Every couple years or so, a meeting,followed by a dinner would be taken place between Nordic gods,Celtic gods and Greek gods. It was more grand, more golden. The people dressed their best in expensive cloth. It was held for the naming of new gods or goddesses, arguments over tables and the economic blabbering between big men who held their chin high. After that meeting they had,it was time for naming. There was this young boy,just turned 18 years in human years,perfect time for naming. He was the son of hades. He had the black,long hair that reached to his shoulders.His eyes that glared,a shocking green. His pale, almost marble like skin. His looks could kill a man. But there was something very wrong about him. Unlike his father,hades, his cheeks were always flushed,erasing the intimidation of his look. Hades sat his son on a large chair,in front of this collision of Celtic,Greek, and Nordic gods. All in awe of the black haired boy. Some giggling and blushing at the look of him,until he looked at them with those burning green eyes and a scary frown. After he was blessed,he had to be given gifts BYT the other sons and daughters of the gods. All the gifts were blessings or jewels or more expansive clothes. He sighed and said thank you in a cold tone. The young boy blew a black curl off of his forehead before looking up at what seemed to be another person. Obviously male, obviously Nordic. He looked up at them,with a stinging glare. His cheeks flushed as he met eyes with the person.