MissMonie

 Hades glanced at the entrance for what had to be the millionth time that day before sighing and running his hand through his uncharacteristically messy black hair. He usually wasn't like this, he was much better at entertaining himself, better at being patient. He couldn't seem to help it though. A lot of bad things could have been said about his home, but he loved it despite that. The only problem for hims was how lonely it tended to get and he often felt as tortured and miserable as many of the other souls that resided in the underworld. It was the middle of the summer which meant Persephone was away and most likely making the most of he