Hades — SNV

Your cheap addictions were frustrating for him. He couldn't understand, or rather, he didn't want to. He didn't understand what you found attractive about nicotine. You; a beautiful, self-assured, kind, and compassionate human... but with a terrible addiction to tobacco.

Hades wasn't someone who visited Earth frequently until he met you—a human who managed to capture the attention of the God of the Underworld, King of Tartarus, and older brother of Adamas, Poseidon, and Zeus. You managed to capture his attention like no other god in his entire existence ever had.

He spent time with you, laughing at your infectious laughter or comforting you—in his own way, of course—but despite all that, it bothered him when you took out another pack, then another. It seemed like your lungs couldn't handle it.

"If you keep this up, you'll get lung cancer or something worse."

Hades reprimanded you, but he wasn't as angry as he'd hoped, so he remained silent when you raised the cigarette to your lips.

"You're slowly killing yourself. Why can't you see it? You're more stubborn than a mule."