A Deal with the Devil
A part of Argo told him he was being foolish, that he would come to regret his actions this day.   That part of him was his head and in any case, he seldom listened to it.  Far too often, he had listened to other portions of his anatomy.  But he had also learned to listen with his heart, and his heart told him that for Harmony, he would gladly pay any price.

He had left Corey back in New Orleans to call his brother.  With the sorceresses on the Defenders, he had little doubt that Andy would be in New Orleans in no time at all.  Which left Argo little time to do what needed to be done, but time enough if he did it right.

New Orleans, by nature, had a strong affinity for death and death-gods, even those not particularly associated with the culture.  Cemeteries even more so. 

So he had found the nearest one from where he had left his friend, stepped inside, and looked heavenward.

"Lord Pluto... Great-Uncle...  I beseech thee... here my words and answer."