Ianthe, Menthe, Admete, Leuce, and this Persephone are MINE. Anyone who uses them without my permission gets attacked by Cerberus.

Everything/everyone else belongs to Disney. Use 'em at your own risk.

The REAL Cosmic Couple

Chapter VI- Hades Puts His Plan Into Action (~Part1~)

Hades instantly went home after his encounter with his mother (though for half the time he hadn't realized), taking her appearance as almost a sign that he and Persephone were meant to be. Even if it was against her will.


Pain and Panic watched Hades move around the Underworld, almost happy about something. It was the best mood he had been in since coming back from the family reunion, and while they were happy for him, they were worried.

"Looks like the boss has a plan," whispered Panic.

Pain nodded in agreement. "I think Persephone's in huge trouble."

"Boss?" said Panic, "If we may be so bold to inquire…."

"What'cha gonna do about Persephone?" interrupted Pain happily. Obviously, Olympus take-over was being put on hold.

Hades turned to them with a huge smirk on his face. "Boys…" he said gleefully, "I've gotten a plan….a great plan, mind you…one that will not fail!" The blue flames on his head rose higher.

Pain and Panic dashed over to Hades. "What is it, Your Deviousness?"

Hades smirked even wider, and went over to his chessboard, already mapping out details in his head. "I'm gonna kidnap her," he said, smirking even wider.

Pain and Panic exchanged glances. "How evil!" said Pain.

"I couldn't come up with something as good as that!" agreed Panic. Strangely enough they were being sincere.

Hades rolled his eyes. "Aw, get outta here…go play with Charon, or something."

Pain and Panic looked at each other nervously, and then slunk out the door.


As soon as they were gone, Hades zapped his chessboard. In an instant, it was transformed into a model of the Underworld. All the little figurines were replaced with all the inhabitants of the Underworld—Pain, Panic, the Furies, Charon, the River Goddesses…himself. And next to the model of the Underworld was Persephone's field—the area where she was at least once a day. He had been watching her for so long that he was able to create accurate figurines of every single nymph, dryad, and Oceanid Persephone worked with, along with one of her mother, and, of course, one of her.

His figurine and Persephone's had been made so that, when placed together, their hands would join.

And so it went—everyday, Hades either watched Persephone, or worked on a plan to kidnap her and bring her down to the Underworld. It took a long time—months, actually. But he was positive that, for once, things would turn out his way.


As the day neared, the Fates spun everything in their tapestry carefully. They had planned this for years now—and though it would seem like Persephone was being…well…tortured, it was for the best. Or, at least, it would be.

But because they were using Persephone so harshly, they figured they could give her a little heads-up of what was coming. As a result, on the day the kidnapping was to be, she woke up with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something bad was goin g to happen.

As expected, she dismissed it. Probably just a bad pomegranate…

The Fates shrugged. Now the blame couldn't be placed on them—they had warned her...in their own subtle way...


With her hands, Persephone tried to tame her blonde hair, which was sticking up in all directions.

"Sephy…" sing-songed Demeter, pushing open the door with her large green body, "Come on, we need to get out into the meadows early: those flowers don't bloom themselves, you know."

"I know, mother," said Persephone, with a hint of annoyance at her mom calling her Sephy again, "Let me just…well...my hair…"

"Here," said Demeter, and a branch that was shaped like a hairbrush appeared in her hand. She gave it to Persephone.

"Thank you." Persephone ran the brush through her hair a few times until it was sharply straight.

"I'll be in the fields," said Demeter and left the room.

Persephone set the brush down. "Oh…um…mom?" she said nervously. Demeter's head appeared back in the doorway.

"Yes?"

"Mother…..I was wondering…if…maybe…you could let me go by myself to the meadows today," said Persephone timidly. It was worth a shot….

Demeter froze. "What?"

Persephone looked at her hopefully, "I'm not going to be completely alone, I'll have all the nymphs, and I know my way around—"

"Absolutely not!" cried Demeter.

"Mother! Why not?"

"It's too dangerous. And you're too young to go wondering about by yourself!"

"I won't be by myself, though," protested Persephone, "Come on, please!"

"No."

"But, mother—"

"No."

Persephone scowled. "Fine. But if you wake up tomorrow and find me gone, don't be surprised."

Demeter laughed. "And just where will you go?"

Persephone ignored her and stormed out the door. Demeter followed her, and they got in the chariot, drawn by two giant Venus fly-traps.


After a few minutes of flying, they alighted on the soft grass on a fresh meadow. Persephone quickly hopped over the side, and whistled while Demeter started going about her work.

A few seconds passed. And then…

There was a loud noise, a shrill whistle in return to Persephone's. And then things began melting from trees, bushes, flowers, etc. Nymphs, dryads, oceanids.

From a little violet by Persephone's feet, a small figure emerged, clothed in all purple with purple hair and purple skin. She pushed her hair behind her pointed ears and smiled at Persephone.

"Hello, Ianthe," said Persephone, kneeling down so that she was eye-level with the toddler nymph.

" 'Ello, Seph," said Ianthe, tucking her purple hair behind her ears again.

Persephone looked around. "Ianthe, where's everyone else?"

She shrugged. "I dunno, Seph. I 'aven't seen a lot of 'em in a whiles."

A few more nymphs joined the two.

"Seph," said one with dark brown hair, and light green skin, with electric green eyes, "Admete's not coming out."

"What? Why?" said Persephone.

The green-eyed nymph shrugged. "She doesn't want to."

"Admete!" yelled Persephone, and a figure formed out of a pool of water. Bleary-eyed, she had bluish skin, and long blue-black hair.

"Seph, I can't work today," said Admete, "Someone dumped something into my pool of water yesterday, and I've been sick since then."

"Oh, all right," grumbled Persephone. She turned back to the nymph with green eyes as Admete melted back to water. "Menthe, anyone else?"

The green-eyed nymph whose name was apparently Menthe thought for a while. "Leuce isn't here," she said finally.

Persephone waved her hand absentmindedly. "I gave her the day off. Ok, we've got everyone covered. Go on to your posts; let me take care of this area." She watched the nymphs scatter, then went over to the far side of the meadow, creating as much distance between her and Demeter as possible. Soon it got so the two couldn't even see each other.


As she moved from flower to flower, opening buds, and causing weeds to die, she felt the presence of someone behind her. When she started to smell sulphur, she knew who it was before she even turned around.

"Funny you'd show up here," said Persephone, turning to face Hades, who was leaning up against a tree watching her with a smirk.

"And why is that?" he said calmly.

"You go on about how 'you hate flowers'…and then show up in a meadow. Is there another side of you we haven't seen?" she said, "Or are you just stalking me?"

"Ooh, someone's mad," said Hades, "Question—why are you so cranky today?"

Persephone's eyes flashed. "I've heard stories about you that don't exactly show off your good side…that is, if you have one."

"So polite you are," said Hades with a smirk, "I just love how you show respect for strangers…"

Persephone rolled her eyes. "You're not a stranger."

Hades shrugged. "But do you know me well enough to consider me as anything else?"

"Point taken," said Persephone. She crossed her arms and faced him with a scowl. "What do you want?"

Hades shrugged again. "Just saying hi."

She smirked. "Cute. Really." She turned to her flowers again. "Now what do you really want?"

The smirk grew wider as he swirled over to her. "I know all about your little problem with your mom."

She tensed. "…What…little problem?" she said cautiously.

"Don't play dumb. She's so overprotective. She doesn't letcha go anywhere. She gives ya no freedom. She keeps ya under lock and key. She's forcing you to marry Apollo. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera."

"How do you know that?" said Persephone.

"Hey. I've done my homework, babe."

"Don't call me babe," snapped Persephone.

"Would you rather I called you Sephy?"

Persephone grimaced. "Fine. You can call me babe."

Hades smirked at her again. "I can help you with your little problem, babe."

She scowled at him. "I'm not stupid, I know all about your little deals. I'm not selling my soul to you."

"I'm not asking you to sell your soul to me," said Hades, adding silently, Although, I wish you would…

"Then what do you want?" she snapped.

He held out his hands in a gesture of peace. "Hey, I just wanna help you out. No tricks." Yeah. No tricks yet.

Persephone laughed, surprising him. "Uh-huh. How would helping me help you?"

"Huh?"

"Why would you want to help me if you didn't gain anything from it?"

Damn, she's smart… "Here's the deal, babe. Me and you both know that you need to get away from yer mom and Mr. Sunshine. Right?"

Persephone turned back to him. "Get to the point. I'm not supposed to talk to you, nor do I want to, so make it quick."

"Ok, ok…sheesh…so. Here's what I'm proposing—if you run away…then mommy won't order you around, and you won't have to marry Apollo."

"Yeah. Then she finds me and I'm grounded for three centuries. Great plan."

Hades preteneded to think. "I see your point…but…aha! She'd never think to look for you in…"

He paused and looked at her.

"…in the Underworld."