Hi. It's been years since I last wrote fanfiction. Most of them are actually still unfinished because of this thing called adulting.

Since October 2016, I had been fascinated by the story of Hades and Persephone. Originally, I had been one of those ignorant enough to assume that Hades is the default bad guy.

Anyway, here's my spin on their story. Set in modern times. Try not to cringe.

Persephone was on her way to Zeus' throneroom during one of her mandatory visits to her father. She had never really looked forward to these visits, neither does her mother. But, if Zeus said that you spend one day of the week with him for lunch and dinner, you obey. It had always been the unwritten rule.

She was about to make a turn at a corner when she saw the Lord of the Dead regally making his way to the throne room as well. Persephone decided to immediately turn around quietly and hid behind one of the Corinthian columns that dotted the massive hallway.

Up until now, she does not know how Hades looked like. The few times she saw him was from a safe distance and with other Olympians in the room. Those times, he had always been clad in expensive-looking robes and a hood that covered most of his face, only revealing what seems to be a stern mouth. He stirred up feelings of fear and uncertainty in her and she'd rather not have any of it.

This time, curiosity tempted her to eavesdrop on what brings Hades to Olympus. Quietly, she inched near the entryway.

"- would like to formally ask for her hand in marriage." an unfamiliar baritone voice said.

"I don't understand, Hades. You had never met the girl. Why choose her? Surely there's plenty out there that you can pick." Zeus rebutted.

"I've seen her many times. Your daughter is fond of disguising herself to help mortals. She has a good heart, her looks are just an added bonus." Hades said matter-of-factly.

"Well-" her father began.

"The Fates have decreed it." Hades stated.

Persephone walked as calmly as she could away from where she stood eavesdropping. Anyone who would have seen her would think that she's calm and collected. But inside her head, she was squirming.

"I must leave Olympus. I will not be treated like chattel."

She was able to make her way out of the palace undetected. Contrary to popular belief, the ruins in Greece is simply a facade to avoid mortals from discovering that the gods do exist. Persephone pulled her cloak's hood over her head to avoid being recognized by any of Olympus' citizens she might run into as she made her way through the streets. Luckily, she had a pouch of golden drachma in her cloak. She can run away without having the need to stop at her mother's house.

Upon reaching the city limits, she carefully looked behind her to see if she had been followed. The streets were empty as there was a festival of sorts going on in the main square of Olympus.

After one more careful look, she made her way down the long winding stairs leading out of Olympus towards the mortal realm. Halfway down the stairs, she used her glamor to change her appearance and clothing.

By the time she emerged behind one of the crumbling columns of the Pantheon, one would think she is a generic tourist. She melted into the crowd and saw a bus with a tour guide waving a flag, calling out to his tour group that they are about to get to the airport.

"Excuse me." she asked a gangly male teenager who was busy taking selfies.

"Hey… 'sup?" the young man leered at her.

"What is an airport?" Persephone asked.

"Are you for real? It's where you go if you want to leave the country, duh."

Thanking him politely, Persephone boarded the tour bus and did her best to remain inconspicuous.

She felt guilty of using her powers for the transactions she made - from her passport to changing the drachma for currency. Unsure of where to go, she closed her eyes and heard one of the passengers say that they need to get back to New York City.

New York City it is.

Little does she know, Hades was aware of what she's about to do.

He was not the Lord of the Underworld and Riches for nothing, after all.

Hades had alerted his minions to make sure that Persephone will not have a hard time finding an apartment and a job in NYC. He specifically manipulated things to make sure that she ended up getting a job in one of his corporations.

"Alright, sweetheart. I will play your games. But, I always get what I want in the end." Hades smirked as he made his way back to the Underworld.

"Hecate. Thanatos." he summoned his most trusted in his study.

"How can I be of help, my lord? Where is the Queen?" Hecate asked.

"Slight change of plans." Hades said dismissively.

"Persephone thought that she can evade us. Here's what I need you two to do..."

Author's Note:

There. I finally got it out of my head. This idea had been bugging me for MONTHS now.

This time, I'll try to keep it under 3 chapters and FINISH the damn story.

Having a few challenges in using dividers in the app. LOL. I feel old.

xoxo.