2Persephone didn't know exactly where she was, but she didn't care. She was frolicking through the woods, the feel of the cold grass against her bare feet, the soft wind running through her hair making it seem like ribbons trailing behind her. Her surroundings were filled with the scent that you only smell that only the forest could give you fresh and untouched. She was alone, but not lonely, she felt free. She wanted to sing or dance or just let out a scream because nobody would hear her, she felt like she could do anything or go anywhere.
In the back of her mind though she just knew that she could see her mother and friends anytime she wanted to. But right now in that moment she didn't want to see anyone.
Suddenly her vision was filled with a bright flash when the scenery changed. Her feet were resting on white pure snow, flakes falling onto her hair or landing on the tip of her tongue and melting.
This world was beautiful in its own way, but not the warm sunny places she was used too. It actually felt...lifeless but she tried to ignore that feeling.
Trees were coated in an icing of white, with their leaves gone leaving just bare branches. There were no flowers in sight. As Persephone looked around there were no people or houses just a white field stretched before her. When Persephone's feet sank into the ground she felt the cold hard ground, not the warm life filled Earth she was used too.
She has never seen snow before, though she heard it was all some people knew in far off places where they shunned the gods and repelled the gifts of harvest and growth that her mother gave to the people here. She did know it was supposed to be cold, but she didn't feel cold she felt like an explorer off to see the world.
She felt good until she didn't. The snowflakes from the heavens turned from a gentle shower that melted when they hit her skin to falling on top of her like sheets of ice. It went onto her face and eyes, the fallen snow went from just reaching her ankles to going up to her knees. Her nose and cheeks stung, and the ice went into her eyes making tears spring out feeling like fire against her frozen cheeks.
When she looked down she realized what she was wearing, a jet-black gown that went around her neck with jewels and lace that felt cold against her skin. She would never wear such a thing, the long sleeves of the gown tightened around her. Persephone put a hand in her hair and she felt something metal and smooth.
Persephone turned trying to find someone to help her, but she was alone, "Mother? Father? Anyone?" She called out her voice filled with fear though the only response back to her was her own echo.
She tried to force herself to get out of this icy hell, getting her entire leg out of the snow to move before she saw her.
Demeter was cloaked in black instead of her greens and browns, but Persephone knew she was her mother. Persephone went as fast as she could to get to her mother, relieved at being able to find salvation.
When she finally reached Demeter, Persephone quickly pushed her hood back and gaped at what she saw.
Her mother was never as focused on making herself beautiful like Queen Hera or Aphrodite, but she was always attractive. This time, Demeter's dark hair was grey and thin, her face was gaunt and angular and Persephone could see her bones. Her mother stood hunched, and when Persephone looked at her she saw no warmness in her eyes, just an empty anger.
"M-mother?" Persephone asked her voice trembling stepping back away from her.
Demeter didn't say anything to her, dead grey eyes just flickered and suddenly everything went white.
Persephone bolted up awake in her bed, her dark hair falling limp over her face. A thin layer of sweat over her forehead, she could hear her heart thumping in her chest, and the blood in her ears. Her face was hot but her arms and feet were cold, when she calmed down a bit more she realized she was still shaking.
The last thing she could remember, was that she was watching the sky like usual. When that monster came to her and pretended that he wasn't playing some type of trick on her. She was too tired to argue him (and afraid) that she allowed him near her. He didn't talk to her or touch her like Persephone told him, and she remembered falling asleep on the ground but here she was in her soft bed.
The Goddess looked around her room, nothing was out of place, and the tapestries and music instruments were in one corner, her large window with rows of peonies facing the sun. The sun was slowly rising, and the light was hitting the ground.
It's okay, I'm okay, it was just a dream. Persephone tried to assure herself pulling her covers over her body to make her feel safer. She didn't hear her mother milling away downstairs so she assumed that Demeter was out this time without her.
That was good, Persephone didn't want her mother to see her like this because then Persephone would have to explain what happened and what she dreamed of and she'd rather not have that conversation with her mother.
Persephone threw herself back onto her pillow and went on her side and groaned and closed her eyes tightly trying to go back to sleep.
"Trouble sleeping?"
The voice was like coffee; warm and smooth, and it instantly made Persephone feel safer.
When Persephone looked up, her fear was replaced with a beaming smile; the woman in front of her had dark brown skin with matching curls kept under a white head shawl. Brown eyes that were as strong and fierce as a battle but gentle and intelligent as if she was analyzing everything.
Those eyes were looking at a rich tapestry and although her lips didn't move, there was a touch of sentimentality in her eyes.
She'd expect nothing less from the Goddess of War and Wisdom
The woman donned a simple white dress instead of battle armor, but Athena could be wearing all pink with roses in her hair and she would still look just as powerful.
"Athena!" Persephone squealed excitedly her eyes brightened, "How long were you here?" She asked curiously, sitting up straight in her bed and crossing her legs. She always felt like she needed to be the best version of herself around Athena.
The brown-eyed goddess smiled softly, "I was here when you were wailing for your parents, and you bolted awake. What troubles you?" She asked her calmly.
Persephone could count the number of times she's seen Athena raise her voice from emotion on one hand. She wished she was able to mimic that, but her mother has told her she's the type to wear her emotions on her face. "Nothing, it was just a silly little dream." She attempted to keep her voice from shaking.
Athena gave her a disapproving look clicking her tongue before she got up her dress billowing behind her and sat down next to Persephone on the bed. "You have many wonderful strengths, but I'm afraid lying is not one of them. We have dreams for reasons." Athena articulated sharp eyes not ever leaving Persephone's.
Persephone shook her head again crossing her arms stubbornly, "No it was nothing, and my dream didn't even make sense." She argued sticking her chin up.
"The same could be said for the dreams of prophets, but people journey for years to hear about them." Athena pushed back, "If you're worried I'd reveal your secrets to your mother, have no fear. I consider you a friend."
Persephone felt her heart soar when Athena call her a friend. Athena was a woman who gave her trust to few and her friendship to less, and she instantly softened and wanted to bare her entire soul to the wise goddess.
The Maiden of Spring closed her eyes and took a deep breath hoping to release the sense of doom that hung over her. "It was such a sweet dream at first," Persephone murmured softly feeling that light-heartedness she felt at first, "I was in the woods, barefoot and alone, but not really my mother and you and the rest were in the back of my mind and I knew I could see you guys if I wanted to," She began.
"Then I was suddenly in a snowy field, I've never seen snow before but I've read and heard about it. There were no flowers or leaves but I still felt a surge of life but the life drained away and it became a storm and I thought I was going to die so I was calling for you guys,"
"I saw my m-mother and when I ran to her, she looked," Persephone winced she didn't want to reimagine how sad and grey her beloved parent looked, "Athena she looked so terrible and s-sad and I just knew, the way you know things in dreams, it was something I did and when I tried to talk to her she just sent the snow to attack me…and then I woke up, but you saw that." She finished looking down she let out the parts she felt uncomfortable revealing.
Athena was silent for a moment, looking up in deep thought, "I'm sorry that was what your night was like. It's hard to even dream that your own parent would ever harm you." Athena consoled her in a warm voice placing an olive toned hand on Persephone's back rubbing it with soothing strokes.
Persephone heaved a sigh and laid her head on Athena's soldiers, "No it's not easy at all, I've always dreamed of going off, but the idea of that breaking my mother's heart was what always stopped me." Persephone confessed looking down.
"You haven't felt left, if you feel guilt over things you didn't do, then you'll live in a pit of it." Athena advised her, "It's okay for you want things for yourself." Athena reminded her.
"It's one thing to want a kitten when my mother hates cats or make the singer do an encore of my favorite song when it's late, but I shouldn't want to leave right?" Persephone asked Athena glumly.
Athena shook her head, "Everyone wants more than what they're given, every being on this earth desires more and us Gods aren't excused from this feeling." Athena told her.
Persephone looked up at her, "Athena why are you always right?" Persephone smiles slightly up at her. She felt better after telling her this, putting her dream into words made it face the harsh light of day and made it seem like a fairytale.
Athena laughed the sound filling the room, "It comes in the territory of being prayed to for wisdom."
"Persephone!" Demeter's voice rang out into the room, "I'm so sorry for leaving you so long, Athena thank you for staying."
The War Goddess gave Persephone a hug before she transformed into a stormy grey owl and flying away through her window.
Hades sat on the throne thumbing the top of the scepter, seeing his love get out of view to meet that horrid woman. He sighed when he saw her bolt up like she had a nightmare, he wanted to appear and comfort her but he knew he was most likely the main character in her night torment.
He was currently on duty and in front of the spirits and he needed to compartmentalize all his feelings. The underworld was a place where if you showed weakness the souls will tear you apart and do it again. Hades wasn't one to tolerate chaos; no soul would dare come up to Hades himself knowing that they would be sent to the deepest and darkest pit of Tartarus.
The King of the Dead got up and walked through the hall, the souls bowed deeply to him going on one knee, but he didn't flinch or smile. He could be merciful when feelings of sentimentality pierced him but he needed to be strong.
He went onto the ferry floating on top of the River Phlegethon and ordered the captain to bring him to Tartarus.
The river was beautiful in it's own way, it wasn't made out of water but a smokeless fire that flowed similar to a river. When you looked down you couldn't see how deep it was but you could see the faces of those who've jumped in there rather than go to Tartarus. But they would soon find out, that there was no way to die in the Underworld you just needed to be quiet and you'll get better treatment.
The vast majority of the underworld were neutral like the participants, they weren't people who dedicated themselves to good or people who were evil. It was dreary and hopeless because nobody tried to make it any difference, you lost your life, your family, and most of all your identity.
Beautiful and painful, the words he'd use to describe his realm.
Hades watched as the scenery changed from the stones and hills of the underworld to pits of fire that was the same shade of blue as Zeus' lightning. Spirits thin as skeletons were hanging over them, hands gripping so hard on the mounds on the rock that there was blood coming from them.
A murky gray fog hung over this region and it smelled always as if someone was being burnt alive.
The damned souls were crying out pleads of mercy, about how they're sorry for the sins that put them here. Some of them even managed to wail out prayers to the gods above as if that would change.
Those gods above only cared when you were alive and able to give them statues and offerings, they didn't care when you died. They just let you go into Hades lair, the one that will send tremors of fear through grown men.
He strode by them ignoring their begs instead he stopped by the last pit.
An old man who looked like some little girl's favorite grandfather, here for the crime of declaring himself a god to a small village hung over the fire screaming like a baby, stripped naked. The village he deluded was down here too surrounding him. Seeing him for who he truly was.
"My king, my merciful k-kind lord, I apologize for everything. Please make this," He cut himself off with the loudest and most pathetic wail he's ever heard. "Please kind H-hades, Hades PLEASE."
He was cut off, but the mound he was holding on disappearing and he fell into the fire. The sounds he let out were nothing similar to human. The screams were eventually silenced as he disappeared from view.
He wasn't dead in the sense that he no longer existed here; he sank through the earth and was going into a new level of Tartarus. Hades mouth flickered with the ghost of a smile at the sight, feeling a sense of strength that in his worst moments lacked. He walked around the other villagers wanting to see what they'd do.
Their silence was deafening, their faces displayed emotions ranging from terror to revulsion. Emotions that he was all too used to seeing in his realm and out so he flicked his hand and they to had the same fate of their broken god and he walked out without a word to all the other prisoners.
When he took the boat back to his main region he closed his eyes and groaned internally at who he saw.
Curly dark hair and dark eyes that seemed to never stay on one object for more than a few moments a brown leather bag hung across his body, the way he dressed made him seem more like a common thief than a god.
Hades went onto his throne, "What do you need Hermes?" He asked his tone dripping boredom, compared to brutes like Ares, he didn't mind Hermes partially because the Traveler God came here often enough that Hades was more or less used to his presence.
"There's no need to sound so bored, I thought we were friends, I actually feel hurt." Hermes said in the easy confidence that young gods always had.
Hades rolled his eyes, "I don't care, and I'm assuming you're here for a point?"
Hermes' golden winged sandals fluttered as he went next to the imposing iron throne. "I am. Though not one of the messenger variety, I was with Aphrodite yesterday and-"
"If you aren't bringing any messages then you are free to go," Hades said coolly, inside he felt hot and flustered though outside it was the opposite.
"I don't want to go. Now back before I was rudely interrupted," Hermes continued, "So I ran into Aphrodite, and according to her it seems that you developed feelings for a certain goddess, what's her name?"
Hades breathed a sigh of relief quickly, "She didn't give you a name? Then it seems to be a simple rumor, Aphrodite likes to create drama where there is none you know that and I know that."
Hermes infuriating grin got even worse, "No she did after I convinced her, so my beloved friend Persephone. How is it that, out of the millions of beautiful goddesses, mortals, and everything in between, you chose the one girl whose mom puts her under lock and key and would rather die than see her with someone she deems unworthy?" He laughed.
Hades looked away from him, trying to formulate an adequate response. He didn't want to seem like there were some truth because if Hades validated those rumors than it would spread to Demeter and his chance with her would be gone before it even began.
Hermes continued laughing, "You know I actually like the idea of you two, maybe she'd make you more friendly, and she could always brighten this place up. Nothing screams 'Realm of the Dead' like roses and hydrangeas."
"That is enough," Hades barked at him instantly silencing Hermes. "You will tell none of this to no one, now if that is all-"
"This is certainly not-"
"If that is all." Hades suppressed Hermes again, "Then leave."
Hermes showed how clever he really was by knowing it'd be best for him to leave so he flew with those winged shoes of his and left though he was humming a love song."
"The terribly angsty man of death fell for the goddess of spring, because he's the only person who's unlucky enough to fall for a woman whose mother loathes him and wants to kill him.. But only his trusted best friend knows and he won't tell anyone because that's how heroic he is" He sang off key before finally disappearing.
Hades rolled his eyes, "Over glorified mailman," Hades muttered to himself, but he was thankful Hermes wasn't going to tell him. Zeus wanted him to get her as quietly as possible to avoid a war between Demeter and him.
Spineless, doesn't want to own up to what he does because then that'd mean he'd have to recognize that he's not the perfect king of the gods he tells himself he is.
Her mother and father, the latter only by birth were in a deep discussion with Poseidon in the throne room and Demeter brought her along. Though Persephone being bored asked Demeter to let her go and her mother said yes so now she was walking around outside the white royal castle.
She was thinking about the God of the Underworld, and frowned she wanted to get inside his head and try to see what he was thinking. He seemed so emotionless to her that she couldn't tell if he was planning on torturing her or not.
He'll come to me today, Persephone thought to herself with a strange calmness, if he went to me yesterday with me threatening him he'll come again and I won't be afraid. I will figure out what goes on in his head.
Persephone walked through the Royal Gardens, one of the few things she remembered doing with her father one on one was him letting her decorate it by herself.
Mortals age in different way than gods do but she remembered her looking like a seven year old, when she finished Zeus brought her a doll and picked her up to give her back to Demeter. It was one of the happiest moments of her life.
She wondered if the rest of his children wanted a relationship with their father as much as she did.
Persephone suddenly felt something sharp against her back and she froze, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the weather
"If you don't come with me right now, I will gut you right here." A rough voice rang into her ears.
I will not be afraid, Persephone told herself before she turned to face him, scarred and handsome if you enjoyed violent beast type of handsome.
That was Persephone's least favorite type of handsome
"My mother told you no, so I will say the same thing," Persephone told him calmly, though there was a base layer of steel in her voice.
The sword traced around her stomach, for a moment cutting through her light airy the dark red of her blood falling down the steel of the sword. Even goddesses bleed like girls, Persephone thought to herself.
Ares stared at her charcoal eyes looking at her, "Your mother is not here right now. You're going to get into this chariot and not tell anybody anything." His free arm wrapped around her tightly pulling her close to him gripping onto her left arm.
The chariot was a garish atrocity made with the swords of every man who Ares ever defeated in combat stained with dried blood. The back was lined with the bones of those who've died on the battlefield. It was pulled by a pack of dogs a dark red brown shade and seemed bigger than any dog has the right to be. Persephone could respect that his chariot represented war and the bloodshed, but Persephone was sunshine and life not blood and gore.
Persephone straightened up, I am not afraid. She thought to herself again, he would never be able to kill her no power on earth can strip away someone's immortality. "Fine I'll go with you and when will you bring me back?" Persephone asked him boldly.
"I'll bring you back when I bring you back, just shut up and enjoy the ride." Ares told her roughly yanking her into the chariot and pushing her down onto it before the chariot soared off.
The swords cut into her thighs and back, the weight of Ares on top of her pushing her into the steel. It hurts, she thought to herself.
When he kissed her she shut down. His lips were as rough as he was against her. His arms were on her tightly his nails digging into her skin. His hips kept her pushed on the chariot, her mouth being forced open for his tongue.
Then it sank in for Persephone that he was going to rape her and she panicked. She banged her hands against her chest clawing at his face, a new bloody scar making its mark onto his cheek. "Get off of me!" She shouted and she was given a slap for her protest as he continued.
She kept trying to find something to help her, and she saw it. Laying next to her was the sword he used to get her into the chariot gleaming brightly in the sun. She gripped onto it with her free hand.
She was never one for swords, but the choked sound of Ares' voice was the sweetest thing she's ever heard.
Persephone's heart was in her ears and her face was bright red as she pushed the weapon through his throat his own dark blood falling down the blade, Persephone pushed as hard as she could but it felt clumsy in her hand. This must be an interesting picture, the Goddess of Spring attacking the God of War but here I am. She thought seeing the sword through the other side and pulling it out watching him fall to the ground.
Looking down Persephone realized what she's done, she didn't worry about whether she killed him or not because that was impossible. But she just did an act that had the potential to start a war, with the one God whose rather die over and over than avoid that possibility.
I'll throw him overboard into the sea, Persephone thought to herself glancing at the ocean below them. If he ever resurfaces then he'll forget. She told herself, feeling calmer as she had a plan.
The young maiden crouched down and tried to hoist him, the flowers on her wrists were stained with blood. But she just wasn't strong enough to lift him. The chariot started going faster into the sea, due to its owner being unconscious when…
Suddenly she was in a different chariot, the same black cold one from yesterday. Persephone looked to her left and saw the same silvery god that just didn't seem to know how to leave her alone.
Hades was doing everything in his power at first to not think about the spring maiden who claimed whatever he had left of his heart. He saw her spending time with the various spirits and creatures that lived in the woods and watched her alone when his lovely siblings were together.
A family reunion, and they didn't invite me. I'm hurt, He thought sarcastically.
And then the God who was too pathetic to even hate forced her into the chariot, and attacked her
He had to say he was shocked and amazed when Persephone stabbed him, she was as intelligent and strong as she was lovely. She may not have had that weapon based strength that Artemis and Athena had, but it was a certain type of gentle bravery strength. He realized he was planning on sending him into the sea and that was a pretty good plan, but he'd end up remembering so he brought her back here.
So now she was next to him trembling her eyes closed tightly as the darkness surrounding him surrounded them, "I'm sorry, bring me back, bring me back, please bring me back." She whimpered to him, wrapping her arms around herself. Are's head was on her lap.
Hades reached out and put a hand on her back, and because Persephone seemed to be so trapped in her emotions she didn't notice. "Don't worry, you will return I'm here to help."
"How could you help me?" She spat out upset opening her eyes and looking at the fact he had a hand on her and for a moment she had a look that could melt steel before actively keeping them from looking at him. Her hands balled tightly in fists.
Hades instantly moved his hand from her back careful not to overstep any of the boundaries. "There are sights in the underworlds that can do more than anything above."
"I don't want to kill him!" Persephone argued crossing her arms letting Ares slide off her and onto the floor.
"I'm not going to kill him." Hades sighed getting a bit irritated.
"Promise?"
"Yes, like I promised before I wouldn't do anything to you and I didn't."
Persephone was silent after that and her eyes focused on the scene in front of her, her expression was a mix of horror and curiosity tilting her head at the rivers and the departed souls here, "It's so much different here than I thought it would be," She murmured though loudly enough so that he could hear.
Hades let his curiosity get the better of him, "Is it at the very least a good different?"
Persephone nodded her eyes clinging to the people, "Though that's like saying something is dryer than water."
When they went down there they stepped out of the chariot, Hades made a move to help her out but Persephone flinched away from
him so he let her get out herself.
The chariot landed them near one of the Underworld's many rivers, this one was a bright white, reflecting the little light there was in the underworld. "What is this?" Persephone asked going on her knees to look closer at it, "Can I touch it?" She asked looking up at him curiously.
Hades hastily shook his head, "No don't put so much as you little finger in it, you will forget everything that happened to you today. The dead forget their lives, but us Gods are made of finer stuff."
Persephone listened and crawled away from it, "Why did you bring me here?"
Hades wordlessly pushed the living corpse of a War God into the milky river him floating up to the top, in the water it showed it showed everything he was forgetting. His rendezvous with Aphrodite, him going to the coast of a brutal war, and eventually him and Persephone and the memory dissolved into the river flowing with the rest.
Persephone shot him a scowl, "You didn't have to do that! I'm sure I could have convinced him...and you didn't even ask me!" She got up glaring at him, shorter than him by a few inches though a look of indignation was on her light features.
Hades matched her annoyance with a look of apathy, "He would have stabbed you in the neck as payment at least twenty times until he was satisfied. humiliate you in front of everyone, and would hold that against you for every moment of your eternity."
His spring goddess bit her lip, "Well you still should've told me...He is kind of my friend and he's one of my best friends lover...though I think she's married, but still for all I know you could've trapped him...never mind thank you that was a good idea." She admits looking down crossing her arms.
Hadebs looked at her amused feeling a little smile on his face that he tried to suppress though he failed, "It was my pleasure now it's time to take you back, your bi..." He saw Persephone have a look of pure rage on her face that made him catch himself, "...mother probably is tearing out her hair right now out of worry."
Persephone's eyes widened, "She probably is! Oh my...when you bring me back do NOT let her see you at all," Persephone warned him, "I like you a bit more, but I don't want her to use this as an excuse to keep me locked in my room forever. Okay?" She asked him quickly, looking relieved when he nodded.
He had one of his servants get Ares, a skinny woman who Persephone looked tense around and they went into his silver chariot and they went to the above world.
Persephone sat next next to him in his chariot, somehow looking as beautiful down here as she was in the world in which she was returning to. She was keeping a distance from him but she was not as tense as she was before.
"Will he remember when he wakes up?" Persephone asked quietly looking up at him with large green eyes gesturing to the war god in the back as still as a corpse. "He will be so mad at me if he does."
Hades wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he knew that would do more harm than good. "Despite the fact that he doesn't deserve the honor. Ares is a God so he'll only forget what happened. You'll be safe. " He attempted to console her looking down at her.
His little rose sighed softly and looked more relaxed before those eyes turned more shocked as if she was realizing something for the first time. "Y-you...you saved me!" She murmured shocked, "I was so scare I didn't know what I was going to do, but you saved me."
The silvery haired God turned away from her, if he wasn't so good at concealing those pesky emotions; his face would have been a bright pink. "I don't need your thanks. I don't deserve recognition from saving you from one of the many monsters that live up in your white towers."
Persephone frowned a bit, "Whether you accept it or not; you did save me and I thank you.." Persephone told him before getting the stubborn look he so frequently sees on his siblings. "They're not all bad. How would you even know, you don't live up there. "
"After a certain amount of centuries we all become monsters." Hades told her passively.
Persephone raised her eyebrows, "Are you calling yourself a monster?"
"Yes."
A thick silence filled the chariot, and it seemed to be going much too slow as if the fiery horses were enjoying this. Persephone played with her hands and Hades crossed and recrossed his legs.
"Saving young girls from being raped isn't something monsters do." Persephone whispered to him obviously uncomfortable with the silence.
Maybe it's not the silence she's uncomfortable with. Hades realized, looking at her from the corner of his eye, "Monsters don't act like monsters all of the time."
They got up in the middle of the woods in between her home with her mother and Persephone smiled when she got onto the land, "Thank you again...it was very helpful and I'm sorry if I was too...judgemental in my talking with you. I was wrong," Persephone wrinkled her nose at her admitting she was wrong, "But promise me one thing? Never bring me down here again," Persephone shuddered dumping Ares' body on the ground.
All Hades could do was be silent but Persephone didn't notice as she ran to the house, her feet growing flowers as she ran, not just any flowers but the delicately pretty Narcissus.
Persephone didn't know what she felt, she was so sure Hades would be a hideous deformed monster who'd torture her just for laughs but he was almost...shy? She didn't know if that was the word for it, Persephone could be shy sometimes and she didn't get that feeling from the old god. He rescued me, it 's just like in one of those songs Apollo sings. Persephone thought wistfully making her way into her mother's home the sweet scent of night in her face. I was playing with Selene and I forgot the time. Persephone rehearsed saying that hoping it would sound real.
As Persephone was returning, taking in the world around her she heard a soft whimper of an animal and went to check it out. She quickly went to the base of a tree when she saw the cutest kitten she's ever seen. All grey fur and large blue eyes though her leg appeared to be broken.
Persephone felt her heart cry out to the animal and went to her knees, putting her arms out. It took some coaxing but the kitten eventually let her scoop her up gingerly purring against Persephone's dress, "Shh you'll be okay." She thought petting the dirty fur. Thinking about how she'll explain that she felt the urge to get a kitten to her mother.
I did tell her that, playing with cute animals was my number one duty. She thought to herself before she eventually got to her large manse quietly opening the dark brown door and walking in. Being completely enveloped by her mother's warm hugs, and her rapid fire of questions about where she was.
AN: So here's chapter two! Hades and Persephone went from her hating him to helping bury the evidence together, and if that's not true love then I don't know what is. You're probably thinking, "Why can't he abduct her yet?" Don't worry I wanted to do a slightly slower build to make it as emotional as possible. I'm going away for a few days so my next update will have a longer wait.