She wouldn't be able to survive here, she was a goddess of spring she needed light and sunshine. Obviously Helios didn't reach his brightness down into these depths she was trapped in. As soon as Hades had let go of her, she'd collapsed to the floor and he'd raked his hands through his curls and left the room.
She had begun to cry for herself and for her mother who must have learned by now that Molly was gone and nowhere to be found. She picked herself up off the floor, it was going to do no good to just sit in tears. She wondered around the room, seeing the goblets, and plates set upon a table that was obviously set for her. There were poppies and geraniums in a bowl in the middle of the table. But she recoiled as she realized the flowers were black and dead with none of their delicious fragrance remaining.
Wandering out of the room, Molly crossed a stone bridge from the room to outside the building where she could see the River Styx with Charon crossing the souls over into the underworld. She looked around and realized this was where all the souls went to when they died. Suddenly, it amazed her that she'd survived the journey down to the Underworld and had obviously crossed the River Styx without being harmed. Being a goddess must have helped her survive.
As she was lost in her reverie, she heard footsteps behind her and mentally readied herself to meet Hades once more.
She turned to look at him and he stared at her with an arrested expression, those supernatural eyes studying every inch.
"I see you've stopped your sobbing." He commented.
"Well, it wasn't doing anything good, I can't escape by crying, can I Hades?"
"Sherlock."
"What?" she asked confused.
"The gods call me Sherlock, it's my family name, instead of the name the humans use. Just as the humans call you Persephone, we call you Molly."
"Why did you bring me here? What do you intend to do with me?" she questioned.
"You are going to be my wife for all of eternity," he responded.
"I cannot be your wife. You must look for someone else. For I'm the goddess of spring and I cannot remain here, in this darkness."
"You can, Molly, and you shall be my wife." There was determination and a ruthlessness in his eyes that made her even more desperate to escape. "My brother, the King of the Gods, has approved of our union, and you cannot escape here. There is no one to help you here."
"Don't you think my mother will come after me? Someone on earth had to have seen what happened and when they do, my mother is going to strike you down-"
She broke off as he hauled her against him, fury in his eyes. She forgot to breathe, as she realized that he was one of the most powerful gods, and his eyes burned.
"I have ruled the Underworld for centuries, I am the ruler of the dead, and the god of death. My name is avoided being spoken, for fear of summoning me, and you think, little goddess that someone is going to challenge me. No, they will not find you-and you will, after a time, come to the realization that you will be my wife."
She swayed on her feet, and the only thing that stopped her from falling was the grip he had on her arms. She saw the surprise on his face, and gritted her teeth, all of her arguments and lack of food had made her weak. Her knees buckled and suddenly Sherlock swept her up in his arms.
She hated her weakness but all of the darkness had drained her spirit and she felt herself clinging to his broad jacket. "You need food and drink," he muttered as he carried her back to the room she'd started from.
As he carried her across the room he sat her down at a table filled with food and drink which looked so tempting. As she was reaching for the food she saw a smug look on Sherlock's face and quickly remembered the tale that you should never eat or drink anything in the underworld or you would be trapped there forever. She withdrew her hand as if something had burnt her fingers and Sherlock's face went from being smug to calculating.
"I'm not going to eat, I know the stories, once you eat anything in the underworld, you are trapped there forever, and I have no intention of staying here."
"Fine, starve!" he shouted. "I've got a lot of new souls to see."
Molly looked at the food on the table longingly but reminded herself to stay strong against the pull of Sherlock and food. If she gave in to either she would forever remain in the underworld.