Wanted: A Man Named Hades

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul enters the main room, looking around with a smirk. It should be noted that there's a gun in his belt, hidden by his coat, along with a variety of other concealed weapons. "I'm looking for a man named Hades."

Typist: Poor Paul has no idea that there's more than one. Have at him, Hadeses.

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[riveroffire]

Conveniently enough, Phlegethon also has a gun in his belt that's hidden by his coat (which happens to contain a number of other more close-range weapons); in any case, he'll arch an eyebrow incredulously, perfectly aware that this probably isn't intended for him and not particularly caring. "Yes?"

[oilwithvinegar]

"Hello." Paul looks him over appreciatively, then bows. "Prince Paul Marloffski, of Russia. Do you know a man named Felix?"

[riveroffire]

The most greeting he gives in return is a slight, polite nod, and he sounds amused more than anything as he speaks. "I've met him in passing, assuming you mean the man who assists my oldest brother Acheron. Why?"

[oilwithvinegar]

"Acheron, yes. That's the name." Paul smirks. "He's spoken quite highly of your brother, and honestly I'm intrigued by the suggestion that there's a man more evil than myself. I've never met one."

[riveroffire]

Phlegethon gives a quiet snort of laughter. "With all due respect, you'd have to work pretty fucking hard to be more evil than Acheron." Here he offers a hand. "But now I can tell you that I'm Phlegethon Hades. Charmed, I'm sure."

[oilwithvinegar]

"That's what I've heard. I am the most hated man in all Russia, but Felix tells me he's a demon, and I can't compete with that." Paul takes the hand and shakes it firmly. "Likewise. And does your reputation rival your brother's? I had no idea you were such a large family."

[riveroffire]

"I'd advise you not to bother trying." His handshake is just as firm, almost a little too much so, and he'll flash a faint grin. "Perhaps not my reputation, but my actions tend to. To ease your mind, there are only six of us in this generation." A pause. "No, seven. A baby brother was just born." He doesn't quite look pleased at being reminded.

[oilwithvinegar]

"Seven." Paul cocked an eyebrow. "You don't like babies?"

[riveroffire]

Dryly, then: "I'm just so fucking terrified of being forced to babysit. I'd end up killing it."

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul laughs at that. "I'm sure they'll find someone else. Is it true you're all demons?"

[riveroffire]

Phlegethon shakes his head slightly, amused again. "We're human. Mostly."

[oilwithvinegar]

"Mostly?"

[riveroffire]

"Mostly." Another, toothier grin. "But not entirely."

[oilwithvinegar]

"How fascinating. And all evil, I hope?"

[riveroffire]

That gets a scowl out of him. "Not quite all." He'll elaborate if asked, maybe.

[oilwithvinegar]

"Oh? You seem... disappointed. I know I would be."