Elmar went to bed, dreading the talk he would have with Hades. He fluffed up his pillow again and let his head lie on it. It was stuffy in the room, so he didn't bother with the covers.
But sleep didn't take him. He hadn't spoken with Hades in a long time. Elmar had thought that the god would pull him after the Dungeon of Lies fiasco to ask why Elmar had not interrogated the dungeon's denizens more thoroughly.
Hades had left Elmar be. Could he be understanding? Could he think that Elmar needed a bit more freedom in making his decisions?
Elmar doubted it. Hades was controlling and liked to instill, if not fear, unrest in those who served him.
The boy closed his eyes stubbornly. He then began to look at pictures. When he opened his eyes, the pictures disappeared. Closing his eyes again, Elmar expected the pictures to return, but they did not.
