[Not everything that this person was saying seemed completely wrong; that was better than some of the people he had met here. However, the mention of a god that was here made Emet-Selch raise an eyebrow, curious and minorly concerned. Primals could be difficult, but could also be the treat he needed. It all depended on the beast at hand.]

What can you tell me about the one here, then? The one that is very different. Does it have a name? Worshippers?

[How deep did the power go and was it something that could be maneuvered, manipulated, used?

He was so tangled in this thought that he hardly noticed the all-too-familiar name of Hades. His name, not his seat, but his name. His golden eyes snapped to this ‘half-mortal’ and started laughing. Absolutely laughing, the kind that made him clutch at his side.]

Ahh, you reached too far with your lie. I sired children, but I didn’t sire you.