That same morning in one of the highest sky scrappers in Babel city, Jon Kingsley giggled as he read a thread of comments that were written under Sunshine's picture on one post online.
In his mind, he pictured Hades seething and shouting orders to his assistant Owen, telling him to get in touch with everyone he could to take down the picture online. But it was all useless. Jon had decided to print the picture in physical newspapers because they could not be tampered with or recalled.
"Serves you right Hades." He stated, giggling even more.
Deliberately, he rested his legs on the small mountain of newspapers beneath his feet. He had read all the articles written in each of them and satisfied his craving of making Hades's life miserable. Now, the papers were no longer of use to him.