Hey, Little Songbird

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I wanna lie down forever

Hades watched her silently. She shone as she always did, but it was a dull glare.

Something wasn't right.

He sat down, Nino handing him a drink. He'd installed a window around the platform, because of the last incident.

Business was booming in the mines as always, but his own work load had suffered due to the scare with Ophelia.

Something wasn't right.

"You have a call," Nino said, speaking lowly.

Hades nodded, his hair falling into his eyes. She wasn't even singing the same.

He'd taken care of her. All day. He bathed her, and dressed her. Even coerced her to wear some diamonds.

But nothing seemed to improve her mood.

Something was off. About everything. The accident, her memory loss, her behavior after it and—

"You didn't answer my call...son."

And the devil's presence.

"It's very inappropriate for you to show up here," Hades said in disinterest.

"Your hair...will you ever cut it? Soon it'll be longer than your mother's was."

Hades sighed. "What do you want? You have five minutes before I escort you off the premises."

His father smiled. "I have information."

Hades said nothing.

"About her," he pointed to the stage with a grin.

Hades paused turning to him with his eyes narrowed. "What?"

"If you want it, I want something from you," he grinned. "Quid pro quo."

Hades sighed. "That depends on what you want."

"I think you know exactly what I want," his father smiled reaching out to touch his hair,

Hades moved away. "Are you stupid? Do you really think I would willingly—"

"I've seen how you look at her. Like your mother looked at me. You'll do it."

Hades closed his eyes. "You're sick," he murmured, drinking quietly.

She may contain the urge to run away
But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
Citrezene your fever's gripped me again
Never kisses all you ever send are fullstops, la la la la

His father smiled. "You have choice, Aiden. Do you want to know? She won't tell you, I promise."

He swallows, shaking his head. "No. There's no way, I'll find another way."

"How? No one knows but me. She may not even know. Look at her, son. Something wrong isn't."

She may contain the urge to runaway
But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks
Germaline disinfect the scene my love my love love love
But please don't go I love you so my lovely

Hades swallowed roughly as his stomach turned.

Please don't go, I'll eat you whole
I love you so, I love you, so I love you so
Please don't go I'll eat you whole
I love you so, I love you so, I love you so, I love you so

"My mother would be ashamed of the person you are," he gritted, feeling sick.

Unbothered, his father took a strand of his hair between his fingers.

"You say that, because you never truly knew your mother."

"My mother was an angel."

His father just chuckled. "You think that, because she died before you could know her. But never mind that. Do you want to know why your songbird sings such a melancholy tune?"

Hades clenched his jaw. "What do you want?"

"You know—"

"Say it," he sneered. "Hear how filthy it is with your own ears."

"Spend the night with me, son."

Hades eyes focused on the stage. Her eyes met his quickly. She tried to muster a smile.

He sighed, opening his mouth to answer.

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