“You have been told who I am, Hades the God of the Dead and Karia’s father so my purpose should be obvious!” His voice boomed as he announce what Karia had felt in her bones was the truth. Some many things fit, her gifts, her mother’s weird habits, and all her life in general. She felt numb suddenly as she looked at him, a magic wind blowing of their hair about as his anger rose swiftly. Hades went to step forward and as he raised his hand, cursing the boy, Karia stepped in the way as ball of bright fire flew from his palm. It hit her squarely in the chest and dissipated without so much as leaving a singed area.

“Don’t touch him.” Her voice was barely controlled as she spoke to her father. “What he says is true…all of it.” She watched as his face turned pained when he realized she was not taking the news well and quite honestly wanted him gone.

“Well I am sorry my dear but for now we need to find out what happened. The easiest way to do that is for me to see for myself.” He reached his hand out then. “Give me your hand and I will see through you.” She looked at him a few moments before looking over her shoulder to Arch and stepping forward. As she put her hand out the shadows began to cover her form, finally turning to a solid Greek styled dress. As it did she raised an eyebrow at him as he shrugged. “It is odd for me to look at her nearly naked…what can I say. Now let us start.” As Hades took his daughter’s hand a smile trace his face suddenly and then he closed his eyes. Suddenly the both seemed to sync to each other, both their eyes clearly moving from underneath their eyelids. As the dream like moment ended they both opened and settle back into themselves.

“So?” She looked up at him, taking her hand back and feeling the fear all over again.

“It seems the boy was truthful.”

Arch was a bit taken aback at everything as it unfolded in front of him and yet some part of him found residence with all of the supernatural, unexplainable things in his life. He smiled at the quick change in outfit of the beautiful girl before him, her father having a taste very much his own. Call him old fashioned and you might be right. Before Arch could speak up and ask the questions he had about his own birth being called out and his father discussed the room shook with thunder and lightening struck all around then, Arch pulling Karia to his chest, her back tucked against him. His arms locked around her as his eyes lifted to the ceiling, waiting for the roof to fly off any minute.

Hades growled under his breath, seeming to hold a conversation with a diety the rest of them could neither see nor hear. He moved toward Karia and Arch, pulling the girl from his arms and stepping so close Arch's nose was pressed to the top of the large man's chest. He wanted to back up in fear, the feeling a horrid nightmare rushing along his nerve endings causing his reactions, but he held his ground. Hades eyes turned red and fire seem to dance in them as he lowered his face to the boys and smoke in a tone that would wake the dead and kill the living.

"If you do anything to harm Karia I will see to it that you have a personal hell waiting for you when you leave this world boy. You've not felt pain or sorrow to the likes of what you'll experience should you fuck up. Hear me?" He growled again as lightening danced through the ceiling and zapped the king of the underworld a few times, Hades ignoring it as if it never happened.

Arch nodded and spoke with a voice that didn't belong to him. "Yes, Sir. I shall protect her with all that I am."

Hades backed up, not satisfied, but his brother would wait no longer. "You've no idea what you are..." He vanished in a black cloud of smoke, Arch's shoulder slumping as he let the air from his lungs and looked to Karia.

"What the fuck was that?"