Pop goes the Death Eater.

[Anastasia Katsaros]

Ana pulled down hard on the thick purple and gold rope that hung down behind the counter of her dark artifacts shop. Since she kept no solid hours she had started this as a system to let any current shoppers she was about to close up and they had about fifteen minutes. Her times in the shop had been shorter and shorter as her pregnancy wore on but nobody dared mention anything about it, lest they be on the receiving end of some rather nasty wandwork. She didn't remember being nearly so angry and irritable at the end of her last pregnancy, then again her darling little Callista had been born two months early and Ana had not gotten nearly as big, aching, and beyond cranky. Sitting down in her chair once more Ana waited for the last person to do their business before finally starting on all of the security charms to lock the place up for the night before wandering back up to her apartment for a well deserved night. "Damn it... Can't you just come out already little one?" she whispered as to not wake up her small daughter, just over a year old and quite small for her age.

Anastasia had grown to love the child she had once considered a curse and a parasite quite quickly, she looked just like her father but had bonded with her mother far deeper. Even responding more to Greek lullabies, her first word being "Mitera", Greek for mother. Ana thought about heading into the nursery for a bit but she didn't want to disturb her daughter from slumber, especially not when she was about to have a nap herself. She didn't know where Hades was on that bitingly cold July afternoon but it wasn't too important, he was usually back before the moon rose. She had just settled herself down on the couch when she felt a long sharp pain from her slightly overdue baby. "Mother fu.k!" she hissed, that had been a rough one.

 

[Hades Styx]

Hades exhaled from watching a few certain people from above, his lips curling into a smirk, and he was about to make his move to do what he willed, before he glanced up at the sky. Hades cursed the night that was coming, and he figured that Anastasia would be going into labor around this day, or sometime this week. As a father, he had to be there for his child. Huffing in irritation, the Death Eater was growing tired, tired of being held down at times. He was about to have a kill when he felt like he needed to be somewhere. Hades had been spending more and more time by himself, letting his children be raised by other parties for the time being. He needed to be alone, to think. He did not know what he would be doing, but he wanted to be alone. Hades let out a rough sigh, as he noticed that he had been spending less and less time with the that he even proposed to. What was going on with him? His family business had been dragging him away, and sometimes, he even doubted himself. That was never good for someone like Hades. He should never doubt his own decisions. Hades narrowed his eyes and he apparated off into the night. Your days have been increased just for the time being.

Staring into dark artifacts shop and his eyes gazed around. The shop appeared to be closed and he figured it would, since Anastasia was highly pregnant, and perhaps even overdue, for their next child. Hades inhaled with his chest, before he ended up finding her in a chair in her apartment. He glanced down at her stomach and he raised an eyebrow, "Still haven't gave birth yet? We may have to induce labor if it does not come out eventually, and from what I know, it is not pretty." Hades knew how birthing worked, after all, he had been the one that had retrieved the twins, straight from the womb itself. He did not know if his ex wife was still alive or not, but he could care less. Being married to her was utter hell, and he was starting to think that perhaps being married just was not for him. Hades was much too wild to be contained, even his family knew that. Was that why they were so shocked to hear that he had proposed? Perhaps I should wait a while before becoming a married man, thought the Death Eater, without much emotion to his voice in his mind.