"Lantern, I realise that you are frequently a stranger to reason, but we try to keep demons out of Erebos."
Richard Simpson tries to make himself look smaller. The thaumically active and anatomically accurate android body he's currently in doesn't have any sort of size-changing ability, and the warding chains that prevent him accessing his more exotic abilities are in place to prevent him adding such an ability. As a result, he's limited to cringing. It's a bit odd; he's not any physically weaker than Nergal was, and all that will happen if his body gets damaged is a few minutes of inconvenience for me.
Surprised you don't simply have him trussed up like a hand-bag. A
handle would probably make it easier to keep him where you can see him...
"Mister Simpson has information vital to a project I'm pursuing, and I need to get him and Hecate together in one place."
Zagreus doesn't look impressed.
And since Hecate is unlikely to be inclined to leave Erebos, well...
"I was coming to the palace to get permission from Lord Hades; you just intercepted us before we arrived."
"Really."
Easier to ask forgiveness than permission, what with bring a live demon in here.
"I respect Lord Hades."
His right hand goes to his forehead. "Then in my father's name, tell me what you are planning."
Are you sure you
really want to know? Really,
really sure?
"Are you sure that you want me to?"
He regards me for a moment.
...No, no he is
not.
"No. No I am not. But I have a duty."
"Are you familiar with the term 'plausible deniability'?"

...I swear, I am
not reading ahead.
"Yes. I assume that you're going to do something I might want to deny having know about."
"I say no such thing. But you could see how something like that could be-."
Can't admit to doing something of
dubious legality and safety, after all.
"Go. Go. Just-. Go."
"Thank you!"
He isn't paid enough to deal with this shit. ...Not that he's paid at
all.
I pick up Mr. Simpson with a construct and fly at speed in the direction of Hecate's Pool Party.
"You didn't tell Hecate I was coming either, did you?"
Such is the drawback of OL's spur-of-the-moment impulses. They're often hard on other people's blood pressure.
"No. But I'm confident that she'll be interested to meet you."
"How come?"
...I mean,
anatomically correct body. But setting that aside...
"Wouldn't you rather live in a universe where she is than a universe where she isn't?"
"Shiiiiiiiit."
Unless that's a joke about OL's Earth, I don't follow...
A couple of probably-Amazons are mock-wrestling on the inflatable, while there's a greater current of action amongst the others. Eris-
"Hey!"
Chances they aren't wrestling, but are actually '
wrestling'?
-is holding court, but pushes through the swimwear-clad courtiers to get closer to me the moment we make eye contact. At least she's wearing clothes now.
"Lady Eris. This is-."
Surprised they haven't got a sound system set up, laying down the DOOFs...

Ain't a
proper party without music.
"Does Hades know you've got a demon?"
"He will once Zagreus tells him. This is Mister Richard Simpson."
...Let's just hope he doesn't come busting in at the wrong moment.
Eris looks at him, an expression of amused curiosity on her face.
"A demon lord hiding in a robot body. Did you do that?"
OL might have played a
part, yes. Do you like it?
"I did most of the robot. The rest was him. Is Lady Hecate still around?"
"A demon, a goddess and a giant snake walk into a pool party." She smiles. "I've got to know the punch line."
It's gonna be a hum-dinger. Zeus won't be so amused, but
fuck him.
Mr. Simpson looks around a little awkwardly as Eris leads the way back towards the tower. "I wasn't expecting a pool."
"It's a reward for working out how to purify the river Leith. They've been working on that for a while."
It's probably the most harmful of the
rivers of the Underworld. And yes, I
am including Phlegethon, river of
fire, in that metric.
"Purify as in..?"
"Turn it into normal water, with the residue being a nasty mind wipe magic."
No doubt Hecate's been working on ways to weaponise it for Hades? Or at least dispose of it safely.
She shoves the door open and marches inside.
"He-cat-ay! My guy's doing his thing again!"
Oh, don't
brag because your favourite worshipper is so exciting...
The shop from before is gone, replaced by a slightly old school arcane workshop. Hecate in teenager mode is standing at a lectern, reading through a modern book on Atlantean thaumaturgy.
She looks at Mr. Simpson, who raises his right hand to wave awkwardly.
Putting OL's offerings to good use, I see.
"What is this? A demon golem?"
"No." Mr. Simpson shakes his head. "I was a human studying how to use altered states of consciousness could allow the human mind to directly interface with electronic systems. A bloke called John Constantine asked me to have a look at this weird cult called the Resurrection Crusade. I got him the info, but they-. I got too focused. Didn't spot their defence spells. My body got burned to ask while I was still inside."
'And that was the first time I died...' I'm sure Hecate heard the name Constantine and went 'Yup, that'll happen.'
"But you're a demon golem."
"Getting to that. John got into a fight with Nergal, and since he's a fifty a day smoker he wasn't going to outrun him. Instead, he did what I did: put his soul into a computer system. So I took his body and ended up face to face with Nergal. Bloody lucky he realised I wasn't John-. Then I showed Nergal how to go after John, and John got him to chase him into Heaven's data network. Angels burned Nergal to death, but I still had John's cancer-ridden body. Which for some reason, John wanted back. So John convinced me to take Nergal's body instead. I managed to integrate with it -which wasn't much fun- and got to enjoy it for a whole five seconds before Agony and Ecstasy dragged me to hell."
Sadly, that's about normal for a Constantine plot-line...
Hecate considers this.
"They burned his spirit, while he physical form remained. And you were able to interface with it?"
Well, just a matter of rewriting the hardware drivers.
"Well, yeah. I'd been living in a computer, dodging technomantic defences and dealing with a reality the human mind isn't designed for. Compared to that, a thing made of human vice was easy."
"What an adaptable consciousness you must have. And why are you in a golem?"
...Boy, she is really stuck on the 'golem' thing, isn't she?
"I did okay in hell. Even took over the Odium. But it was still hell. I wanted out, and the best way looked like using the dream of machines to bootstrap myself into full godhood. Only this-. Lantern, stopped me. Made me this body so I don't have to worry about the other demons finding me, but that's not a permanent solution."
"The dream of machines? What do you-?" Her eyes widen slightly. "Oh."
...
Yup. A
new Titan, after thousands of years. Not yet aware beyond the most instinctive level, just waiting for someone to snap up its power...
I nod. "Modern machines are like nothing in nature. They have their own nature that doesn't shade into anything else in the Dream. Mister Simpson found something emerging. I want the two of you to put your heads together to see if it can be used to empower a god enough that they'll be able to fight Zeus."
"That is interesting." Hacate looks at Eris with a smile. "I see why you like this one."
I'm sure it'll be an
interesting exercise for her. And such fascinating
company.