"You poor, poor dear. You haven't even realised it yet, haven't you?"a feral grin stretched across her face. "Enough, Atropos," the woman interrupted. She glared at the pixie figure, whose grin faded into a pout, as she glided up the stairs towards Hades' throne. She swept in-front of the God of Death- like a spider, marking its prey. A small smile stretched across her face as she leaned over Hades, whispering in his ear. "Échete mia apogónous ,ádis," her voice sending chills down the God's…