What will happen when one day, the Greek Gods wake up to find that they've become Goddesses?

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I woke up, turning in the soft white bed and opened my eyes. My husband, the Lord of the Underworld, was gone early, as usual. That was something I had gotten used to.

I stretched my arms before sitting up in bed. The Underworld wasn't too gloomy and dark, but unfortunately not cheerful at all, either. That was another thing I'd gotten used to.

I changed into a long white flowing gown, and walked out of my bedroom to visit my husband on his working hours.

Cerberus, my dear three-headed dog barked enthusiastically when he - or rather, they, but I always preferred he - saw me, and bounded over to me, the ground trembling under his heavy weight at each step he took.

I produced a rubber ball out from thin air, and Cerberus barked delightfully. As the two young demigods Percy and Annabeth had suggested, Cerberus did like rubber balls, very much.

I threw it, and the head on the left caught the ball mid-air, the other two barking in protest and snapping at it.

I reached out my arms and the middle head leaned into them, leaving the other two barking disapprovingly in turn. I cradled and caressed it, "Where's Hades, boy?" I asked him. Cerberus barked an answer - he didn't know where his master was, for he never saw him since yesterday.

I frowned, that's strange.

I released the dog in my arms and flung a rubber ball at it, which he happily caught. The right head looked at me with big, pleading eyes. I complied and soon, Cerberus was occupied with rubber balls for each head.

I spun on my heels and returned to my - our castle. Where in Olympus could Hades be, I wondered, if he wasn't at work?

I had just returned to my bedroom when I spotted someone sitting on my bed. Unmistakably, a female.

"Who are you?" I demanded, slightly outraged by the idea of a stranger sitting on me and Hades' bed, in our bedroom, no less.

"Persephone?" the woman asked, her tone hopeful. She stood up and I finally saw her clearly. She had jet black hair and dark stormy eyes - exactly, I noticed, like the eyes my husband had. What's was even stranger was that she was wearing my husbands' cape, the one with the faces of tormented souls stitched onto it, and she was wearing the Helm of Darkness.

Why the Tartarus is she wearing the Helm of Darkness?

Seeing the look of confusion on my face, the woman sighed.

"Surely, Persephone," she said in a tone that sounded way too familiar for comfort, "You do recognise your own husband - even in a feminine form."

Hope you guys enjoyed the story. Pls review and let me know what you think about it. And, if you would be so kind, leave a name that I could use for each God turned into a Goddess. I'll pick out the best ones and use it.