Meeting of Old Pals (Hades)

Secrecy. It was always his aim no matter where he was. It was best that way anyways. Kept you being noticed and the less people that noticed you meant it was more likely that no one would know what you looked like when something went wrong and the Ministry questioned you for faces.

He was sitting on a crate in some dark alley up on of the streets in Knockturn Alley. He could hear the hustle bustle outside the small alley but here it was pretty quiet. No one going in or out of places. He had a small piece of wood and a knife. He was carving the stick into a snake and it was looking pretty good.

Stepping out of the shop, a bag under arm the man left with his poisoned goods. He walked down the alley when he saw a familar head bent over a item "Bryson" he said gruffly

Caleb looked up as a familiar voice said his last name Not one for smiles he nodded to Hades. "Hello Grimm. How have you been," he said then looked back to his carving and whittled a bit more off of it. Sitting the wood down he stood up. He stared at Hades while playing with the knife in his hands. Grimm. It had been a long time since he had seen the man. At least a couple of years. He knew that he had lost brothers but it wasn't his place to say anything about them to the man.

He looked him over appraising him "Still as clean cut as the day I met you" he surmised "Busy" he approached him the darkness making his eyes glint dangerously "what brings you to the alley"

Busy. He took that to mean it was best to not ask and left it at that. "Yes I am still clean cut as you so aptly put it but then that means I won't be as easily noticed." he said as Grimm got closer. He could tell the man from a mile away with all his tattoos and things. It was like a spotlight on the man but he had never been caught so he must be good at getting around. He stabbed the knife into the crate beside him and crossed his arms. "Why else but to be left alone. People are stupid if they mess with someone alone here and that is how I want it. Home is...Home is quiet nowadays. I prefer solitude or my own making and I can do it here and still have that background noise." he said as he ran a hand through his hair. "What brings you here friend?" he said eying the package the man carried.

Lighting a cigarette he smirked "heard about your parents, damn shame" he knew full well he had done it and it made him laugh that no one caught him. "tools of the trade" he made a career out of killing and no one got in his way.

Caleb smiled for the first time that day. Hades had known what he had done the moment he had graduated. He hated his parents that was a known fact among his closest friends. Everyone else though he loved them. Bullshit and not true. He only kept that up because he needed to be innocent in everything. It was easy to kill them and he honestly did not feel any remorse.

"Yes poor mother and father rest their souls. If only that had been followers of the cause then maybe they wouldn't be dead now." he said acting sad. They got what they deserved. "Still up to your old game there Hades? I certainly haven't seen you in awhile. It's been quite awhile now. How is your family?" he asked sitting back down and resuming his whittling.

"there doing good" he said offering him a cigar as he lit his own "Just saw the fucks, whole lot of them, most don't remember me"

Caleb didn't really smoke but when he did it was more for show. For some reason some people thought it was badass to smoke and make you look more cool. Caleb didn't really buy into it but what the hell an occasional one didn't hurt and he took the cigar. "How could anyone forget you? It''s not like you are easy to forget you know. I know I could never forget you and certainly not all of your tattoos." he said as he waited for Hades to light his cigar.

He kicked up his large boots onto a crate and chuckled "My ink a way of life kid"

he lit the cigar with the tip of his wand and watched him "So you finally did it...are you as screwed as the rest of us?"

Caleb smiled. He knew that Hades wouldn't stop until ever inch of his body had a tattoo on and he shrugged. Taking a drag of his cigar he blew out some smoke. "Good cigar. You have good taste Hades." he said turned to the man and looked him in the eyes. "Yes I did it Hades. I killed them. They deserved it so much for trying to make me think muggles were good and deserved a chance. They were pureblood for gods sakes. Fuckers needed to know their place." he said disgusted. "If I say I enjoyed killing them does that mean I am screwed up?" he asked.