Hades has always been an intresting character to read about given the fact the mythology of him spans over a millennia. Thus making his story one of the longest games of Chinese whisper’s to date. Where Hades was once feared in most recent books I’ve read of his character he is romanticised. Simply because its more interesting to love a broken complex man than a perfect man. Hades is certainly complex. So whats different about this book than others. Simple answer the girl. Because fallen angels also have the same appeal no matter what religion you are no doubt you have heard of at least the name hades and what angels are supposed to be.
So if your looking for a highly intensive book of fallen angels and forbidden love in the mist of a plot to start Armageddon plot gone wrong. When evil is good not to mention hot. Then make sure you check this book out.
Her luxurious mink-brown wings were gone, sliced off in a brutal ceremony, and with them, her source of power. She totally understood why an Unfallen would cross the barrier between the human and demon realms to turn themselves into True Fallen and gain new wings and new powers. But was the evil upgrade worth it? Cat didn’t think so.
“Cat!” Azagoth’s voice startled her out of her thoughts, and she nearly dropped the tray of dirty dishes as she looked up to see him striding down the hallway from his office.
In the flickering light cast by the iron wall sconces, he didn’t look happy. He also wasn’t alone.
Hades, Azagoth’s second-in-command and the designated Jailor of the Dead, was walking next to him. No, not walking. With the way his thigh muscles flexed in those form-fitting black pants with every silent step, it was more like prowling. His body sang with barely-leashed power, and she shivered in primal, feminine response.
Son of a bitch, Hades was hot. Hard-cut cheekbones and a firm, square jaw gave him a rugged appearance that bordered on sinister, especially when paired with a blue Mohawk she’d kill to run her palm over. But then, she’d kill to run her palms over all of him, and she’d start with his muscular chest, which was usually, temptingly, bare. Not that she’d complain about what he was wearing now, a sleeveless, color-shifting top that clung to his rock-hard abs.
She tried not to stare, but really, even if she’d stood in the middle of the hall with her tongue hanging out, it wouldn’t have mattered. He never looked her way. He never noticed her. She was nothing to him. Not even worth a glance. Those cold, ice-blue eyes looked right through her. And yet, this was a guy who laughed with Lilliana, pulled pranks on the other Unfallen who lived here, and played with hellhounds as if they were giant puppies. Giant, man-eating puppies.
Azagoth stopped in front of her. “Cat? You okay?”
She blinked, realized she’d been lost in a world of Hades. “Ah, yes. Sorry, sir. What is it?”