"I'm going to kill that rotted bitch!" Rain shouted as he stormed back into his mansion from Tartarus, locking the door behind him and tucking the key into his pocket. Rain was so enraged that the shadows coalesced at his feet, the air crackling around him. Cronus, the titan king, had once again tried to break out of the prison, and once again was caught to be tortured even more. Every time this happened, Rain had to deal with the fallout, including the rise in prisoners trying to break free. He was pissed, to say the least.

As he stepped out of the basement, in a fit of rage, he smashed one of the vases in the hallway, not caring for the fragments of ceramic scattering across the floor. Rain made his way to his study, still building with rage. I'll fucking that man, feed him to his children. Rain growled internally, kicking the door open to his study and storming in, collapsing into his chair. Rain grabbed his quill and started aggressively writing reports on the prisoners and updates that he had to send to Hades and Olympus daily. Of course being the eldest gives me the most work, of course, I have to deal with the most rotted fucking bitches in existence for the rest of time.

As soon as Rain finished his report he sent it off, the parchment fading into the air as his magic carried it off to whomever needed to see the bullshit he went through. Rain leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his temple to try and rid the pounding headache. A bath sounds really nice right about now... Rain grumbled to himself, knowing he had to wait until the day was over before he could relax.

"Get in here!" Rain called out, his voice booming out through the mansion with his powers, sitting forward and leaning against the desk, his golden eyes locked onto the door as he waited for his assistant to walk in.