Some people dream, some do not. While all the mortals of the land are under Morpheus's ministrations, it is no different for the gods.

Ares dreams of a successful war campaign. He sees the carnage, smells the blood after a battle that has killed hundreds, maybe thousands. The lust for the side he has chosen to hail him as their patron god courses through him. He is perfectly at ease in his sleep.

Dionysus dreams of a wild party. The patrons of the party partake in the consumption of alcohol and dance the night away, some sneaking off behind pillars and trees to explore each other's parties, not caring that there were others present not too far away but simply seeking to have a good time. Dionysus smiles in his sleep when these images fill his head. He is elated.

While some gods and goddesses have the best dreams they could ever imagine, some are not so lucky. Persephone is one of these deities.

The landscape before her was dark and barren. It looked like a field that had fell to her mother's winter. Flowers were withered and crunched under her bare feet. A cold wind wrapped around her, chilling her to the bone. Persephone wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She was wondering how she even got to where she was when she heard a voice calling her name.

"Persephone…Persephone"

She heard it on every breeze that blew by. Persephone was so cold that she could see her breath. She felt compelled to move toward whoever was calling her.

"Persephone…closer"

The voice sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. The closer she got to it the more unbearable the cold became. Soon she began to run, wanting to get out of the frozen wasteland as fast as possible, hoping the voice could be her salvation. The flower goddess came across a temple. It was in ruins. Pillars were toppled and it looked like half of it was collapsed. Persephone ventured in anyway. The whole thing shook due to how unstable the whole structure was.

"Persephone…"

The voice beckoned her. She turned a corner and saw him. Chained to the wall and almost reaching the ceiling of the temple was the tyrant. The cannibal king. Kronos. His head lifted and Persephone was stricken with fear when his eyes met hers.

"Ah, there you are, Persephone. You look so much like my Rhea. So beautiful…so pure." His words then turned into a growl as he pulled at the chains, yanking them from the wall, freeing himself. Suddenly he was running at her. Before the goddess had a chance to run, he was there, lifting her up his level.

"I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

Persephone jolted upright in her bed, screaming and sobbing. She felt something constrict around her. Thinking it was still the grip of Kronos, she started thrashing. Someone started talking to her.

"Persephone. Persephone please relax."

She knew that voice. It wasn't Kronos but…

Persephone stopped thrashing and opened her eyes only to stare into her husband's obsidian ones.

"Hades?"

The king of the Underworld nodded as he wiped away a stray tear. Persephone immediately hugged him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Hades wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"You were having a nightmare, my flower. Do you want to talk about it?" Hades asked. He could feel his wife shake her head from where it was nestled. He could feel her shaking so he rubbed her back and rocked her gently, trying to soothe her.

Suddenly, Persephone lifted her head to look at him. Kronos and Hades did share some features but this was indeed her Hades. She was sure he was real and that she was awake…but a little reassurance never hurt anyone.

"My king," Persephone whispered. "How do I know you are real? How do I know you are not still a dream?"

Without missing a beat, Hades gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought her up for a kiss. It started out innocent at first, then turned into a passionate make out session. Persephone's hands grasped his hair. She felt herself fall back onto the satin sheets as Hades pinned her wrists to the bed. He kissed her cheek before peppering her jaw with feather light smooches. He eventually ended up at her neck where he took his time alternating between licking and kissing. Persephone could not help but let out a moan at his actions.

"Still have trouble believing I'm real, my love?" he asked. Persephone smirked.

"Perhaps a bit more convincing wouldn't hurt," she replied.

Hades did not waste any time. He brushed her auburn hair out of her face and dove in for another kiss. He kept one of his hands upon her cheek and let one hand explore her body. His fingers trailed down her perfect body to her breasts where he pinched and kneaded. Persephone made sure he knew just how much she appreciated his ministrations. Her husband's fingers eventually made their way to between her legs where he proceeded to slip a finger between her folds, using his thumb to massage her apex of nerves.

Persephone wondered just how Hades knew what to do to drive her over the edge every time. It seemed as if he knew everything about her and what she needed.

Hades nibbled her ear and whispered sweet nothings as she finally came, releasing herself all over his fingers.

"What would you like, my queen?" He whispered in her ear. Persephone could only mumble, but that was all Hades needed as he lined himself up at Persephone's entrance and the two became one.

Hours later when both were spent, husband and wife lay tangled up in one another. The king watched as his precious goddess drifted off to sleep again. He would be there if she had another nightmare to calm her and perhaps, to his delight, convince her of his existence some more. For now, Hades buried his face in his wife's hair that still smelled of springtime even in winter.

"I will always be the champion of your dreams," was what he whispered into the night before he too fell asleep.