An oath was beheld, a promise was made, she killed him and his anticipation was betrayed.

The skulls of the tortured souls were laid and their bones were the land on which he walked.

Hades' eyes were menacing, wild, ridden with some dark twisted need. His hands were twitching to tear apart something, till he was blood-bathed. And that something appeared to be found.

A corpse was lying on the ground. Hades' lips morphed into a bone-chilling grin, a dark pleasure running in his veins.

"Ανεβείτε από τους νεκρούς, γιατί θα σας δώσω οργή" his cold voice bellowed and shrieks could be heard, the loud wailing and crying couldn't be...