Later that night, Hades stands in the Coliseum Gates, fuming. He holds a Hercules
statue in his hand
Hades: He’s strong, he’s kind.
The statue flexes his muscles
Hades: He’s always there for you, and he’s handsome to boot.
The statue crosses his arms and winks
Hades: He’s perfect. Perfect. Perfectly infuriating! He makes me
crazy.
Hades turns red, roasting the statue. The hair on his head blazing hot, he explodes in
a burst of flames. As the smoke settles around him, he catches his breath and returns to
his cool blue shade
Hades: Wait a minute. What are you worried about? All the pieces are
in place. Relax. Here’s what you do. Let Hercules train the kid. In the next games, I’ll
take care of them both.
He makes a fist as the horned witch appears behind him, her staff held firmly in her
hands
Hades: Who invited you to the party? Stay out of this. This is my
show.
??????????: As you wish. Fight to your heart’s content.
Hades smirks, nodding, before noting the witch’s tone, and scowling as she
disappears.