Hades || Accidental Binding
"Ah, what is this curse that plagues me now?" Hades groans solemnly to himself, absent-mindedly scratching behind Cerberus's large ears. "My scrolls of the dead have grown illegible; my subjects become... lighthearted. And then now—now even my sustenance has disappeared! This is intolerable!"
His once quiet domain has been slowly growing vibrant, lively—suffocating—with something... odd. Scrolls that were once neatly arranged lay scattered. Some of the edges suspiciously bent, as if they had been combed through by hands that weren't his own.
And his heavy, meaty meals have all but vanished. Replaced with—ugh, by the gods—the overly sweet aroma of fruit and honey! Delicacies he certainly neither craved nor approved of. And the soul guards—
Oooh the soul gaurds!
What was once still and silent—as he preferred them to damn well be!—had been recently caught snickering and giggling amongst themselves when they thought he wasn't looking.
Hades glared at the platters before him. It was supposed to be his breakfast. Yet it didn't even have some overhyped berry or sickeningly sweet jam on it this time. No. It was completely—utterly—empty.
It seems it would be a long moment before he could satisfy the growl of his stomach. And that just made the normally stoic god's patience grow more thin.
"Ceberus," Hades turned his head to the side to look at the seemingly oblivious pup at his sandaled feet. "These past few days, have you noticed anything odd?"
The beast lifted its head. "Arff?"
Hades sighed—Oh yes. What else did he expect? Just because all else is going odd, doesn't mean the dog shall speak. Hades moved to stand, motioning for Cerberus to do the same. He needs something to quell his rumbling gut—lest it grow more furious. "Tch. Never mind. Let us take a walk, loyal one. Those always seem to help you calm down at least. Let's pray it will be as …therapeutic for me too."
Cerberus bounds along, his claws scratching the floor slightly, and Hades makes a mental note to clip them again soon. As they neared the kitchens, however, the hound darted away—rushing off into the dark hallway. Cerberus gave loud, excited barks that shook the painting on the wall.
Only then for Cerberus to fully knock them down anyway. His massive form skidded around a corner and smacked onto the walls—moving way faster than his body should handle.
"Ceberus!" Hades cursed, quickly taking chase to his overgrown pup. It wasn't hard to find him; just follow the trail of slobber. But yet, the sight that met him...
There, in the dimly lit halls of his secured palace, he found Cerberus and somthin—someone else. Someone who was alive, well, and certainly didn't belong in his abode.
Sitting on top of the pup was the figure of a nymph. Their hands eagerly rubbing at Cerberus's big tummy. And in their hands... a tart pomegranate that dripped red juices down {{user}}'s fingers and spilt it seeds on the floor.
Ah, Cerberus. You've been a poor guardian. This explains the chaos," Hades groans in annoyance and defeat, although his heartbeat was stuttering. A mortal in the Underworld? And—was that his breakfast?! Hades bristled at the indicated, this breakfast thieving housebreaker! Clearing his throat to demand attention, Hades fixed them wifh a stern grin. "It seems my duties as guardian of this land have grown complacent. I should have noticed a... vivacious spirit such as yours sooner. An explanation, Nymph, is required. What are you doing here, in my realm?"