! I’m doing something stupid and agreeing. Now I must lead the soul to hell. Her time is up. This woman killed an innocent person. Bring her. End her. She's a killer. Deserves to spend eternity here. But it's not as simple as my father said. Not even close.