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If Hermes was here, it could only mean one thing: there was news from Olympus, likely from Zeus himself. But why seek out Hades of all gods? A question that rattled me as my fingers hovered over the door handle. The reality that I was inhabiting Hades was surreal enough; dealing with an Olympian emissary was a whole new level. I swallowed, my pulse racing as I steadied myself.

CLICK.

The door opened, and there stood Hermes. He wasn\'t draped in godly robes or adorned in celestial armor as I\'d expected. Instead, he looked almost… casual, wearing a simple blue shirt and beige trousers. Bright, mischievous eyes looked back at me from a young, clean-shaven face that held a smile wide enough to make even the sternest judge relax.

"Yo!" he greeted with a wave, his voice loud, casual, familiar in a way I hadn\'t anticipated. I was caught off guard, blinking at him as if he were some apparition.

"What\'s with this look?" I said, trying to keep my voice cool and cryptic as Hades might. "You look… underwhelming."

Hermes laughed, the sound startlingly youthful. "Still as blunt as ever, I see! It\'s been, what, a century since you last opened a door in my face?" His eyes sparkled with mischief, and for a moment, I was reminded of the Hermes I\'d read about in myth, the god with the quickest wit in all Olympus.

But that casual demeanor, that laid-back outfit— it all felt wrong, like something in Olympus was being twisted before my eyes. "Why are you here, Hermes?" I asked, making my voice firmer, deeper, echoing the power that lingered in this body.

Hermes chuckled, scratching his head. "Straight to the point, I see." He fumbled in his pocket, his brow furrowing as if trying to remember something. "Let\'s see... where did I put it? Zeus sent me with a message, said it was urgent… ah!" He vanished in a blur, leaving me standing alone for a brief moment before reappearing in a rush, slightly out of breath. In his hand was a scroll.

"There we go," he said with a triumphant grin, holding it up. "This is from Zeus. Says it\'s urgent. Thought I\'d deliver it in person."

He handed it to me, and I took it, unrolling the scroll carefully. My eyes skimmed over Zeus\'s bold, furious handwriting as I processed the words. The message was as straightforward as it was foreboding: Prometheus has crossed a line.

A chill ran down my spine as I read further. This wasn\'t the casual reprimand I\'d expected— it was an ultimatum. Olympus was on the edge of war, and Prometheus, the so-called "champion of humanity," had ignited a divine scandal. His decision to gift fire to humanity had defied the gods and exposed a hidden vulnerability that even the mighty Olympians couldn\'t ignore. If this was true…

Hermes\' voice broke into my thoughts, his tone lighter than it had any right to be given the gravity of the situation. "Oh, and one more thing," he said, as if remembering an afterthought. "Poseidon wanted me to tell you Zeus is furious and ready to wipe out humanity over this. He wants you to stop him and save humanity."

My heart jolted. This wasn\'t just mythology anymore; it was a living, breathing narrative, and humanity\'s fate hung on the razor\'s edge. Every word in the message felt like a warning, like an omen from the depths of Olympus itself. Zeus\'s rage was infamous, a storm that could tear apart worlds— and here I was, forced to play Hades in the thick of it all.

My mind raced as Hermes watched me, clearly oblivious to my inner turmoil. There was something disconcerting about his carefree demeanor, almost as though he were blissfully unaware of the coming storm. Or was he? The gods had a way of masking their true intentions, of hiding in plain sight.

I forced my expression into a frown. "Is that all? Seems like something Zeus would have handled himself."

"Ah, good to see that skepticism alive and well," Hermes said, giving me an approving grin. "But no, I\'m afraid he\'d rather you handle this one. Who better to deal with Prometheus\' mess than Hades himself?"

I met his gaze, studying the spark of amusement in his eyes. "And why would that be?"

"Oh, you know," he said, his voice almost mocking, "the king of the underworld has a way of instilling fear even in the heartiest troublemakers. Besides, Zeus believes this whole affair with Prometheus is… beneath him." He chuckled, clearly amused by his own words.

I held back a sigh, wrestling with my frustration. As much as I might want to resist, it was becoming clearer by the second that I had little choice but to navigate this delicate web of divine politics. The fate of countless souls might very well rest on how convincingly I could play my part.

"Fine," I replied coolly, my voice as cold as the halls of Hades. "Tell Zeus he will have his answer soon."

With a lazy salute, Hermes turned to leave, his eyes twinkling with that same unbreakable cheerfulness. "Don\'t take too long, Hades. Olympus doesn\'t wait forever."

And then he was gone, leaving me with a mind full of questions. What if this was only the beginning of something far more intricate? The gods didn\'t often seek Hades\'s counsel, let alone send messengers with urgent requests. It felt like a dark prelude, the calm before a storm yet to be fully realized.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of it all settle upon me. Here I was, caught between myth and reality, each action a step into a story that had already unfolded across time. Yet a part of me bristled, unwilling to accept the role of a passive observer. If I was to live as Hades, then perhaps I could rewrite his story.

And as I looked out the window to the vast, unknown landscape of the underworld, the faint whisper of my thoughts echoed: What if the future of Olympus rested in my hands?