"And even if they hear of him, mortals might assume that Zagreus is every bit as terrifying as his father." Inevitable as death was, Achilles only heard the lord of the Underworld mentioned in hushed tones and rarely mentioned in tales of the gods.
Suffice to say, the first time he stood before his master, Achilles was surprised: Hades was intimidating, to be sure, but also gruff and businesslike. He'd known plenty of mortal men with similar comportments. The more time passed, lingering unease fully gave way to a sort of respect. The god's work is obviously difficult and thankless.
Maybe it's for the best that Hades (and Zagreus) aren't inundated with requests from the living. Only the hopeless petitions of the dead.
"But ... If they ever discover his secret—what a good, kind lad he is—he'll have more temples than he can handle." Achilles smiles and takes one of the offered figs, turning it over between his fingers. "You know, I told him about fig wasps and now he refuses to eat them."
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Suffice to say, the first time he stood before his master, Achilles was surprised: Hades was intimidating, to be sure, but also gruff and businesslike. He'd known plenty of mortal men with similar comportments. The more time passed, lingering unease fully gave way to a sort of respect. The god's work is obviously difficult and thankless.
Maybe it's for the best that Hades (and Zagreus) aren't inundated with requests from the living. Only the hopeless petitions of the dead.
"But ... If they ever discover his secret—what a good, kind lad he is—he'll have more temples than he can handle." Achilles smiles and takes one of the offered figs, turning it over between his fingers. "You know, I told him about fig wasps and now he refuses to eat them."