Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters involved in this story, but then I guess no one really does.
So, this story is just Hades' thoughts on the departure of Persephone after her time in the Underworld.
I watched as she waltzed joyfully toward the warmth and comfort of the upper world, all thoughts of the cold and desolate region that I called home, forgotten. The second the light touched her flesh, the malodorous pallor, that had once covered her ivory face, disappeared. In the aromatic scent of the orchids, Persephone looked as though she had just entered the gates of Olympus and had, for the first time, encountered the grand superfluities and beauty associated with it.
Never before had I seen her look so beautiful, except for the first furtive glances that I had dare to cast upon her pale skin. Upon these first glances any promiscuity, I may have once had, evaporated. I became forever bound and devoted to this goddess. Far from the pestilence and smothering death of the Underworld, I felt as though this pale and impetuous virgin could rid me of my melancholy and displace the putrid lugubriousness of my Godly domain. With this beauty accompanying me, the misfortune of forever watching the abject faces of the dead, as they made their sad and saturnine walks, was made more bearable.
Yet now, as I watched her quickly prance away into the sunlight, I came to the stark realization that she felt more like a temporarily vindicated prisoner than any sort of queen. When I had overcome my trepidation after my first sight of her, I had resolved to make this Goddess my queen. I swore that I would perform any task asked of me to win her admiration and love. From the moment I took her into my arms, I knew that I would provide her with the grandest gifts imaginable. Now I knew the hard and unyielding truth; no matter what gift I gave her, nor any expression of love I provided, would ever cause her to reclaim her former vivacity or return my affections.
The introduction of this young queen, into the very source of misfortune and defilement, had the opposite effect of what I had anticipated. Rather than her warmth and liveliness becoming part of me and my home, the repulsive and depraved world had tainted my once fair wife. It seemed to me as though her expression had shifted to one of constant repulsion, not even one who embodied the light could remove the suffocating decay of the Underworld. The filth I had brought her into was defiling her once mirthful attitude.
I now blame myself for this distasteful infestation. I am the keeper of the greatest scourge of humankind. I am the cause of her corruption, my deep and bestial cravings for her pure nectar prevent me from ever allowing her freedom. Although I am death and the ruler and the supreme overlord of perverse decay, there is a plague that I can never rid myself of, and its name is Persephone.