I'm so sorry I updated so late but I was caught up in a book last night, you know, the high feeling where you just get lost in a world where nothing else matters, yeah...

Anyway, enjoy!

"She's dead."

"Katherine! How did it go? Was she happy to see you? What did you talk about? Was she happy? Is she healthy? Was he treating her alright?" Questions were thrown at her from all over the room as she tiredly sat down, waiting for them to stop their questioning for her to start talking.

Finally, when all the noise died down, Katherine said every word slowly sso she wouldn't have to repeat them again. "Persephone. Is. Gone."

None of the two spoke a word.

"What?" Elena asked.

"You heard me."

"What do you mean she's gone?!" Bonnie asked, confused.

"Hades killed her," Katherine shrugged nonchalantly but inside her heart was aching.

"Hades killed her?! What the Hell?! He can't just murdered the girl!" Elena shrieked.

"He did."

"Tell me the whole story," Bonnie insisted as she was unsure if Katherine was meaning what she said.

The nymph told her friends everything. Down right to the moment when Persephone may or may not tried to kill her.

"And we can't doing anything about this?" Elena said worriedly, tears streaming down her face at the thought of never seeing Persephone being herself again.

"No. You can't. But I can," Katherine spoke.

"What? How?" Bonnie said, "There's nothing you can do."

"I can see Zeus."

"The girl's got a point. Would someone please listen to her!" Aphrodite said hurriedly, pointing at the nymph standing in the middle of their circle of thrones.

"Again, you're only thinking for your own good so butt out and let the adults take care of this," Hermes said and Katherine sneered:

"Said the God who damned her to Hell in the first place."

"You are in the presence of eleven of the most powerful Gods and Goddesses here, nymph. I would choose my words carefully if I were you," Artemis said threateningly.

"Oh, right. So kill me," she held out her arms out to both sides of her, "kill me and see what those of you who want Persephone back with Demeter would use to your strength."

All of the gods shared glances and she knew she was right.

"We really should return her, brother. I've seen her and not only has she not improve Hades's mood but he has turned her into a female version of himself. I say we return her," Poseidon said, glancing at Katherine and watching as the others nodded.

"The Earth couldn't take anymore cracking or else there'll be nothing left!" Dionysus added calmly, irritated for not having any wine to drink.

"And the mortals are starving! Man kind will be extinct if this keeps up," Athena said.

"Plus, it seems like the plan has failed, anyway, so let's return to her mother," Apollo injected, thinking about what might happen if they do.

"I think I'm good. War has been going great and people are now prone to engage in physical activities to get food and water. I say the girl stays," Ares chuckled, his hands and arms maring with fresh scars.

"My decision remain as the last time," Athena stated, smiling smugly at the faces in front of her. She wasn't the Goddess Of Wisdom for nothing!

"Besides, if we let her stay down there a little longer then she would become the New Hades before we know it," Hermes said.

"So you are all going back on your vote before, then?" Zeus's voice boomed across the room.

"I say let's re-vote," Hera soothed her husband's annoyance at the failure of his plan. It was so perfect. The Persephone he knew wouldn't have given up and let Hades take over like that. But she has and now he was going to recieve the bad end of his decision.

He sighed, "All in favour of Persephone returning with her mother?"

Everyone stood. Except for Ares.

"I here by declare Persephone is to return to her Mother in Eleusis," Zeus said as he pounded his thunderbolt down onto the ground as thunder and lightning strike through the sky.

"But I haven't voted yet," Ares scowled.

When Rebekah was starting to drift off into a tired slumber, she was jolted awake by the soft, steady breathing of his breath.

The blonde princess got up as quietly as she could and lit up the candle that sat on the nearby table; bringing it to the bed, holding it close but not too close to his face and she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth just in time to catch the rest of it.

He was beautiful. His features sharp and his lips pouting softly. Lips that she'd just kissed a few minutes ago.

Kneeling beside him, she took him in.

His lashes were resting on his cheek softy, barely brushing it; his nose straight and his jaw squared with stubble across it. Stubbles that scratched her skin so tantalizingly earlier.

Staring at his angelic face, Rebekah wondered how she ever could have doubted this man. The man that vowed to never hurt her in anyway and she didn't keep her promise to him. That was to never try and see him.

Realizing her mistake, she blew out the candle and quickly got up from her knees to return beside him, back into his warm arms but in her haste, the hot candle wax spilled over the edge, hitting his skin and he bolted up right, scaring her and she dropped the plate.

Eros's eyes wandered through the room before settling on his nude wife and the objects that was pooling and drying and shattered at her feet.

Rage. Disappointment. Betrayal filled him as he looked into her eyes in the dark, seeing the surprise and the blind factor in them.

"I told you..." he said lowly.

"I know. I'm so sorry! Let me explain!" She rushed to his side, one of her foot dipping into the almost dried wax on the floor, it burned her tender skin but she didn't care.

He stood up and away from her and in a flash, were already covering him as he gaze down at her, sitting and searching in the dark.

"I asked you one thing. One thing!"

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! It's just that I never saw your face and you didn't even give me your name! I just... I just..." she stuttered.

"Oh so you want the technicalties, huh? You want the thing that could possibly cloud your judgment of me?" He said calmly with a menacing edge to his voice. "I'm Eros, Rebekah. I'm Cupid and I am love itself! Are you happy now, Rebekah?"

"You're a... you're a..."

"Yes, I'm a God! See? This is exactly how I thought you would react. That's why I kept this from you but you didn't trust me enough! After all of the time we spent together and you still don't trust me! -"

"Eros, please..."

"No, goodbye, Rebekah," and with that, he was gone.

"No... no..." The girl sat there in bed, crying. There was no point in coming across that room, anymore. He was gone. She could feel it. The emptiness inside her growing as she curled up into a ball and wept into her knees and sometimes in the night, she must have laid down the bed from weariness.

But the next day, Rebekah found herself on the grass, under the sun and fully dressed. The soft, lush sheets under her fingers weren't there. The house wasn't there and she had no idea where she was. Everything just... disappeared.

Hades settled into his throne as Hermes walked through the entrance, his golden attire stood out in the room of darkness.

"She needs to go back," he said, stopping before Hades and not liking the fact that he was set to look like the lower God of the two.

"Ahh... But you see, my bride has only began finding her true self in this realm so, therefore, I shall not let her go," Hades replied with a condescending tone and sipped his ambrosia.

"Doesn't matter. We all agreed that Persephone would be returning to old life and more importantly, her mother."

"Demeter! How's she doing?"

"Physically or emotionally?" Hermes narrowed his eyes at the God, using his usual snarky lines.

"Either way. I am not giving Persephone up. She's been a blast lately," he smirked his sinister grin over the rim of the goblet. "Taking over all of the work down here. Quite energetic and bossy, that one," he mused, putting the goblet down gently.

"You're lying she would never hurt a fly as disturbing as the fact is. Persephone's a little girl living in a bubble of rainbows and butterfly. Still, you need to return her. No excuses," he said sternly.

The thought of that blonde, sweet girl even trying to be dangerous and cold was impossible to conjure in Hermes's mind. It was one of the many impossible things in life. Persephone was not dark and loathsome. But, as many others were wrong, she could be dark and loathsome, she just didn't choose to be one. Until now.

"Oh really?" Hades said, feigning surprise. "Then I guess it's just some other maiden that looks exactly like her." He shrugged when black smoke appeared in thin air and surrounded the image of Persephone walking through the more... carnal part of the Field Of Punishment, a death glare fixed in her eyes as they scanned unflinchingly at the activities going on around her.

Hermes was shocked at the sight. It was unmistakably Persephone. It just... wasn't her.

"You've gotta be kidding. What did you do to her?" He marched up the steps of the throne toward Hades but instantly found it empty the next.

"Nothing. She was merely finding herself and adjusting to her -" he looked around the room with his eyes "- new home," he smirked.

"You bastard!" Heremes lunged again and missed.

"I suggest you get the Hell out of this place, Messenger before I set fire to that little human that you keep company," he said, no longer playing.

"You stay away from her," Hermes seethed.

"Then stay away from this place," Hades said as he sat back on his throne.

"I would love to but she is to come with me. Mortals are starving and they would soon be extinct if Demeter keep this up," he tried reasoning with him.

"Ahh... that must be why the Asphodel Meadows were overloading. That is a lot of people," Hades jested as he remembered the increasing numbers of souls there's been.

"So you see. They are dying and we can't let it go on just because Zeus thought that you could use some enlightenment in your merry way!"

"Well, she has been such an enlightenment," he smirked again and Hermes glared.

"The point is. You need to give her back. There's no point in denying it because the others will be a pain in the ass when you do."

"But let's think about it for a moment here, mate," he said, crouching forward and put his elbows on his knees. "If mortals become extinct then Zeus will fall and I will rise. That means that I will get every thing that he stole away from me and more. Now, why would I want to return her?"

"Because she is not who she is and you know it," Hermes said, "Tell me, Hades, what drew you to her?" He walked around, moving his body but never taking his eyes off the Lord Of The Dead. "Her light? The joy in her eyes? Or the fact that she's always so happy and hyper to a point that you want to strangle her, huh?"

Hades didn't answer, images of the old Persephone and the one he's created smashed together. One pure and one tainted.

"Sure might like her now but could you really say that you'd like her the way she is now in... I don't know, a century later?" Hermes raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes," he answered, his teeth grinding against each other and his hands in fists on th armrests.

"Really? Is that why you do your little walks on Earth? Because you like the dark so much that you'd never want to see anything good and beautiful and full of life?"

No response.

"You don't want her this way, Hades. You only thought you want this because she doesn't want you and you're hurting from it, thinking that if she was like you, she'll love you," he knew he struck a nerve as Hades flinched, his eyes narrowing at the God beneath him. "But she won't. If she can't love anything else then she'll only hate you more. Think about it, Hades. You have three days before I come back and collect her."

"You won't get her," he spoke grimly, his mind reeling from what Hermes said.

"We'll see," he smirked when his back was to Hades.

After all, how could he be Hermes when he doesn't know people's weaknesses and exploit them?

"No, Poseidon! I am not that forgiving! How could you possibly think that he is right for her?! How can I trust your judgement after that?!" Katherine said grudgingly, stopping in front of the Sea God, no longer running or hiding.

"You can't. Just j- "

"I swear to you, if you say jump I will kill you," she said threateningly, holding a hand to him.

"Then what can I do to earn your forgiveness?" He asked, agitated as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know. Maybe you never will."

And with that, she walked away from him once again.

She didn't know what to think.

Was she suppose to be mad at him? For ditching her after she failed his trust and didn't oblige to the only request he's made? Well, the only formal request he's made.

Was she suppose to be hurt? Hurt that he could leave her so easily and in the middle of nowhere? Or was she suppose to just take everything and find her way home? Be happy that she was now free from him?

If she was then it must be really deep down inside because she wasn't happy. She was just confused by everything that's been happening. Every decision she's made led to this. She ruined the relationship.

Was it even a relationship? Yes. Yes, it was. And now he's gone and she's nowhere.

Rebekah traveled on and on. She didn't know where she was going but her feet moved on their own, putting one in front of the other, searching unconsciously for him.

But she knew she couldn't find him for he was a God and what kind of God stayed down here when they didn't want to or have to?

Sighing, she recalled his words from the night before. The hurt in his voice was obvious and it broke her heart, remembering it.

"I'm Eros, Rebekah. I'm Cupid and I am love itself! Are you happy now, Rebekah?"

Eros... Cupid... Son Of Aphrodite!

The thought in her right in the face and she knew who she needed to talk to in order to find him. What she didn't know was that the mother didn't want her to find her husband. All she wanted was for her to suffer.

He approached her in the Judgement Room, observing her as she added in a comment here and there and then, when she felt the need to, she would give the final decision herself. It was fun watching her, really, she was so determined in her way that Minos was becoming angry.

"Don't you just love it, sweetheart?" He asked from behind her and she did not even react.

"Love what?" She asked, her voice void of any emotion.

"The power. The power you can have on a person and how nobody would even dare crossing your path. Don't you just love it?" His hands grabbed her shoulders as he leaned in, whispering light words that carried so much meaning into her ears.

"Who doesn't like power?" She asked again, not bothering to shake off his hands.

"But isn't it wonderful that you have it and others don't?" He taunted, wanting her to say it.

"It is... quite something..."

"In other words, you love it?" He peppered kisses up her slender neck, missing the taste of her flesh.

She suddenly turned her head and their lips were inches apart.

"That just means that I have even more power against you, Hades. Nothing's changed," she muttered, her full bottom lip brushing his as she disappeared from under his senses.

Hades let his hands fall and his eyebrows furrowing.

Hermes was right. He didn't make her love him by changing her. He made her hate him even more now that she's emotionless.

"Why yes, my dear, I know where Eros is," Aphrodite said, yawning and checked her nails in boredom.

"But..." Psyche prompted gently. The narcissistic Goddess was getting on her nerves after the whole hour of talking round and round and enduring her insults for she was probably the only one who could help her.

"But..." Aphrodite drawed, "how could I give it away for free after what you've done to my son! You failed his trust and betrayed him! Such actions are not to be ignored and go unpunished!" She spoke dramatically.

"What do you want me to do, then?" She asked, sighing as she heard the Goddess's voice rang out into her ears annoyingly.

"Come," she stood up and held out her hand toward her, a smug grin on her face.

Psyche reluctantly took it after the first snap and in a blink, they were in some kind of room filled with heaves and other things...

"Separate the wheat, barley, poppyseed, chickpeas, lentils, and beans from each other. Then but each kind in one of these," Aphrodite pushed one of the heaves to her. "Before dawn the next day, then maybe I'll tell you where Eros is."

And before Psyche got the chance to decline the task for it was impossible to do, Aphrodite was gone, leaving her alone in the room with no doors or windows or any entrance, really.

Sighing, she plopped down onto the floor and began the task.

She didn't even know which is which but she would have to guess because there was no way out and she was already missing Eros so much that it hurt.

"Eros, darling! You shouldn't be up and about! Your burn is still fresh!"

"I'm fine, mother. It's just a little wound. I'm okay," he said in a sad voice, not looking for a quarrel with his mother.

"Please, my darling. Humor me and stay in this room until your wound is healed," she pressed him onto the bed and he sighed, nodding. He wasn't in the mood to go looking at couples and staring at their happiness whilst he didn't have any, anyway.

But, as the Fates would put it, his happiness was merely a wall away from him, being aid by ants and insects to complete the task to find out where he was.

Hades, having realizing the sad fact, stood beside Persephone with a lump in his throat.

"What now?" She asked, the usual annoyance in her tone no where to be heard.

"I have exciting news to tell you," he said, his voice low for he did not want to say the following words.

She looked at him expectantly as he clasped his hands behind him and swallowing the notch that seemed to have stuck in his throat.

"You... can go home," he muttered, looking away.

"What?" Her tone rose a note and he glanced back at her as she let it sink in. "Stop joking, Hades. I'm not really going home," she said, the note dropping.

"It wouldn't be my first choice, love," he gritted out. "But it is the truth. You will going home to your friends and family in three days." And away from me. Forever. Just like you wanted.

Persephone's eyes widened and she smiled. "Really? Really?! You're letting me go?!" She grabbed his hand with hers and jumped up and down, the light shining through.

"I am."

"Oh my gods! I'm... I'm going to be able to see Elena again! And Bonnie and Mother and... oh my gods Katherine! I have to apologize!" She gasped.

The little - big - change in her demeanor didn't slip by him. The way her whole face changed and lit up when he said she could go home. Her reaction to it.

So all of it. They were all just her reactions? She basically just captures the nature of her surrounding and fit around it? No. He didn't want to believe that. It wasn't true. He changed her. He made her different. She didn't just adapt it. He changed her and he wanted it to stay for when she go back, a part of him, a remembrance of him would go with her.

"I would be able to see the sun again! Oh my gods! I wonder how the Earth has changed! I bet it would be the same. Maybe it's summer. Or is it fall, yet? Oh, whatever season it is, I'm sure it'll be beautiful! And how about a little sunshine, huh? It wouldn't kill me," she rambled, turning her back to him as she went on and on. "I have so much to tell Elena and Bonnie! And so much rage to deal with the others! I mean, ugh! They were responsible for me being stuck here! Well, not fully, I mean, we all know this wouldn't have happened if you didn't kidnap me in the first place but... Hades?"

She moved her eyes around to look for him but he was no where to be found.

By dawn, Aphrodite was pratically breaking her face in half by smiling too much in the pass night as she imagined Psyche's tear stained face and sobs, begging at her feet to tell her where Eros was but of course, she wouldn't tell her. No one could have finish that task in one night. Hell, no one could have finish that task, at all! They'd propably go crazy.

But what she saw knocked the grin off of her pretty face like someone's punched her.

There Psyche was, sitting and sobbing but not from hurt or pain. It was from joy and happiness for the task was completed by the ants by the time she woke up.

Clearing her throat and hiding the obvious anger that was building inside her, Aphrodite greeted her with smiles and praises.

"Well done! Well done! I could have done it myself but I'm glad that you were able to help me," she said, her voice startling Psyche.

"Thank you, Goddess. If you would kindly give me the information I need and I will be out of your hair in no time," the former princess said.

"But oh no, my dear! It seemed like my clothes are all shredded by Eros in his violent tantrum. I'm afraid I will have to ask you another favor before giving up his whereabouts." Aphrodite offered the girl a consoling smile and recieved a glare.

"What is it that you want me to do?" She said, her brows furrowing, the feeling of being used flooded her mind.

Aphrodite just held out her hand again, bending the fingers so graciously that Psyche wanted to vomit but she took it nonetheless. It couldn't be so horrible, now, could it? Just one more task and she'll be able to see her husband.

"Here we are," Aphrodite said, pointing at the herd sheep with golden fur. "Collect me some of those, as much as your arms can hold and I'll consider telling you where Eros is."

This should be easy, Psyche thought as she began crossing the water but a ripping noise stopped her in her tracks. It was coming from the body of a rabbit. Or what was left of the rabbit for the other half was in one of the golden sheep's mouth as it chewed.

She turned once again to tell Aphrodite that the task was impossible but only find nothing but tree trunks, bushes and green grass.

Persephone's face fell as she took in his absense and focused on how he must have felt about the news.

She's been so occupied with herself to even think about him and now that she is, she began to wonder how it would actually be of she no longer had to see him ever again. Wait. Hades didn't say she would be returning forever. She will have to come back, right? Did she want to come back? She haven't decided yet but the thought of never seeing him again made her feel... uneasy. It was a rumble in her stomach and a soft tug at her heart.

But why was he suddenly wanting to let her go? What drove him into doing it? Did he not want her anymore? Is that it? That he was just bored of her because she broke and let him affected her? Was he no longer in love with her? Did she wanted him to still be in love with her?

Persephone thought as she walked out of the forest and into the weed field, leaving a trail of flowers behind her to get back.

She walked for what seemed like forever, her head filled with questions upon questions upon questions about him and it was slowly driving her insane. This place drove her insane. Maybe it was a good thing that she was going back.

What was she thinking? Of course it's a good thing that she's going back! There was no questions about it.

Hades on the other hand... was an enigma of a God to her. Was he bad? Was he good? Did he truly loved her? Did he not? It was maddening.

She passed the promenade tree without a so much as a second glance at it and proceeded to the white poplar tree.

He said he loved her. He said that he didn't want her to go so he turned her into the tree. The tree that would forever exist here as she will in his heart if his words were truthful. Maybe he did love her, Leuce. And maybe he also loved her, as well. Maybe he could really love and see her more than just some girl he's felt the need to ravish.

Maybe they had a chance together.

But chances are made and as time was closing upon them, there wasn't much time for making chances.

She wasn't expecting a call from Psyche at all, presuming she would be dead for the sheep would have eaten her.

But again, she was wrong.

The girl was still calling out her name in glee and triumph as she appeared in front of her.

To Aphrodite's amazement, there wasn't anything bigger than light scratches on her skin. The only blood she could detected was from the cut not so deep into her skin on her upper left arm. She was livid.

"However did you manage it, Psyche?" She asked in a pretended light tone, furrowing her brows and looking at the sheep, whom were still there in the flesh.

"I picked it from the branches in the woods after the herd fell asleep," she said smilingly.

"I see..." Aphrodite nodded.

"So can you -"

"Oh dear gods I've been so tired! My beauty is waning and I need something to enhance it!"

Psyche sighed, her shoulders dropping. "What?"

"The essence of the Goddess Persephone herself," she said.

Aphrodite had already thought it through. As rumor has it, Persephone was now no better than Hades, tortuing people and feeding on their sorrow and sadness. Maybe even more intimidating and that her forgiving, caring and sweet side was no longer there. Psyche was going to be walking into her own death by going to her.

"Persephone," she repeated the name, her voice shaking slightly. "As in, Persephone in the Underworld?"

"Yes, of course, my dear! I suggest you make haste on your way because he will be waiting for you," she said and Psyche immediately perked up.

The thought of reuniting with Eros was like a dream to her. It has been her goal from the start, hasn't it? If not then Hades could damn her to the darkest, deepest pit in Tartarus and she wouldn't comply to this Goddess's demands.

"I'll do it."

"Perfect! Take this," a small jewelry box floated to where Psyche was standing and she took it, opening it to find it empty. "Put anything that belonged or touched by Persephone and put it in there. No matter what you do, do not open that box, understand?" She nodded. "And bring it back to my temple then I shall consider telling you where Eros is."

"No," Psyche shook her head. "You have to tell me when I return this box to you, filled with Persephone's essence. Not consider."

"Very well, go on, then, the faster you go the closer you'll get to Eros." And with that Aphrodite disappeared.

What was it about Gods and the disappearing into mist thing?

She was just about to start the treacherous journey but a thought hit her and it hit her hard. She had no idea where the entrance to the Underworld was.

She was leaving. Leaving him. Forever.

Somehow, Hades hadn't quite grasp the concept just yet.

His mind flashed rolled his conversation with Zeus, bringing everything, every memory, every feeling and every action until now, alive.

He could still feel her supple, smooth skin under his finger tips. The way her soft lips pressed but against his and the way her breath hitched when he touched her.

And her smile. The smile that was stolen from her by him. But he gave it back to her. He gave her back her light by letting her go. He did the right thing for her for Hermes was right. She could never love him if she can't love anything else and he was very hard to love.

But why was he doing the right thing for her? He wasn't selfless. He was selfish and dangerous and cold. He didn't put others' desires before his and he never will.

No. Persephone will have to stay.

But then Zeus wouldn't stop harassing him and Poseidon would lecture him to no end on how to be a gentleman.

Then she wouldn't stay here forever.

Hades thought of a plan to keep her here with him. Anything. Even if it's the lowest scheme in all of the worlds.

And he stopped at the promenade tree, staring up at its leaves and its fruit.

Anything...

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