He had received the summons from Ares - or well... a message,more like, from Hermes that the God of War wished to see him. Not that Hades was in any hurry to see his nephew. As much as they were family, his nephew had his uses, but the God of War was much too obnoxious for Hades's liking, and if not for his contributions to his realm, the God of Death would've likely banned Ares's entry to his realm entirely.

But war oft times brought death so... some form of forgiveness could still be given.

He was still in no hurry to go see his nephew though. Instead, Hades had spent his time sorting out the many new documents that had appeared with the many souls that were turning up. It has trickled quite a little, indeed, and he was getting impatient as he observed the King of Colchis expertly avoid the clutches of Thanatos... but eventually, he figured he should attend to Ares somehow.

So it was a couple of days after Hermes had dropped the missive, did Hades finally approach the exit to his realm. The realm of death and souls was one that prevented any realm, mortal or immortal, from simply appearing themselves into existence. One had to be beyond the gates and in Erebus, having crossed the River Styx, before one could make use of one's godly abilities to travel without the need for vehicles.

It was there that Hades had raised his fingers, and a swirl of black mist had surrounded him and his dark cloaks, before bringing him to the realm of his nephew itself. It wasn't somewhere Hades frequented, usually the loner of his brethren who kept to the Underworld. Hades's nose wrinkled at the faraway sounds of dogs yapping. He preferred his three-headed guard dog, much more ferocious and actually served a purpose compared to the whiny hounds Ares kept.

"You're just early." he muttered in response to Ares. Raising a hand, he flicked a ball of black smoke towards his nephew, intending for the ball to hit the male god like ice would on a mortal body to alert the younger one of his presence, before settling on his haunches, his eyes only holding the faintest glimmer of interest. "What was so urgent?"

The God of the Underworld sniggered, but shrugged and moved to stand abreast with Ares as his dogs came running back. The male wrinkled his nose, no love lost between him and the two mad dogs Ares called his pets. Again, he much preferred his trained (subjective, to each their own, but Hades liked to believe Cerberus was much better trained) guard dog to the Underworld, the three headed beast probably one of the few beings on earth who would see the affectionate side of the dark God.

"I figured, Ares." He wasn't at all surprised, but when the God of War finally stated his purpose to him, Hades's onyx gaze flickered a hint of surprise, an emotion rarely seen within the God himself. He was a being who judged souls based on their life, and as such little surprised him. Ares, who had rarely shown an interest in a prolonged mortal however, the fact that he was bringing this up to Hades was a rare occurence, and it showed on the dark God's reactions.

"A blasphemous one?" the male echoed, allowing his own memories to sift through, before an irritated scowl appeared on his face as one in particular surfaced in his mind. "The slave? The one who imagines himself a buccaneer, stupidly so?" Hades finally sneered. His smile turned into a satisfied one when Ares announced his plan, the one sided smirk eager. The act for Tython's life was taking too long, but while it was in the process, the God of Death needed something else to take up his interest.

This seemed perfect.

"I agree with your plan... but I still fail to see why my presence is necessary in your plan to use his image?" Hades asked, turning to finally allow his obsidian gaze to meet Ares's, curiosity now brimming in their depths.

Hades had sneered at the idea of keeping the pirate alive. His own mortal form had its own fair share of disagreeable run-ins with the pirate, enough to have Hades disliking his existence. If he had the ability to, he would have snuffed the life out of the mortal a long time ago...but alas, death was not of his jurisdiction, and neither could he fairly justified a killing simply for his own benefit. It was the trials and tribulations that came from being the God of Lost Souls, judge of the afterlife and decider of the dead mortals. He had to remain fair and just, else the Underworld would be chaos.

Yet... to assist his nephew in a wish of his, Hades failed to see why that would be not doable.

So instead, the dark haired male God had smirked when he listened to Ares's diatribe, his plan for the annoyance of a mortal named Lukos. All it took was a quick scan from his inner mind to know exactly who it was the pirate had scorned - a tad difficult task, since Lukos of Meganea had scorned many in his life, and had any number of enemies far and wide.

The task was simple enough, a foreigner who can easily be goaded into attacking the pirate, in a proper circumstance and time. He knew Lukos had a fiery temper, not to mention a taste for women and alcohol. All Hades had to do was ensure he was overly intoxicated and drink, and distracted by pretty ladies, and that woudl prove enough of a handicap for the man named Demetrius to gain the upper hand.

All it would take was one stab, and a kick over a cliff.

"You're all insufferable." Hades retorted with an irritable scowl, but if Ares looked over, the God of War would see his uncle wearing a very self satisfied smirk. With an upturned palm, a bident appeared made of Stygian steel, pale gray in color, glinting in the light in Ares's realm. Hades's cold fingers wrapped themselves around the bident, the God digging it into the ground as he nodded. "But for the sake of the mortal's death, you will have the assistance you need. You owe me though, for doctoring you while you're getting used to his life. I have a very entertaining little human pet I'm intrigued by of late, and you're taking my time away from her."

With another last smirk, Hades stepped back, and knocking his bident against the ground, the familiar black mist swirled around his feet again as he spoke. "Let me know when its done. I will be there." The last few syllables of his spoken words echoed as his body disappeared in the mist. But Hades was a man of his word, and Ares should have no doubt that the God of Death wouldn't let him down.