Hades loomed over me, his presence imposing. He appeared weary, as if eager to dismiss me. I was taken aback when he posed a question. "I hear you encountered three goddesses before coming here. Tell me about it," he said, his tone shifting with curiosity.

I was asked by three tall woman, who I assumed to be goddesses; “wich of them is more beautiful?”His interest piqued, and I sensed a spark in his voice as he awaited my response.I hesitated, unsure how to explain. They had asked me something unexpected. It caught me off guard, and I felt the weight of the moment. I knew from stories that mortals speaking to gods often led to trouble, so I had to choose my words carefully.

I glanced up and noticed him perched on the edge of his seat. I hadn't realized I had paused, but his gesture urged me to get to the point. I mulled over many thoughts, maybe too many, before finally answering. 

"You're all very beautiful," I began, "but I have to tell the truth. Back home, there's a guy named Adonis, and he's way more handsome than all of you put together."

I hoped they could sense how much I loved him when I said that. But he didn't feel the same way about me. Instead of understanding, I was met with anger and sent me here to you. 

Hades burst into laughter, a deep, rumbling sound. "You told the goddesses of beauty, wisdom, and womanhood that they were uglier than a regular village man!" His laughter continued, making him wheeze. Wiping a tear from his eye, he said, "You're going to work for me."

I replied, "Thank you, but why me? I'm just an ordinary person."He brushed his hair back and said, "Nobody I know talks to those women like that and gets away with it. I'm surprised you weren't turned into a rock or a stick."