I shuddered as soon as she called my name, knowing that whatever it is that had her excited was going to be bad- bad for me, bad for her husband, and bad for everyone who is supposed to fear him. I had no idea what was coming, which I guess just made me cringe more- my bubbly cousin has a reputation in the family for taking things too far.

And there she was, right on time as she always is- she's very predictable, always exactly 4.2 seconds in front of you after she calls your name, no matter where she was calling from; that is the perk…or fall back if you're me…of being graceful and fast: your unavoidable.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my cousin and all, but she just tends to try and bring out a part of me I'd really rather hide. When I would rather be hiking out in the woods she thinks I should get a pedicure- I swear she unintentionally teams up with my sister to make my life miserable (although my sister on the other hand does it happily).

I sighed and put the book I was reading down to peak out of my hiding spot to see her vibrant face right in front of mine; she didn't even bat an eyelash when I gasped, trying to regain my composure, and glared at her.

She is short, shorter then me even, and has long, curly light-blond hair that frames her blithe face. Like everyone else in my family (but me I'm beginning to feel), she is amazingly beautiful, it's no wonder her husband fell in love with her; her face is angelic and just screams innocence, which is sooo not true. But extreme beauty, no matter what extreme, just comes with the territory of being a goddess…even being a god.

Persephone interrupted my train of thought by clearing her throat and pulling on my arm so hard I fell off where I was sitting (a makeshift cave, I told you I was desperate), and like I said I am probably the only being on Olympus, let alone a goddess, who is clumsy.

"Guess what!" it was more of a statement then a phrase, "Guess what! Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!" She hadn't even let me talk, but her enthusiasm made it impossible for me to glare at her, so I reluctantly resigned.

"Ok, Seph I'll bite. What?"

"So you know how this place is so dark and dreary?" She emphasized with a frown; she loves Hades with her whole heart, she just feels that their home (underground) left things to be desired. I didn't even have a chance to nod. "Well, since Hades is a way for the weekend I decided I would redecorate!"

When she finished she squealed and gave me a huge hug to show her level of excitement; my worst nightmares never even imagined that, and she really really really likes the color pink. I cautiously asked, knowing I needed to come to my uncle's rescue, "When do you plan on doing this renovation?"

"OHMGE! That's the best part Artemis! It's already done! I came to show you, so I could get your opinion." She ended the sentence punctuating it with a frown that only made me grimace, knowing I was in for it now. I. Am. So. Dead.

As she walked me down the bleak hallway of her relatively new home I couldn't help but think how opposite Persephone and Hades really were: she is short, blond, charismatic, and bubbly while he is tall, black-haired, quiet and brooding. The interior decoration war that goes on in their house is quiet funny actually…if you're not dragged into the middle of it; it really shows the difference in their personalities at it's highest, Hades wants things darker and close together, very simple while she wants bright colors, open spaces, and extravagance. I can only imagine what her redecorated bedroom would look like.

"Ok, close your eyes first Artemis," Persephone ordered me as she stopped short in front of a closed door. "It's a surprise, but I want your honest opinion on what you think!"

"Alright, alright," I grumbled. The next thing I was aware of was the door creaking open before my sight returned; and then I gasped in horror.

The room went from dark colors (that I personally was fond of, and I knew Hades was too) and simple furniture (a bed, two nightstands, a dresser, nothing too elaborate) to what looked like a two-year-old girl's idea of how every princess should live. The walls were a vibrant shade of pink, which matched the pink of the fluffy rug that almost completely covered the floor, the pink lampshades that covered all of the lights (and there were a lot), and *shudders* the dustcover that hung on the bottom of the HUGE bed that…was shaped like a heart. Just great, Hades asks if I'll keep his wife company and preoccupied, and this happens, I am so dead.

The giant heart bed had a white comforter on top, accented by red sheets, lots of different size red pillows, and some unknown things I couldn't even begin to name. There were tons of pictures all over the walls, a red couch in the corner of the room…I quickly realized that the style of this room screamed the taste of Aphrodite. I just didn't have a clue when Persephone would have had the chance to consult my sister (the one I mentioned earlier, who I swear on the river Styx loves to see me suffer).

"Sooo," my cousin started, interrupting my visual of how my funeral will look after Hades gets wind of this, "Do you like it? It's amazing, I know," which was accompanied by a very adolescent sigh of joy.

"It's…something special all right Seph," I struggled with finding the right words. "I know this is your style…but…" I stopped. Why I should I do this? Why should I make my friend unhappy? What did I owe Hades? Nothing, that's the answer; I owe him nothing.

In fact, just a few weeks ago, I was with Hades when he pushed me off the bench I was lounging on…for no reason! So no. I'm not coming to his aide.

"But?" Persephone prompted me.

"But nothing! It's perfect and I'm sure he will absolutely love it." I couldn't help but hiding my smug smile- finally my revenge on the god of the Underworld; Seph mistook the smile in my voice as excitement instead of contentment, but I'm ok with that.

"YAY! I'm going to go get him, he just got home! I can't wait to see how he likes it!" Me neither, I thought. She went bounding down the hallway as I continued to grin like an idiot, but I can't not happy; I'm pretty pleased with myself.

I watched her until she was completely out of my view and I knew it was safe; I swiftly turned around and went the opposite direction she did. I decided my stay in the Underworld was coming to an end and it was time to leave. I'll have to be patient to here Hades' thoughts on his wife's decorating ideas.