With his black robes flowing behind him he entered the Underworld furious at what the Moirae had told him. He walked into his study that was surrounded by black marble; he paced back and forth next to his stone desk. "Damn it!" Hades screamed, as he slammed his fist down on the table. The information the Moirae had given him, made him start to doubt the quest to Alaska.
"My lord, is there something wrong?" Hades turned his gaze toward Charon; he looked at the centaur that was an inch taller than him, had longer shiner black hair that reached the middle of his back, and was wearing a breastplate with Hades symbol in the center.
Hades sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, "Nothing is wrong."
"Sir, I have known you for centuries I can tell when you lie." Charon said to Hades back, he had noticed how tense Hades had been since Persephone's death. He stared at Hades' back and realized he didn't know the man in front of him anymore.
"Pirithous is not in Tartus."
Charon whistled loudly, "How did that happen?"
Hades turned and faced him. "I have no idea.....Who is watching the ferry?"
Charon shrugged a shoulder, "Thanatos."
"What!? Why would you let him watch the ferry?" Charon looked at Hades, with a confused look on his face.
"My lord, Thanatos has watched the ferry before."
"I'm sorry Charon; it's just that we have to keep our eyes on Tartus, now that I know Pirithous somehow left without anyone knowing."
Charon took a deep breath, "My lord does any of this have to do with the death of Persephone?"
Hades turned to his second in command, "Of course it does."
"My lord what did the Moirae tell you?" He watched as Hades sat down in chair that sat in the front of the table. Hades moping and being depressed was something that was foreign to Charon, Hades was all powerful, most feared, and indestructible God, until Persephone, he had watched the powerful Hades become weak the moment Persephone told him that she loved him.