Hades sat upon his glittering throne, his helmet in his grasp. Zeus called another meeting, summoning all the major Gods from their peaceful slumbers.

"Zeus, Darling, they are getting restless," Hera whispered to her husband. Her silk dress rubbing against his knee, she really knew how to work him.

"Attention!" Zeus suddenly stood up from his golden throne, demanding the eyes of everyone in the great hall, "It is time we settle this matter."

"And what matter is that?" Artemis twirled her knife between her pale fingers, "You summon us to Mount Olympus, without any reason. What is so important we must debate it now?"

"This is no debate, this is a trial," Zeus waved his hand towards the doors, causing them to rip open with a loud bang, "Enter, Goddess. It is time you receive your punishment."

Hades' jaw actually dropped when he saw who entered The Great Hall- Persephone. He hadn't seen the Goddess since her birth, but he recognized her from the paintings Aphrodite had shown him.

"Isn't she beautiful, Hades?" Aphrodite had once complained, "If she didn't hate Gods so much- like her mama- I might have had to kill her. I mean even Ares says her hair looks like blood. Ares! He used to only love me."

As Hades watched the woman enter, he knew Aphrodite was right to be jealous. She was stunning. Her hands and feet were covered in dirt, and her dress was made of simple white cloth. Her unnaturally red hair was the only sign of her being a Goddess, she wore no crown or jewels to show her status.

"Kore!" Demeter jumped from her throne, dressed in a similar manner as her daughter, "What is the meaning of this, Zeus? My daughter is as innocent as they come. She has done no crime, she has committed no treason. She is pure!"

"Silence," Zeus waved a hand at Demeter, knowing that this trial would not go smoothly, "I present the council with Persephone- Goddess of spring, Protector of the meadows, Mother of flowers, and my daughter. She is here today to receive her punishment for the following crimes: treason to the throne, murder or three mortal men-"

"Murder!" Demeter shouted, "How dare you accuse my daughter of such heinous crimes! She is innocent! Done nothing!"

"Mother," Persephone finally lifted her bowed head, silencing Demeter with an icy glare, "Do not disrespect me with these foolish outbursts."

"Foolish-"

"Demeter!" Zeus yelled, "I will have order in my hall. I am her king, I am her father, I will be the judge. I say she is guilty, therefore she is. Now, it is time we discuss what we shall do about it."

"You say she murdered three men," Athena finally spoke, thrilled at the chance to show off her intellect, "Murder and treason are serious crimes. Why don't you explain the situation in full, Zeus, so we can understand why Persephone chose this course of action."

"Very well," Zeus nodded, "Last night, I received a letter from Hades- which he can verify- claiming that three mortal men were sent to his kingdom. All of them claim their death was brought about by an unusual flower, one Persephone created. It is treason for she disobeyed her duties, bring death instead of life. She went against my orders of protecting the villagers and is disrespecting the crown by taking this action without consulting the Gods. Next thing we know, Ares will want to be signing peace treaties! A god must stick to their duties."

"It is the truth," Hades nodded, "During my judgment, three men claimed a purple flower sent them there. We all know that was, at least previously, impossible. I sent a letter to Zeus in the hope that an investigation would be started."

"I see," Athena nodded her head, "Do you deny this, Persephone?"

"No," Persephone declared, looking Zeus straight in the eye, "I killed three mortal men, and I did such with the use of my powers. I do not deny this, and I accept the punishment Zeus bestows upon me."

"Kore!" Demeter cried, "Why! This isn't whom I raised. This isn't my Kore."

"Excellent question," Zeus leaned forward, "Why? Explain yourself, girl."

"What happened, Persephone?" Artemis stared at her with sympathy, "What did the men do?"

Persephone set in the meadow, humming an ancient lullaby. These were the nights she cherished, these were the nights that made her excited about her eternity. To spend forever singing under the moon and growing flowers under the stars. She was at peace.

"Help!" a young voice screamed, "Anyone! Help!"

Persephone stood from her tree stump and felt fear take hold of her, no one ever came to her meadows. She threw her sandals off and began running towards the source of the screams. She would never forget the sight she saw.

"Gods, have mercy on me," Was the little girl's last words. Three men had taken her to Persephone's fields and stole her innocence and her life. They were already fleeing by the time Persephone arrived.

Persephone cried upon the girl's body, growing roses out of her bloody wounds.

"I'm so sorry, little Lilly," Persephone held her body close to her, "You were too young to be plucked from us. Too young to be withered. My poor little Lilly, I will make it better. I'll make the weeds pay for their crimes."

"Oh my," Hera whispered, her voice suddenly gone.

"Did you know her?" Apollo asks, "The little girl?"

"Does it matter, brother?" Artemis yells, "These mortal men destroy everything. A little girl! There is nothing purer than that, yet they already sent her to Hades for judgment. And with her pride and innocence stolen! They deserve to pay."

"Enough!" Zeus silenced the room, "While it is a sad tale, this does not excuse Persephone's actions. Mortals die every day, many of them young females."

"How dare you!" Persephone rose from her submissive position, glaring at Zeus with all the fire of summer heat, "You have no right to judge me for what I did. Until you hear her screams and pitiful cries for help, you have no worthy opinion. I did what had to be done. Those monsters dared to enter my ground and defile it with their sadistic lusts. They dared to disrespect me by painting my flowers with innocent blood. They deserved to be sent straight to Tartus, that minute. I regret nothing."

"Goddess, mind your place!" Zeus glared back, furious at her insubordination.

"I will not stand idly by as you insult the victim I vowed to protect," Persephone walked forward, daring to come close to his throne. She was breaking all godly manners and didn't care at all, "I committed those murders, but I have committed no sin."

"You will pay," Hera calmy declared, "But if you apologize, dear Persephone, all will be forgiven. You are his daughter. This is a matter of respect."

"I will not apologize for something I do not regret," Persephone held her ground, "I would grow an ocean of those flowers if it means that girl is safe. I would end all mortal men if it would mean that she is alive."

"I will have to punish you," Zeus stood from his throne, "This is a serious crime. You could-"

"Do your worst, Zeus," Persephone glared.

The room fell silent, the Gods praying to each other for Persephone's health. She was in trouble now.

"Tartus," was all Zeus said before he turned around a sat on his throne.

"What!" Demeter cried hysterically, "Tartus! She is a goddess! She is your daughter!"

"In that case, I will be merciful, as I often am," Zeus smirked at Persephone, then turned to Hades, "From this day forth I gift my eldest brother Hades, king of the Underworld, Persephone's soul. She is to spend the rest of her eternity in the darkness of his hell, without the light to grow her precious flowers. This way no more men can fall victim to her meaningless killings. Hades, she is yours to do with as you wish," He leaned forward to his brother's throne, "Make her pay. Treat her like one of your lowly nymphs, always there to keep you company. Or as one of your servants, there to fetch your things. Any way you see fit, make her life as painful as you can possibly imagine."

"He will send her straight to Tartus!" Demeter wept in her throne, "She is your daughter! She will rot in Tartus!"

"Maybe," Zeus smirked, "That's up for Hades to decide. You are all dismissed."