Practicing On A Voyage

"...WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDN'T GET IT?!" Hades roared. 

In his office, he was staring at three figures in completely black robes with hooks for left hands. 

These beings were more like living specters, and they acted as the keeper of the most famous prison in existence; Tartarus. 

"We have told you..."

"Her soul already belongs to another...."

"None other that one may lay claim to it..."

The reaper-like being spoke in fragmented sentences as they finished each other's words, a testament to the hive mind they shared between them.

To their credit, they had found Lillian rather easily and approached her without issue as she slept alongside the rest of her family. 

And yet as soon as they tried to take her soul, they were met with an impenetrable barrier the likes of which no being could hope to crack. 

"We have never seen anything like it..."

"Even you with your crown would be unable to break their connection..."