This one's inspired by Edmonton Hadestown, where Hermes mentions that Hades delayed Persephone's train.
Train
When it was new, the train was a thing of beauty—efficient, quick, and, if noisy, elegant in its own way. Persephone had mixed feelings about it at first, but she trusted her husband, and Hades was insistent that as mortal inventions improved, the gods could not be outmatched.
Hermes, at least, had few complaints, as it eased the burden of conducting souls the long way around, and for the people up top the clack of the railways and lonely whistle became a font of joy to look forward to, as it signaled Persephone's arrival after a harsh winter.
As the years went by, as they did in everything, cracks began to show. The train was dangerous, the mortals whispered; those who got on never came back, and yet anyone who could clamor for a ticket aboard would. The whistle seemed ominous now, its conductor more reticent, and the dark shadow on the horizon came with mixed fear and dread.
But the fact that trains could be delayed, keeping Persephone under longer than planned, well, that was probably the worst bit. As she tapped her fingers impatiently, the goddess began to wonder if that was why Hades had suggested such a mode of travel.