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Summary: Hades consults the Fates in order to bind Persephone to Erebus

There was havoc wreaked upon Gaia. The soil produced no food, the people hungered. The weather had brought disease, the people ached.

The people begged to Demeter, to stop their torment, but her heart had grown cold with her daughter's disappearance, and she continued to neglect her duties. The other Olympians pleaded that she forgive and forget, but Demeter would not listen. She swore that she would not lift this curse until Hades released her daughter.

Beauty instantly died in the world. The only exception was the night sky, when Demeter's tears could be seen across the black expanse. Like trails of stars flooding the skies.

The agony of the people was heard not on Gaia, in Olympus, and even there, where Hades dwelled. Erebus.

But the cry of Demeter was.

When Hades had first heard the mourning of Demeter's lost child, it pierced his icy heart. True, he felt for Demeter. True, he felt for the Olympians. True, he felt for the people. But also true, that he felt for himself. The weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Hades loved Persephone, though she likely would never love him. And Hades was reluctant to return Persephone, not only because he was enchanted by her, but also because he feared the loneliness and depression he had experienced, all too well, before she had come here.

This place would never be the same without her. I would never be the same without her. He thought. What can I do that would be in favor of all of the Deities? He wondered in silence.

"I can't do this by myself." Hades began to tell himself. "I need help. I need the Fates."

Now we shall leave Hades to his thoughts and go to the most curious woman. Her hair and the dress she wore are like the night itself, both with silvery stardust scattered throughout them. Her skin was white as snow, and shone like pearls. And then there were the eyes. Once again the silvery substance had found it's way into her appearance.

This was Nyx.

Goddess of the Night. Daughter of Chaos. Mother of Erebus, Charon, the Fates themselves, and several others. Who was infamous for her rare appearances in comparison to the other Olympians. But was famed for her uncomprehending beauty and power. So why do we go to Nyx, when she hardly bothers herself to communicate with the others?

She is the night.

When Demeter's tears tore across her domain she was the first to realize. Upset at fact that she had to put up with the tears of the Earth Mother, she calmly decided to send herself to Mount Olympus, and speak with Zeus. But she had found her answer long before she even saw him. For while she traveled in the darkness of Olympus' halls she heard the others gossip. It wasn't long before she'd heard all she needed to hear.

Well then, off to Erebus. She thought to herself while she drew a portal to the Underworld, and stepped through it.

Persephone was in her garden again. After seeing Hades without a veil of fog, she had become very curious about him, and gone to the flowers responsible for getting her to this place to clear her head. Just as she had picked one of the blossoms and brought it to her nose to inhale the wonderful scent, she saw the woman.

The woman gazed at her in the most delightful way. To be perfectly honest, Persephone thought that she was beautiful. Her hair glittered every time she moved. The same was true for her dress. And her white skin just glowed in the loveliest way you could imagine. Persephone found it fascinating. And the movement of her walk was so graceful, so elequent.

Before she knew it, the woman stood at her side. "So you are fond of the Narcissus?" Her voice dark and velvety sent shivers down Persephone's spine. But when the woman noticed the lack of a reply, she motioned elegantly towards the ground below them, "The flowers?" And she saw the silvery pools of stardust that were Nyx' eyes.

"Oh! Is that what they're called?" Persephone felt ashamed for not having known what she was speaking of.

The woman looked at her and nodded ever so slightly. Then spoke again, mostly to herself, "So this is the lovely, little thing that he's picked out."

Persephone assumed that she had been speaking to her and confirmed, "Well...Yes." The answer came out awkwardly, and Persephone didn't like it in the least.

The lady looked towards her again and smiled. "You're not very suited for a Queen of the Underworld, but I suppose that Hades chose you for some reason, he has one of everything. Maybe you shouldn't wear a gown that colorful." Persephone tilted her head a little then. "Well, I should get going. I have an...Errand to run, you see. Take care now."

She left Persephone looking very confused. She looked at her state of her dress. It was rather bright for this place. I'll have to do something about that. She thought.

The Fates, daughters of Nyx, Determiners of Destiny.

Nona, Clotho, the Thread Spinner.

Decima, Lachesis, the Thread Measurer.

Morta, Atropos, the Thead Cutter.

And here were the Fates. Dressed in white robes. Holding every mortal life in their hands. Holding all destiny.

And Hades came to them now, with his own request. "I don't want to sacrifice my Queen."

But instead of the Fates answering him, a voice behind him did. "You won't."

Hades unwillingly let a weak smile come upon his face. "Nyx? Is that really you?" He asked, turning around. He looked at her, and she smiled in reply. She might have made Erebus, but her visits were still sparse. "Well, how do you propose that I keep Persephone here then?"

She came over and told him, "I never said that you could keep her here." And she placed into his palm a pomegranate fruit. "Well, not all the time, anyway."

He looked at it quizzically before realizing what it's purpose was. He grinned slightly then, and Nyx did as well.

Yet, as all this went on below, Demeter became more and more desperate. She sent mortal champions to rescue her daughter from Erebus, but with the uncrossable rivers of the dead and Cerebus, it was all proved to be in vain.

She continued to cry for her child. But her tears were too, in vain. For Hades' mind was made up, and would not be set off course.

The protests of the Olympians and the people continued, but still, Demeter tortured the land.

Persephone lay in her assigned room, blissfully unaware of her Mother's ill-tempered disposition to her precious daughter's current position. But Persephone, knew now, that she herself, didn't mind in the least. She had decided that Hades was kind and considerate. She had grown a slight attachment to him in her short stay here.

Meanwhile, Hades had ever so silently entered Persephone's room and quietly walked over to her. In his hands he carried a bowl filled with pomegranate seeds.

Soon, he stood at the very edge of her bed, and she couldn't help but notice him. When Kore saw him, she smiled. Then suddenly remembered how cold she had been when she first encountered him. But after seeing that he was capable of being gentle and sweet she felt...Well, she felt loved. She was excited by the fact that he loved her in the most romantic of ways. And then she saw the fruit.

For those who don't know, still living beings who dwell in Erebus are still able to leave, as long as they consume no food or drink in the duration of their stay there. Should they eat something, they must remain for one third of the year in the Underworld. But of course, Persephone didn't know this.

In her mind, Hades simply come and placed a bowl of pomegranate seeds next to her bed, should she get hungry. And she had no knowledge of the consequences of taking a few of them in her hands and lightly tossing them in her mouth.