Prologue:
Hades lurked in the shadows of Olympus and watched as the other Gods and Goddesses mingled with each other, pretending that they got along. He wasn't even sure why he had bothered to come to this "gathering" of theirs. Well, perhaps he knew, but he wouldn't admit to anyone (himself included) that he has grown lonely.
Being stuck in the Underworld had been less then ideal at first, but he had grown to enjoy the darkness and solitude. However, nearly complete isolation for countless years was beginning to take it's tole on the feared God.
His steel blue eyes scanned the room, watching as Gods began to move from their significant others to their mistresses. He let out a small scoff, for it was always the same thing with them. Even the King of Gods himself strayed from Hera on several accounts. Though, he wouldn't criticize. He had ceased all criticism towards Zeus, at least when it came to his infidelities. Once he had stumbled upon a certain Goddess of Spring, Hades was nothing but grateful for his brother's affair with Demeter, for they had made the most beautiful creature to grace the halls of Olympus. He had spotted her first when he needed a break from the endless voices coming from the souls of the dead. He lifted up a piece of the ground and was greeted with a site that left him wanting more. Not the sunshine, but the young woman running through it. He had tried to forget about the Goddess, but she was all he could think about. Tonight, she was sitting with her mother and Apollo, trying her best to ignore the arrogant God at her side.
A small sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the pillar, deep in thought. She stirred something inside him, and he wanted to know exactly what that was and if she could feel it to. It was then that he decided that he needed her. He was going to take Persephone.