Nexoki listened to him. â€œHades wouldnâ€™t help me. The man hates me because of my pranks and trickery ways. I tricked him into giving back Nates soul when he was younger. Long before you and the others were thought about. Heâ€™d been in a fatal accident but they called it a miracle. Really I just tricked Hades into giving me back his soul. I put it back in his body and he began to recover.â€ He said with a sigh. â€œIts why he had a scar across his chest. They had to pull a large piece of glass from there from the windshield. His car collided with an eighteen wheeler. It healed so much you couldnâ€™t even see it but I knew it was there.â€ He sighed and nodded his head. â€œThis is true. If you were not born I never would have met you. I still selfishly want my Nate back. You just couldnâ€™t ever understand...what he meant to me.â€ He ran a hand through his hair.<br/><br/>Making a face as Ethan spoke. â€œIâ€™m a god. Its what we expect. I cannot change my nature anymore than you can change yours. I try hard to be different because it made Nate happy.â€ He sat at the table and moved food around on his plate. â€œThat is good...that you are my friend.â€<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe one day we could be more. I doubt it though with how different yet similar he is to Nate. I just wish it was possible. I crave being loved and accepted.</span>He thought to himself. Taking a bite of the food and chewing it. â€œA few hours. Well...wait.â€ He thought about it. â€œI guess its more than a few hours mortal world. What is a few hours to us is really many hours for the mortal realm.â€ He bit his lower lip and chewed on it. â€œWe best be going to the mortal realm then. Soon as you finish eating Iâ€™ll take you back. Iâ€™m going with you because I want to see your world as it is now. It was different eighty years ago. Sixty...I still get it confused due to the amount of time difference.â€<br/><br/>He looked at the male. â€œIt is likely they think you are missing. Time runs differently here than it does in the mortal realm.â€ He said again. â€œWhat are they like? Your family I mean. Are they nice people?â€