Thanks, everyone, for the reviews! Here's another chapter! Let me know if I should put the demigods in their own "sequel" after the gods! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 8: PERSEPHONE MAKES FLOWERS BLOOM

Hades was sitting calmly in his study, texting Thanatos.

HADES: Hey.

THANATOS: Hey.

HADES: Did you murder people yet?

THANATOS: There's this guy who's in the hospital in a coma…not sure what to do with him.

HADES: Kill him.

THANATOS: KK.

Hades was about to leave to go to the kitchen and get an orange or something, when the phone rang. "Hello?" he said.

"H-Hades?" Persephone's depressed voice rang. "I…I have some crap news for you."

"What is it?" Hades said.

"I have to get surgery!" Persephone screamed.

"On what? Your head?"

Persephone screamed a long list of cuss words in foreign, then continued. "No, you idiot! My wisdom teeth! I need to get them ripped out!"

"Where are you?" Hades asked her.

"I'm at the dentist," she said.

"For what?"

"A cleaning, Hades. I've already made my appointment in a week, and guess what?"

"I'm taking you."

"That is correct, good sir!" And Persephone hung up.

Why does she yell at me all the time? Hades thought to himself.

A week later, Persephone and Hades headed into the dentist office. They were in a middle of an argument until the receptionist looked at them funny.

"I still don't see why you hate cereal!" Persephone yelled, causing several patients to glare at her from their seats.

"Cereal's gay!" Hades yelled. He meant "gay" as in "stupid".

Whether Persephone agreed with him is still a mystery, since she rolled her eyes, signed in, and took a seat near the back of the waiting room. Hades followed her.

He picked up a magazine entitled The Walking Dead: All You Need to Know About Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse. Hades shrugged and started reading. Persephone was reading her own junk, Flowers and the Methods on Growing Them.

"Persephone," Hades said, showing her the magazine, "do you think I should built a shelter?"

"Why?"

"Just in case a zombie apocalypse hits and I'm alone and have no family to love me."

"Why did I marry you again?"

"I kidnapped you," Hades reminded her.

A little girl ran over to Hades and kicked him. "You're a jerk," she told Hades.

"Hey!" Hades barked at her. "Don't call me that, or I shall come to your house and eat your soul!"

"Perse-phone!" a nurse said. "Is there a Perse-phone here?"

Persephone looked at her. "Did you mean Persephone?"

The nurse looked down at her chart. "Yep. Follow me, honey!"

"Good luck," Hades smirked at her. "I hope you die and come back as a better wife."

She kicked him on her way over to the nurse.

Persephone was led into a room. She sat down in the chair and stared up at the rectangular lights in the ceiling. Then she made the mistake of looking to her right, where she saw instruments of torture. She didn't know what they were called, but she felt lucky that she was being put to sleep.

"Dear?"

Persephone glanced at the nurse. "Huh?"

"I said are you allergic to anything?"

"Yeah. My husband."

But the nurse didn't laugh, so Persephone stopped doing crap jokes and sat back in the chair.

"Okay," said the nurse, putting a napkin around Persephone's neck, "Dr. Flowers will be in in a bit."

Soon Dr. Flowers came in. He wore pink scrubs and had blond hair. "Hi, Perse-phone."

Persephone loved Dr. Flowers only because of his last name…that's why she chose him. But he always pronounced her name wrong. It's not Perse-phone, it's Per-SEPH-uh-nee!

"Is your name Greek?" he asked her.

Now, in case it wasn't clear before, Persephone had massive attitude that day. So, because she's such a smartass, she looked at the doctor and snapped: "No, I'm Malaysian."

"Oh. How wonderful," Dr. Flowers said, obviously not aware that Persephone was Greek. He kicked a button and the chair fell backwards. "Let's get started!"

Persephone was told to breathe some gas into her lungs…and she was out.

Meanwhile, Hades was sitting in the waiting room, reading the zombie apocalypse magazine. Suddenly, he noticed something weird: the date of the next predicted zombie apocalypse. It said that the next predicted zombie apocalypse was December 21, 2015.

"DAMMIT!" Hades screamed. "THAT'S WHEN THE WINTER COUNCIL MEETS! BALLS!" He cussed some more and announced to the almost-empty waiting room: "EVERYONE, A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE IS COMING IN DECEMBER OF THIS YEAR! MAKE PREPARATIONS TO MOVE TO NEPTUNE!"

An hour later, Persephone was sitting on the couch in the Palace of Hades. Hades was messaging her face while she moaned and groaned.

"Honey," Hades said, "how are you feeling?"

"I feel…really bad…" she said slowly. "How do you feel?"

"I feel good," said Hades. "Oh, I wanted to—"

Persephone screamed and got down on the floor. "Mommy said no snugglies with Hades tonight! Or ever!"

"What?" Hades asked her.

"I said no snugglies! You're a bad, bad jerk-face and you suck!"

"Why thank you," said Hades. "But I'm used to that. I call Demeter a heartless bitch and—quite frankly—I love it!"

"I DON'T CARE, ASS!" Persephone kicked and punched Hades until he was bleeding ichor.

"Owie," Hades groaned. He ran to the counter to mop up the ichor and get Persephone's drugs. "Here, sweetheart. Here are your meds. Take them and leave me alone!"

Persephone downed the whole bottle of pills…all in one gulp. She snapped her fingers—like she was dancing to a song from "Pitch Perfect"—and fell on the ground in a pile of flowers.

Hades said, a little too late: "I think you're only supposed to take one."

But Persephone was unconscious.

Not the way I wanted to end it, but whatever. The middle part/beginning was funny, right? FYI, this is the last chapter that I'm going to write with the gods going to the mortal dentists. Owlion12 suggested I do some gods ripping out each other's teeth, so I'll try that for the rest of them. And they'll be awake…so be warned of crazy, high gods…again.