Hades had no clue as to why he had entered this silly competition. All he knew was that he wouldn't back out. He wasn't giving Apollo or Aphrodite the satisfaction of winning. He didn't know how he would do it, but he would win. No doubt about it.

He glanced at the lump of clay he was expected to turn into an infant girl. Slowly, he began to sculpt the features.

To his surprise, he didn't find it hard at all, actually it was quite simple. He had seen a few dolls in the underworld, from the young girls whose life had been stopped ever so abruptly. That's how the world works. Not every person had the luxury to live until adulthood.

As the child began to take form, Hades actually felt a connection to her. He had no faith in himself, whatsoever, but he hoped deep down that Hestia would choose this child.

He added very few pigments to her skin, but much more than necessary to her hair and eyes. He wished that she could open her eyes, so that he could see the obsidian hue he had given her.

As Hades picked her up to bring to Hestia, he was surprised at her weight. She couldn't have weighed more than 5 pounds. He gave a rare smile as he observed her jet black hair, and pale skin, "Let's go attempt to win a competition, Child."