Wife for Hades

It was a cold yet boisterous evening, crowded with a slew of gentlemen from various and sundry elite families. With each of their faces hidden under a dazzling mask, it was difficult to tell the difference between an oligarch and a tycoon. But one thing is certain—each mask concealed a bachelor who was awaiting to be selected for tonight's much anticipated event.

“We've come to see the highlight of tonight's event,” the presenter exclaimed, too eagerly. With the microphone in his hand. He spread his arms wide enough to welcome everyone as his voice boomed in the Grand Hotel Plaza's vast grand ballroom.

The ballroom, which was furnished with magnificent lounges alternatively aligned on each corner, was already taken by random gentlemen dressed predominantly in luxury suits and tuxedos, while cocktail tables were spread across the hall just enough to accommodate guests limited to a certain number of each group.

Above them, however, dangled an exquisite chandelier, the lights of which reflected against the murals painted on the ceiling, which also added some vibrancy to the red carpets and burgundy drapes, while still, of course, would leave anyone an impression of an ancient touch of the Roman empire from ages before.

“How long has it been? It was fifteen years ago since we had this event. And, as we promised fifteen years ago, this year will be even better than the last.”

The presenter continued, while the giant led screen behind him flashed a large banner with the word: LUPERCALIAN TWIST.

It was at this point that the Olympia Brothers, Zeus Dreon, Poseidon Luies, and the eldest of the three, Hades Aldione, arrived. Even with their masks on, their unrivaled stature matched no one from the crowd.

Others who had been anticipating their entrance paused to see the trio enter till they were able to sit in a lounge that had been arranged for them.

“Mother must have tricked us when she said there would be a lot of beautiful ladies here,” Zeus commented after his eyes roamed around seeking women.

“I see nothing except for mere bulls around here. It’s rather boring.” Poseidon added.

Hades sighed. Except for women, he hasn't heard anything else from his brothers since they arrived at the venue. He frowned at them and told them to act properly, but they only laughed at him.

“Come on, Hades. Mother is nowhere to be seen. You can get rid of that damn perfect son image you've been wearing for a while now,” Poseidon said. He elbowed Hades, who was still apathetic at the moment.

“I know you're bored as well. Your actions do not lie. We aren't brothers for nothing, Hades,” Zeus said. He spread his arms on the back rest of the lounge. Zeus had felt his limbs constricted from the trip merely to attend the event, as he cracked a muscle or two.

In astonishment, Hades shook his head. He couldn't agree with his brothers more. The event is truly tedious, but because their mother insisted on their participation, they all still must go and witness it for themselves.

“What was so exceptional about this occasion that there were no women to be found?” Zeus pondered as his eyes wandered around hunting for any sight of a woman with whom he could flirt.

“You didn't come along to just look for women to either bang for the evening, did you?” Zeus was approached by Hades. But Zeus held his stomach before he burst into a hysterical augh because of Hades' abrupt assertion.

“Brother, you wound me,” he said. Zeus pressed his palm against his chest to show Hades how sardonically offended he was. “I don't prowl women. They beg for me,” he continued pompously. He then stretched his long legs over the coffee table, and Zeus' natural blonde locks were swayed by his free hand away from his eyes.

Hades, who had grown agitated, chastised Zeus once more for his mischievous notions. He can't believe he was forced to babysit his dimwit brothers tonight. While the three were engrossed in their discussions, another man approached the trio. The man seemed to be one of the organizers. He stood in front of them and handed over three keycards. Each card had an embossed set of digits, which caused the three brothers to look at him in wonder.