Hades wasn't even shaking anymore. He was so exhausted, in so much pain. Golden ichor seemed to be splattered everywhere: on the sheets, the pillows, the bedpost. Ichor dripped steadily from the small body strewn over the large bed, staining everything gold. Cum dripped out in tandem from his swollen clit.

Aphrodite smiled down sympathetically at the small skeleton.

"Poor baby. Do you have anything more to say to the viewers, my little whore?" He gestured at the miniscule camera flying around the room, capturing the footage for blackmail.

Hades's sockets were hollow and black, but he still managed to turn his head weakly to face the other.

"You're a sick excuse of a god. And anyone else who finds pleasure in watching this should go to Tartarus. Including you." His voice was barely audible, his breath barely even wheezing out of him.

Aphrodite's eyes glinted dangerously. His metallic arm suddenly extended faster than lightning, wrapping around the other's slender neck and slamming him against the wall. Hades cried out in pain, flailing weakly as his ichor and cum dripped out of him.

"You were saying?" He purred, smirking sadistically at the fragile skeleton whose hands were weakly scrambling at the hold around his neck, trying to pry them off.

He gasped, face flushing blue as he struggled for air. He was choking! He couldn't breathe! Hades was crying again, tears streaking down his face as his legs flailed around, trying to gain purchase.

His vision was blacking out. There was so much pain. He couldn't breathe.. Couldn't think..

"Z-Zeus..!" He cried for the millionth time, sobbing as he felt the life drain out of him.