She's my responsibility

Atropos entered the living room of her house and found her sisters weaving the threads of life.

She sat back in her chair and stared at the scissors on her desk, there were already too many other threads to be cut the job would never end.

People would be born and die at any moment.

"We must speak with Nix... The gods are influencing their destinies..."

Clotho, the youngest, stared at her sister in astonishment.

The young girl sighed tiredly, throwing some disheveled strands of her hair back. "Nix must be busy..."

Atropos smirked. "I'm tired, we work so hard to see people ignoring the force of fate."

Lachesis who was focused on weaving whispered. "Talk to Moros, don't bother Nix she's not interested in that kind of stuff."

Atropos nodded and finally stood up.

The Moirai lived in a house full of threads and sewing materials, their days and nights were based on weaving fate.

All lines were stored in one room and Atropos could feel how much time was left for each one.

It was instinctive and natural for her.

By touching the lines she could trace the life of each one, but touching several could cause disturbances in the face of destiny.

She closed the door and watched the lines glint gold and touched several of them at once.

Atropos could feel the temperature around her body drop and time abruptly stop.

"You called me?"

A male voice echoed and Atropos simply nodded.

A black shadow rose like smoke and materialized into a male silhouette.

"I can't feel the lines of Ina and Hela."

The shadow was Moros, the god of fate.

The shadow of a chair materialized and he sat down on it. "Their destiny doesn't belong to us, we just take care of them for being with Erebus... Why are you worried? This one does not fit your profile..."

Atropos sighed and touched her face in a gesture of dissatisfaction.

Moro laughed, feeling funny, he had never seen Moira who always stood out as the most patient, now showing up with such complicated feelings. "You look tired… Atropos, does death haunt your existence?"

Atropos insistently denied and explained. "No, I just don't have a good feeling about what's about to happen."

Moro remained silent and somehow he understood Moira's thoughts and simply stood up and the shadow gradually disappeared. "Atropos, fate sometimes changes of its own accord and the gods just think they can control the threads we weave."

Moro's presence finally faded and Atropos sighed.

There was nothing she could do after all.

Finally everything was back to normal, temperature or time.

Atropos leaving the room faced the divine fate lines and sighed.

She would not interfere and her only school was to accept the role she was given.

Far away, Hermes watched the darkness of the horizon, he found it amazing how there was no difference between facing the darkness or keeping your eyes closed.

One of his favorite pastimes was to lie on the floor and let time pass in worry.

Hela and Ina were currently very busy getting dressed and getting ready for the wedding.

Hermes was efficient and had made sure everything they needed to make this wedding was ready and on hand, but he already had what he needed and even wore a suit and tie.

He just patiently waited for the moment when they were fully prepared.

As he waited he took advantage and listened to the silence around him.

After a few seconds it just disappeared. "Hades, what are you snooping around?"

Hades who believed to be completely hidden and felt irritated with Hermes. "..."

It was obvious that Hermes could sense the presence of another divine, maybe Ina and Hela being without their powers couldn't, but he definitely could.

Furthermore, it was really impossible not to notice Hades' presence.

Hermes didn't even bother to look where Hades was and he could hear him just fine and that was enough.

It was very obvious to all Hela's disagreements with Hades and Loki and Hermes had heard many rumors going around about it.

In reality, Hela's punishment was one of the great events among the gods, everyone talked about it.

He wasn't gossipy, just knowledgeable.

He smiled, feeling funny.

Hades' presence would mean destroying the wedding feast. "Well... Today is Hela's wedding, were you invited?"

Hades who hid in the darkness, kept himself hidden even talking to Hermes.

He wanted to be able to watch the wedding ceremony, but he knew perfectly well that if he appeared before Hela, she would probably throw him out.

"Shut up..."

Hermes snapped his fingers and several blankets and pillows appeared around him. He turned around hugging the pillow, he felt sleepy and tired. "I advise you to get out of here, she hates you."

Hades watched Hermes and sighed. "I know."

He was really tempted to just leave, but he still wanted to be able to see Hela one more time.

Hermes, who could sense Hades' indecision, smiled in satisfaction. "Well, you cheated on her, what do you want? Do you want her to marry you?"

Hades had no answer for that, he could only feel irritated.

He watched the house where Hela was living with Ina and for a few seconds he felt the strong expectation of seeing the door being opened.

"Are you ready to see her?"

Hades heard Hermes' question and turned his gaze to him to finally observe that he kept the same way on cloths and pillows.

He thought silently and felt the abyss of uncertainty in his heart.

No, he wasn't ready.

"She will stay here for a thousand years, maybe her anger will lessen in that time… That time will be nothing for someone busy like you… Right?!"

Hermes finally got up and snapped his fingers so that everything disappeared, in a few moments there was only darkness again.

Hades saw that Hermes made everything disappear, including the house on the horizon.

Hermes approached Hades even without really seeing him and the two were just a few steps away from each other.

The young, smiling Hermes was now serious and somewhat irritated.

"She's my responsibility... Don't you think you should take care of your responsibilities?"

Hades could barely breathe, not because he was scared, but because Hermes wasn't a good person to have conflicts.

He was everywhere and despite not having a kingdom he had dominance in many matters.

The atmosphere was strange.

Hermes glanced at his wristwatch and his serious face gave way to a broad, playful smile.

He could see the hours tick by and it reminded him of something.

"I believe you know that Charon must be arriving at her palace by now... I'm sure you will be very busy with so many trials."

Hades had no space to respond to Hermes, that was a correct statement and that somehow forced him to understand that he should leave immediately.

He sighed controlling his thoughts and simply snapped his fingers and disappeared completely.

Hermes sighed in relief and spoke facing the dark immensity. "I owe you an Erebus."

In a few moments the house appeared again.

Erebus listened attentively to the conversation between the two gods and decided to help Hermes, simply because he hated Hades.

He had been imprisoned in Tartarus by Zeus, Hades and Nix.

That place was nothing but himself personified in the midst of Tartarus, becoming part of the place as if he had been part of it since its first day of existence.

It was no longer Tartarus and not even the kingdom of Hades, it was the personification of emptiness so that it became the kingdom of anyone and anyone.

Zeus didn't care about formalities and used him as a kind of guard.

But despite being trapped in oblivion within his existence he was the last to give the word.

It was very simple for him, he hid the existence of Hela and Ina within himself.

There was no way to track something through the void, it was simply impossible and if it was going to make things difficult for Hades.

Erebus would gladly do anything.