Jareth was now facing behind him, his eyes still closed, relishing in the few seconds left of life before getting his last glimpse of Sarah. At least he could die knowing that he had tried his best to bring her back.

Right before he opened his eyes, he heard an explosion above his head. Confused, he turned back around and covered his head from any flying objects.

He could feel the warmth of the sun shining on him and could see the red glow of it through his eyes, the light breeze sifting the autumn air reaching his hair and messing it up even more than it had before. He opened his eyes, gaping at the sight before him.

Queen Persephone was holding her hand out towards him.

She was the absolute last person he had expected to see. He felt no malice from her, and noted the determined but sad expression on her face. He took her hand and she easily pulled him up to the earth, being the goddess that she is, she was strong.

He really was weak from the ordeal. He couldn't even walk, but worshipped the ground he was kneeling on, even though it was the back of a bar. He looked up, the goddess not far from his face.

He heard the lid once again covering the manhole again, his eyes never leaving the Queen of the Underworld. The King could've asked a lot of questions, he could've been demanding. And yet, he asked just one word to the goddess in front of him. "Why?"

Persephone sighed, looking away from his eyes, playing with ring on her finger, a wedding ring, Jareth realized. "Jareth, I have been miserable all of my life. Some of those reasons are not my fault, but most are. I thought about what you have said, that I cannot find love by deception."

Jareth realized then that even if she was much, much older than he (she was a goddess after all) then she was still very much like a young girl, inexperienced in the world and while spoiled with riches and things, she was not shown the richness of emotions that life has to offer. He sat there, feeling sorry for her but was not ready to let her off the hook.

"You see," She told him frankly. "The story of Hades making me eat the pomegranate to stay in the Underworld, that wasn't totally true. It's only part of the story. In reality, I had been enamored by him when he visited my father once. I was sick of how my parents had kept me in one place, and I thought that my freedom could be with this god that could give me riches. He also would let me have whoever I wanted as a lover, and was an excellent lover himself. I was a fool, a fool to think that I could change him. But I wanted him, Jareth. I wanted him badly. Every female wanted him, all bowing at his feet and begging to be touched, for every single one of them would experience the best love making in their lives and riches to satisfy them so they would never be without anything again. I gave him a potion once, a love potion."

"Those don't actually work." Jareth finally spoke, his voice clipped. Persephone shrugged. "No, nothing can really make one fall in love for real. Real love is more than that, as you have said. But, it can make you instantly attracted to someone and want to be their slave." She looked at Jareth knowingly, and Jareth internally shuddered, thinking of how he had promised Sarah to be her slave.

"As I was saying," Persephone continued, "I wanted him to fall for me. He did, of course. Even now, when the potion has been long gone, he is still smitten with me. He could've had Aphrodite even, and yet, he chose me. He tricked me into eating his food after kidnapping me, knowing that Zeus and Demeter would never let me go on their own. I didn't know the consequences of eating the pomegranate, and because I did, I would never be free of him even if I wanted to. I am forced to stay in the Underworld for half the year. Jareth, it wasn't because I missed my mother that made me cry and it wasn't staying in the Underworld that made me upset. I didn't mind that part. I minded that I couldn't decide. I minded that he would still take other females after we married. I thought he would stop, I thought I could change him, but I didn't. He told me that he wasn't going to stop sleeping with other women and that I wasn't anything that special to him except for my beauty and my power as a goddess of my own right. And yet, I still thought I could make him mine."

Jareth sat, stunned to say the least. Honestly, only one word came to his mind of how Persephone did all of this.

And that word was "idiotic."

"I know, I know." She said as a tear fell. "Both Hades and I have wronged each other in unspeakable ways, ways even you, a trickster king and master of illusions wouldn't do." She said with a sad smile. "When you saw through my illusion, that was an amazing feat, even for the master of illusions as I am a goddess. You would not be able to have done that without such devotion to your wife. I was jealous that she, a human born girl that turned fae, would make Hades even consider replacing me as queen. She wasn't even a goddess. That's why I wanted you too, to get back at him and to maybe have someone appreciate me."

"What you need," Jareth said plainly, "Is to find something to make your life have moments of happiness. Prior to meeting Sarah, I have found that making others smile and improving their lives is what makes me happy. But, that still made me lonely. I would read, take walks, all these things that makes being alive so great."

Persephone nodded. "This is why I helped you here. The world needs more love. It needs something real and concrete, something you and Sarah definitely have. That is why I defied my own husband, knocking him out and taking you here, with your wife."

She got up and moved aside, lifting up her cape. Jareth breathed in, tears coming through his eyes as he saw his Sarah lying down.

He looked at Persephone, who gave him a nod. "Go to your wife, Goblin King."

He didn't need to be told twice. He was at her side in a second, cradling her in his arms. She looked so pale that he thought that she was dead for one terrifying moment. But then, she began to cough a little. His eyes lit up, holding one of her hands. He noticed that she was wearing her golden wedding dress, which was no doubt heavy on her. He waved his hand across her body, the dress changing to be simple Aboveground clothing, sweatpants with a long sleeved shirt in a comfortable jacket.

Her eyes slowly opened, then turned to him in recognition, wide and bright. "Jareth." She breathed to him. "You did it. You brought me back!"

He cried out, happier than he had been in a long time. He lifted her head to his, and kissed her with all the passion that he could muster, but going slow and being sensitive. She kissed him back with the same eager passion, both crying. His arms were holding her upper body and she had hers around his head and neck, giving him all the love that they had missed for what seemed like so long.

After the kiss, he just buried himself in her neck, missing having her here with him, and alive. "Sarah, oh how I've missed you. I love you so."

Sarah kissed right at the tip of his ear. "Thank you for convincing me to come back. Oh, how it feels so good to be alive! Everything is so beautiful, so vibrant. Elysium has nothing on this life!"

She pulled him away from her so she could directly in his eyes, now somber. Jareth touched her cheek, trying to comfort her. She took a shaky breath. "Jareth, I love you so much. I will spend a million, billion, trillion lifetimes of suffering and pain if it means I get to be next to you. No paradise is worth it without you. I don't want to be away from you ever again."

Jareth pulled her close, letting her cry on his chest, not saying anything for a while. He knew that she felt guilty for nearly rejecting him in Elysium. He shushed her, soothing her hysteria. "Love? It's okay. I know life is painful, it's okay to also not think that way too. It's okay. I can tell you this though, this will NEVER happen again. I am here for you, and we will go through this life with its ups and downs. When we are ready to cross over to the Summerlands, we will do so together, celebrating our long lives with out posterity. If one of us goes first, the other will set everything right then come shortly. At least, that's what I will do. If you decide to stay longer, there is no rush. I will be waiting for you. I don't care if it takes forever, because now I know that now, we are reunited in life now and we will unite in death."

"Forever." Sarah wiped her tears and leaned on his shoulder. "Not long at all, right?" She looked up at his beautiful eyes, running her thumb across his lips.

Jareth held her hand to his face, kissing her palm. "No, not long my precious."

The King of Goblins looped one arm under her knee and the other behind her back and lifted her up.

Not far off, the Queen of the Underworld watched them, her eyes kind and sad. She hoped that even though she had to live with the mistakes she had made, to sleep in the proverbial bed that she had made with Hades, she could still redeem a little by helping the King and his Queen. Satisfied, she went back to the Underworld and tried to find something that was worth living.

Did you guess what Greek Myth the story was based off of? It's Orpheus! Yay! Good job if you figured it out and if not that's okay. It's the idea that Jareth had to go find Sarah, but PLOT TWIST PERSEPHONE HELPS THEM. Just my little take on the myth itself.