Hades and Persephone, a well-known love story. Hades, drawn to Persephone like a magnet, he wanted her, but Demeter refused. By Zeus' blessing, he kidnapped her and made her his bride. For the next century, Persephone fought to love him, but it was hard. She knew what he was capable of and she was terrified of it. Given the power of fertility, she refused to give him any children. She could control her fertility. Until...she couldn't.

Her love for Hades was controlled by him. Persephone's freedom was something she yearned for every year. Every spring she'd come back to the mortal realm. And every spring she'd see Ares, helping her mother. Sometimes Hera would accompany him. Given those three months, she bonded with Ares. And a romantic relationship formed from it. One night, her desire for Ares was stronger than her ability to control her fertility, and fell pregnant. By the end of spring, it was time for her to go back to the Underworld, to Hades... and she'd never been more afraid.

As soon as she entered the Underworld, Hades sensed the new life brewing in Persephone's womb, and instantly knew it wasn't his, but a product of her affair. He banished her from the Underworld, and Ares refused to take Persephone in, due to his blossoming relationship with Aphrodite. She returned home, to Demeter, her mother, and the both of them awaited the arrival of Persephone's firstborn.

Meanwhile, Hades was torn. Wreaking havoc on the mortal realm; earthquakes, quicker deaths.. Zeus had never seen so much death come from Hades' anger. He contemplated sending his Hounds to Demeter's garden, maybe snapping his fingers and terminating her pregnancy. But his love for her was still strong, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The moment Persephone's daughter was born, Hades heard her cries. Heard Persephone's agony. He, himself, cried out in pain, knowing that child was the living, breathing product of Hades' heartbreak. He had to put an end to it, to his suffering, to his pain.

He spawned himself into the infant's nursery, looking down at this small child, swaddled and quiet. And oh-so peaceful. All he could see was Ares, and betrayal. He lifted a hand, flames fuming from his palms. Tears ran down his cheeks as he clenched his jaw. I can't kill a baby. He removed himself from the nursery, spawning back into his realm down below and threw balls of fire at the sky.

Years passed, and he couldn't contain himself. He surfaced to the mortal realm. Disguised as an Eastern bluebird, he perched on a branch above, looking for Persephone. He heard Demeter. He hadn't realized he was in her garden. She passed by, frolicking between raspberry bushes. She looked behind her and called out, "You gotta be faster than that!" There went Persephone, and Hades' heart dropped. She looked a little older, her hair was now longer. She looked... happy. Happier than he'd seen her in the years they were together. Behind Persephone was her daughter. No older than six years old, running right behind her mother. She had Ares' chestnut-brown hair and Persephone's blue eyes.

For the next few weeks, Hades had a need to watch over that little girl. For a while, he didn't know her name, and he was fine with not knowing it. He had an urge to protect her. So he did just that. He took shapes of many things, but a wolf pup was his favorite, and it was hers, too. Hades was her best friend; he accompanied her across rivers, picking flowers and berries, and attending to chores given by Persephone and Demeter. While Hades was taking a drink from a stream, he looked up and saw the little girl, grabbing a seed in her hands and blossoming a tulip from her palms. He couldn't believe that such a young child could tune into her godly powers so quickly. This child was special, he thought to himself.

She isn't your daughter, he thought, as he walked away from the little girl. Why are you here? This girl isn't your responsibility. What are you doing? Is it jealousy? Is it because Persephone gave Ares the one thing she wouldn't give you: a family. The little girl inched closer to Hades' wolf pup form and petted him. His troubles melted away as she placed a kiss at the top of his head.

"You're a cutie," she cooed. "I should give you a name!"

Hades laughed. Here we go.

"How about... Theodore! It means god given and you're my best friend, so I like to think a god brought you to me." She crouched and whispered, "But don't tell anyone about gods. It's a secret." He scoffed and nodded his little wolf head. "You understand me?" He cocked his head. "Silly wolf, you can't understand me. But I like to pretend you do."

"Wow, I'm so rude!" the little girl started. "I gave you a name but I haven't given you mine! I'm Callisto. Mommy and Nana call me Calli. You're my only friend, so you can call me that, too!" Callisto. You kissed her cheek. "I can't tell mommy about you, she'll be so mad! But you won't hurt me, right?" He nestled himself in her lap and whimpered. "I know you won't," she said as she ran a delicate hand through his fur.

Years passed. A year, then four, eight, and more. Hades continued to portray himself as a wolf, now fully grown. Callisto hadn't told Demeter or Persephone about her wolf, and was never planning on it. But Hades...

Hades was now as confused as before, if not more. He watched Callisto grow from a child to a beautiful young woman. A marvelous mix of Demeter, Persephone and Ares. Demeter's freckles, Persephone's frame and eyes, and Ares' hair. But he didn't view her as a daughter, but a friend; a way he made amends with his past without realizing it. As he pounced off a rock, readying himself to run into the Underworld realm, he heard horns in the sky, signaling a god was coming. But this wasn't just any god. It was Ares.

A/N: I'll be updating this story in Wattpad more frequently, so if you'd like to read it there, my username is PoeticNironic

Thank you for your time, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!