Hades eyed the nymph Poseidon had on his lap distastefully. Unlike his brethren, the dark god of the Underworld preferred to keep to himself, and did not partake in the pleasures of the flesh as his brothers seem to enjoy. Occasionally in his jaunts to the Overworld, he enjoyed slaking his desires, but otherwise Hades saw it as mainly slaking a bodily need, and not a necessity as the rest of the Gods seem to take it.

A special gift? He rose a wry brow, a pleased smile on his face as he reached out with his godly feelers and picked up on exactly the dead soul that Poseidon referred to. Making a mental note to peruse his files himself once he returned, the God rolled his eyes again at the obvious display of sexual desire, and instead turned away from Poseidon until he began to stride forward.

Only then, did Hades turned back to his brother, a snicker passing his lips. "You're too kind on them, brother. It wasn't till the storm did I see an influx into the Underworld. Have you been too pleased with all the... women you find then?" he murmured, a sneer curling his lips upwards. He found the attachment to pleasures of the bodily kind a weakness, the kind that Hades did not wish to partake of.

Unlike Poseidon and the rest of the gods who thrived on sacrifices and offerings, Hades had learned to do without - at the very least, not the usual offerings. He was satisfied with the services of his priests and followers, little as they were. Instead, this introverted God preferred to thrive on fear and the smell of death, imminent demise a better sacrifice to him then any blood, animal or beast.

"A large wave?" Hades echoed, disbelief in his tone. "Sure you can do better, Poseidon. A mere wave is paltry." His tone was mocking as he strolled over to the pile of treasures his brother had taken from the drowned sailor. He dipped is hands in the piles of coins, familiar against his skin. The god of the underworld had gold and precious gems all in the mines at his disposal, it is by his generosity that Colchis had such an abundance in their mines.

All he had to do was take it away.

His dark, swirling orbs flickered to Poseidon at the mention of the young princess, and he smiled. Athenia had fallen off his radar for a little - Taengea had been too delicious, it was distracting. But a recent missive his mortal self had received from Athenia had swung his attentions back there, and the smirk returned to his face. "She is a pretty little thing." he murmured, fingers trailing against a large golden ornament. "Split the city in half? So crude. Their waters are infested by sharks though. Whales cause a great deal of damage too?" Hades turned to Poseidon, a calculative look infusing the slow smile he wore. "Finesse brother. Where's the fun in simply splitting the city in half, when we can have havoc and disaster happen instead?"

He was amused at how Poseidon sifted through the various gold and jewelry he seemed to have scrounged from the wreckages he caused. Did he remember then, that most of the materials for those jewelries came from mines and underground chasms of which was under his domain? Hades can have any amount of riches he wanted. None of that intrigued him. What intrigued him was the complexities of human emotions and actions, their conscience and morality. He laughed at the idea of them praying to the other Gods, offering things to their altars, yet none approached him, or even if they did, they did so in terror. Did they forget, that it was he who they would have to deal with upon their deaths? Almost none of them would ever come face to face with Ares, Aphrodite, or even Zeus, the ones they so devoutly pray to.

But everyone would face him, in the sure face of judgment.

He sniggered at his brother's suggestion, letting the gold in his hands drop, as Poseidon tossed the strand of silver beads, swinging it nicely around his neck. It looked ludicrous on him, but for now, Hades allowed it to stay. He had other matters to tend to.

"A whale sounds nice, but pity the poor creature. Do you not have sympathy for your own children?" he murmured in a slow drawl, fingering the silver beads, sauntering closer to his brother's throne. There, he smirked at the question posed.

"Let the sea run red with blood. I'm sure your sharks would love a good feeding? Would they not?" Hades wore that slow smile that was his trademark, equal parts intriguing and mystifying, just like the God of Souls that he was. "Let them scream." he pulled at the silver strand, and collected the beads in his hands, before closing his fists around it."And bring them to me." With a final showcase of strength, Hades's grip tightened so much the silver beads broke to ashes in his hands, trickling out from the sides of his fist.

He had smiled at the question his brother tossed at him. A plan he had formed for a long time, if only to feed his little need for some fun down in his dreary Underworld. After decades of being at the Judgement table, only with occasional help from the Furies (although he did not trust their judgement very well), he needed three very specific people to fill the three seats.

"I have Zenon." he murmured. Waving a hand in the air, a dark mist appeared that showed the face of the beheaded king of Taengea. A bloodied neck of the soul showed the way he died, but otherwise the former King looked quite as he did when he roamed the land of the living, if a littel perplexed at the little cavern Hades had closed him off in.

"Now I simply need two more." the male finished, turning on his heels to level a satisfied smirk at Poseidon. "Two more to fill the seats at my judgement table.... which leaves me free to do other matters." It was no secret who the other two were. They had three Kings in their kingdoms, and Hades would dearly like to have one of each at the seats of the Judgement table.

Besides, Minas had cheated death long enough. It was time for Thanatos to claim his dues.

"Besides, when do I ever complain of a lack of souls, brother?" he slowly drawled, eyes sliding away to back at the wealth the sea god had. Meandering slowly as if he was shopping in a mall, his hands tucked in between the dark folds of the chiton he wore, Hades picked up a red ruby, and flippantly rubbed its gleaming ages. "And your children get to have their fun. It would be fun, would it not?"