Chapter 3

During that day there were no more incidents. Persephone slept through the light and dark hours of the day, only to wake up in the next morning with a heavy head. 'I shouldn't have slept that long...' she whispered to herself, a little bit groggy. Picking herself up from bed, she looked at her reflection on the mirror of the headboard. Her light brown hair was messed up, she could see many knots in it, 'These are going to be fun to take off...' she whispered sarcastically. Her dress was all wrinkled and there were two large dark circles in her face, even her mouth had an awful taste. Her mother used to say that she had inherited her grandmother's hair and eyes, but she was almost certain that she rarely looked like this.

Interestingly, that was the first time, since her arrival, that the thought of her mother came to her. But in the exact moment it had occurred, she started to feel the blood in her veins starting to boil. She should have told her what she was in for, but no, the more she asked her mother the faster she ran away from the topic, always answering 'You're my daughter and that's all that matters'. After all the days that passed since her disappearance, Persephone guessed that her house must have been half destroyed. Demeter was a very hot headed Goddess.

Taking notes of her horrible state, she went to the wretched wardrobe to find something that she liked, which was difficult. Either she liked the color and hated the shape of the dress, or she would find one decent enough for her but the color would be hideous. That day things turned out to be a little different. She found a blood-red gown, the fabric looked like velvet but much more lighter and, to her surprise, it covered her cleavage almost completely. She would have jumped in joy if it hadn't been for Agathe appearing right behind her, without any warning, telling her that her bath was ready. Persephone thanked her and, with her gown and sandals in hand, she made her way towards the bathing room. The pool was steaming, making the room foggier than it usually did, all she could see were some tall light-holders near the pool area. Persephone looked strangely at the fog, as far as she knew, this could be a trick from Hades, but on the other hand she could not stay in the dismantled state she was in. With precaution, she went to the chair that stood next to the pool, she put her things there and entered the water still wearing her dress. She had the impression of being watched, but it could be the fog playing with her head, sending her wrong assumptions.

Little did she know that Hades stood still in a far corner of the bathing room, hidden by the mist. He knew he was taking away her privacy, but the way the dresses clung to Persephone's body made him yearn to see what was hidden beneath the fabric. Hades had been hiding his desire from himself with some difficulty, he thought that, by ignoring its existence, it would be easier to preserve her privacy. But that technique didn't work well with the gowns that he had gotten for his wife, in fact, it only backfired at him. The feeling increased every day and every day he tried to keep it at bay. It was like telling someone to try not to think about a white bear, it doesn't work, the image of the white bear becomes much more accessible to our minds. To Hades his white bear was the growing desire that he felt for Persephone. But what Hades kept from his mind during the day, assaulted him during the night, and that night had been the one that broke his control. The holograms weren't enough, he needed to be in the same space as her.

Part of him, a small one, felt guilty to pry on her this way, but the rest didn't care anymore. He wasn't expecting what occurred next, she got in the pool fully dressed, 'What?!' he thought shocked, mouth hanging open, a fly could have gone in and out of his mouth and Hades wouldn't have noticed. 'Is she mad? Why is she doing that?' His mind was so clouded in desire, like the bathing room was in steam, that he had almost forgotten the state of the division.

He had been the one making it that way, but even Gods make mistakes and let themselves, unconsciously and like any mortal, get controlled by their passions. And controlled by his desire, he forgot that he was hiding and smacked his forehead, loudly. The sound echoed through the room and Persephone quickly turned around, eyes wide. 'Who's there?' she asked, voice slightly tinted with fear. Before she could start searching, Hades dissolved back into his chambers as fast as he could. Only one word came out of his mouth, 'Shit!'

'I knew that there was something off with all of this steam' said Persephone annoyed but, at the same time, glad that she had gotten in with the dress on. The list of events of Hades odd behavior started cycling around her mind 'First, he doesn't come to meet me. Second, he offers me gifts like he is paying for a whore. And now he acts like a boy, spying on me!', 'Who does he think he is? If he wants something he might as well say it at once and get it over with!' Persephone screamed loudly, her blood boiling so much that she was sure that her temperature was higher than the water's. She was getting tired of this game, it would be one week the day after and she still didn't know why and what for she was there. Stepping from the pool, she searched every corner of that space for someone, but she found no one. Only after making sure of being alone that Persephone decided to change to the more decent gown.

Knowing that Agathe had her breakfast already set up in the Arabian room, Persephone made her way there. She decided that it was time to see all of what was stored inside those chests and the other commode. When she entered the room, the brunette was expecting to see wooden barbs scattered across the floor, but the colorful rugs were spotless. Looking in the direction of the furniture that she had exploded the previous day, she found it to be as if it had never been touched, 'Bastard...' she muttered to herself.

Persephone started her scavenging by putting all the chests around the breakfast table. To her surprise, they weren't as heavy as she had expected them to be. If she had to see what was inside, might as well do it comfortably. Munching on an apple, she opened the first, it was quite small, dark brown and beautifully carved with rubies. In the inside there were some odd objects, they looked like parts of a musical instrument, but she couldn't be sure until she had them assembled. Looking strangely at them she put them aside and opened the other chests. Every single one of them had the odd objects. After clearing the table, she put every single one of them on top of it. They seem to be made of cherry-tree wood, some of them were long, with strings in them, and others looked like the legs of a spider. After a careful examination, Persephone found some holes in half of the objects that matched what looked like keys on the others. It seemed to be some sort of puzzle. Persephone smiled to herself, finally there was something to occupy her time with. She spent almost four hours on the strange and intricate puzzle, she had never seen something like that. Her lunch had already been served that day and remained untouched until she had finished assembling the unique object.

Once done, and with several small cuts on her fingers due to the strings, she got herself on her feet and observed the result. It could be anything, but she suspected that it was a musical instrument. The object was like a five pointed star, the wood was carved with floral patterns and, unlike the furniture and other objects that Persephone had seen so far, it did not have any kind of gems incrusted in it. Each section of that star had several silver strings connecting the end to its center, and there were even some ends that connected by similar strings, it looked like someone had put several violins together. The spider leg-like parts were assembled in each side of the strings, varying between groups of three to eight, they were like fingers ready to play. Persephone wanted to play it herself, but there was no way that she alone could do it, she only had two arms. To play that, there would be needed about ten. Looking around it she tried to find some kind of mechanism that could help her on that task.

Starting to feel somewhat frustrated, she sat down on one of the big pillows and glared at the object. She sat that until an idea came to her, 'Agathe, I need your assistance' she said aloud and, in less than a minute, there was the phantasmagorical woman. 'I'm here, my lady, what is it that you wish?' asked Agathe in a very polite manner. Being certain that the servant knew what it was and how it worked Persephone asked, 'Can you please help me to get it to play? I've tried but it doesn't come with instructions'. Agathe laughed slightly, and said 'You just have to touch its center and it'll play, my lady' before disappearing into thin air. Persephone looked blankly at the spot Agathe had left, thinking 'She must enjoy seeing me frustrated'.

Getting up from the pillow she walked up to the instrument, and very lightly touched its center, just like the glassy figure had told her to do. The spider legs started to move slowly, one by one, pulling some of the strings, the sound it made was beautiful. It began in one part of the star and slowly moved to the other four parts. The sound reminded her of the belly dance lessons from Terpsichore, the muse of dance, when she was younger. It made her smile, made her forget what had gone on that morning. Unconsciously, her body started to respond to the music in harmony with the tune, arms rising and hips sensually moving.

She would have started dancing like she had learned, had it not been for the sudden memory of Hades spying on her that morning. Persephone stopped moving at that thought, all of her high spirits crashing down and like she did. Back on top of the pillow she was, her warm eyes moving sadly from the instrument that never stopped playing, to the commode she hadn't opened yet. Was it worth to see what was inside it? Maybe not, the notion of him spying on her made her angrier. She didn't want the perverted bastard to take away her privacy, but preventing him to see her in some compromising situations meant that she couldn't do the things she loved the most. That meant that she would have to stay there miserable for the rest of her life. 'Hades must have something else to do all day rather than spying on me' thought Persephone in indignation. She got up again a walked to the commode, looking at it in a mix of frustration and curiosity, she opened the top drawer. What she saw there made her tilt her head to the side in confusion, there were golden swords, see-through veils of all colors and several pairs of fans with very intricate designs. 'By the Olympus, what are these doing here?' she asked to no one in particular. Persephone opened the middle one, several dancing tops where in there, none were simple, all different from each other, but all made out of silver or gold. Rhinestones made them shine. With this she got a suspicion of what was in the last drawer, opening it she saw several skirts carefully folded, all of them had belts that matched the designs of the tops. It seemed to be one skirt to one particular top.

Persephone's smile was getting wider by the minute. Her mother never approve of her learning how to dance. In fact, there was one time that her mother had caught her trying to learn, let's just say that it didn't end very well for little Persephone. Being that, she had to ask Terpsichore to teach her how to in secret. Until that day Demeter had never known or even suspected. She wanted to try one of those outfits so badly, but knowing Hades was watching made her feel uncomfortable. She took a plum outfit from the commode and made her way to the table to eat something while she decided what she was going to do next. Was she going to gain some courage and dance, or was she just going leave it all there?

Hades was in a meeting with Thanatos and The Keres, just for routine. There were some souls whose judgment was turning out to be more difficult to make than usual. It would have been much easier to do if The Moirai, them being Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, were there. Apparently the golden threads had gotten mingled together.

The group was seating on a long rectangular table, made out of mahogany with silver writings and diamonds adorning it. Hades was at one end, with the dark figure of Thanatos at his right and the sanguine group of The Keres at his left. Usually The Moirai would sit beside the personification of death. Hades planned to soon have Persephone sitting on the same end of the table as him, to help him judge and fulfill with the new responsibilities that her new position brought.

They were about to draw some conclusions when someone knocked on the door. Hades was not in a good mood that day, the morning had started horribly and the meeting was dragging itself for hours. Thinking that it was some soul that had not understood the rule that stipulated that no being, dead or alive, should interrupt him when he was on a meeting, he screamed 'Who to dares interrupt me?! I thought I was clear enough for your infected and darned souls to understand to never do that again!' while conjuring a ball of fire in his right hand and throwing it to the ebony door. The later ended with a hole in it, the edges with small flames burning them. Hades expected to see one of his servants screaming in pain from the flames, but instead he only got Hermes picking in, brown eyes wide open and skin as white as calcite. The messenger of the Gods, slightly trembling, moved a bit more into view. 'Oh! It's you, dear nephew. What message brings you to my humble home?' said Hades smirking and voice dripping with sarcasm, he was never too fond of the blond God and those wings on his feet annoyed him greatly, he didn't know why, they just did. There was something about Hermes that he didn't trust. 'Hum... Zeus requires your presence in the Olympus as soon as possible Hades. He says that it is of utter importance', said the young one quickly. He hated to go to the Underworld, it was hot, dark and he hated the way Charon looked at him. His uncle's presence didn't help either, last time he was there Hades had gotten Cerberus to bite him, Hermes still had the marks to prove it.

Hades, knowing what the subject was, sent Hermes away, telling him that he would be there as soon as he could. As the winged God turned away to leave, Hades snapped his fingers and the three headed dog started running after him, trying to bit one of those annoying little wings. The dark judging group was left laughing hard at Hermes' disgrace.

'Well, my friends, it seems that my presence is needed, we shall continue our meeting tomorrow' said Hades after composing himself, putting his helmet on and dissolving in the air. Quickly he was in front of Zeus, making the later jump off his feet. 'You wished to see me, brother?' asked Hades smirking, Zeus glared at him but answered, 'Yes, it's about the agreement we made all those years ago, after Persephone's birth. I'm sure you haven't forgotten it' and, indeed, he hadn't, 'Yes Zeus, I haven't forgotten about it, especially one of that magnitude' said Hades sternly, he didn't like to have people doubting his word, but again Zeus persisted 'So I'm sure that you'll do everything you can to have Cronus and the Titans well secure then? I have done my part of the bargain, you have a wife now, it's your turn to keep yours.' Hades loathed being tested like this. Zeus knew that his brother only needed to snap his finger and chaos would break loose. All he needed do next was to sit on his black throne and enjoy the show.

The temperature around two started to rise, Hades anger getting the best of him. 'Zeus, listen very carefully to what I am going to, and listen good for I will only say it once. You have done your part and I am going to do mine, don't push the limits of our bargain nor try to doubt my word or I'll be forced to go back on it, and that would be a tragedy wouldn't it, brother? And talking about that, I have recently discovered that Demeter didn't do hers' , or am I mistaken?', Zeus looked dumfounded at Hades, 'What do you mean she hasn't done her part?', 'I mean that she didn't tell Persephone what you and her had agreed on, but that is your problem to take care of. Farewell brother' smirked Hades one last time before disappearing and going back underground. Zeus was left with his blood boiling and smoke coming out of his ears.

Persephone had already eaten what had been set for her, thankfully the food was always good. The plum dancing outfit was tempting her. She wanted to try it out so badly that the idea of Hades watching her was becoming less and less disturbing, until it got to the point that she didn't care about it anymore. She went behind a screen that was set there. Before she had had no reason to pay it much attention, but then she didn't have a reason to. It had colorful birds painted and the borders were dark brown, with vines carved in it. After changing into the outfit, Persephone stepped on the other side of the screen and looked at her reflection on the mirror that was near it. The top of the outfit had a gold frame incrusted with small rhinestones, each breast was covered with plum satin and gold designs were on its borders and between her breasts. The skirt was simpler, it had the same motives on its waist as the top but with some gold lines going down her thighs, the fabric pooled at her feet. It was much more revealing than the dresses she liked to use, but she didn't care, if she got to dance then she would be happy. So far, the musical instrument and the outfits were the only gifts she had enjoyed.

She went to the commode and picked a plum veil from it. Going to the instrument, she touched its center twice so it would start playing from the beginning. Positioning herself in the middle of the room, she let the song flow through her body, starting to move as Terpsichore had taught her. Slowly at first, hips and belly moving at the rhythm of the strings being pulled. Her arms moved around her. Persephone twirled, letting herself descend to the ground and rise again, going faster as the bit of the music when faster. The veil went around her curves softly, hiding and showing her for no one to see. She went like this for some hours, she couldn't bring herself to stop, she felt alive and free. She wished she had gotten the courage to open those pieces of furniture sooner. Back home she used to dance at least three times a week, so she could spend an entire day at it, but it had been far more than a week since she last danced, and she easily got tired.

Eventually Persephone stopped dancing and went back to one of her big pillows to lay down for a bit. Her breath was hoarse and her skin shone due to the sweat, but she was smiling brighter than she ever did in her time there. Soon she fell into a resting sleep, not even taking in notice that the light coming from there wasn't fiery anymore, it was already night. Time just flew by her.

Hades sat back on his throne after visiting Zeus, smirking widely at the memory of his red face. His chores in the Underworld would start in some minutes so he decided to watch how his wife was doing from a hologram, he would not make the same mistake he had done that morning. The first image he got was of the screen in the Arabian room, the shadow of a feminine body moving was outlined in it. Hades' eyes went wide, he gulped, 'What is she doing?' he asked to himself, intrigued by what he was seeing. Sooner than he had expected, Persephone stepped outside from behind the screen, Hades had to close his mouth shut, for he felt his insides twist. She looked fairer than any nymph or Aphrodite that could be presented to him, he would pick Persephone over any other woman.

Not wanting to tear his eyes much longer from the scene, Hades went to one of his guards and said that he would not be available for the rest of the day. With that, he made his way back to his chambers. He wanted to see this alone and without any interruptions. Once there, he sat on one of his armchairs and, turning on the hologram once more, he watch Persephone dance. It wasn't the first time he had seen her dance, he had watched her before. She must have been about sixteen years old at the time, she was with one of the muses. Even then she had beauty, dancing elegantly in the middle of a green meadow, it was then that he started looking at her more like a woman. After that he would never let Zeus go back on his word.

He watched her dance to the rhythm of the song that was being played. He was thankful he had gotten those gifts for her. In the begging, apart from knowing that she liked music and dancing, he had been afraid that she would destroy the rest of the furniture, but her smile had proved him wrong. She smiled ever so brightly, she seemed happy. He spent the next hours just watching her dance. He didn't care about the line of souls piling up at his door, if they wished they could see it as an extra punishment.

Round and round she danced, that plum veil and her light brown hair moving along with her. Her sensual curves moving at the same speed as the song. Hades' desire started taking control of his thoughts again, and when she fell asleep he decided that that pillow wasn't going to do much for her back. That was more of an excuse he had come up with so he wouldn't fell has guilty about what he was going to do.

Appearing in the Arabian room, he turned off the musical instrument with soft wave of his hand. Silently he made his way to where she was sleeping. Once he was near her, Hades got himself on one knee, admiring her sleeping face, but having some difficulty in taking his eyes off her body. His mismatching eyes traveled slowly down her curves, the dark light of the room set on her fair skin perfectly and that outfit looked far better in person than on those holograms of his. With his arms, Hades picked Persephone up, one arm behind her back and the other behind her legs. Her head fell on his shoulder, unconsciously adapting to the curve of his neck, and her left arm was left dangling down. He had to restrain himself from gripping her body tighter to him, her perfume was intoxicating.

With enough care to not wake her up and with ease, Hades took her back to her bedroom, back to her bed so she would be more comfortable. The distance was quite short, for this time he walked instead of dissolving in the air. Quietly, he set her down in the silk sheets and tried something he had been thinking about for a while. Softly, after sitting on the edge of the bed, he let his index finger slide from the side of her slender neck to the end of her cleavage, sending very small jolts of energy as his skin touched hers. Still sleeping, Persephone arched a back ever so slightly, her lips parting to a small moan that escaped them. Hades smirked, she responded well to his touch. Tucking her in her bed, he bent down and kissed her cherry lips, but with lightly, he really didn't want to wake her.

With a smile, Hades dissolved from his wife's chambers and back to his own. Hopefully, soon they would become hers as well.

The morning came, the fiery light hitting Persephone's features, softly prying her eyes open. She felt a bit sore from all those hours of dancing, but a smile was still playing on her lips. Once her eyes adjusted to the light that came from the big windows she realized that she wasn't in the Arabian room anymore, she was in her bedroom, and certainly on her bed, but she didn't remember the first having a bed and silk sheets. Persephone also didn't remember coming back to her room, and she certainly didn't remember falling asleep on her bed. Another thing was off, her lips held a tingling sensation, the brunette crooked an eyebrow, 'Hm...' was the only sound that came from her. She thought she had dreamed about Hades sitting next to her while she slept, apparently it hadn't been a dream at all. He had really been there, and most likely he had been the one taking back to her room.

Persephone felt angry, but she didn't know exactly why. It still bothered her that Hades hadn't come up to her to give some explanations on what was happening and he had taken away her privacy, the jewels and the dresses weren't helping her judgment either. So far the only thing she was grateful for where the dancing outfits, but how did he know that she used to dance? She still was pondering if she should get mad at him to take her back to her bedroom while she slept. She did feel thankful, sleeping on that pillow wouldn't do wonders for her back, but on the other hand, knowing that Hades had touched her made Persephone feel uncomfortable and made her cheeks turn hot. Her skin crawled at the thought, she didn't know why. Persephone had never felt that way before, she had only seen him once and she was so young at time. She didn't know whether she should feel thankful or mad at him, or both at the same time.

Finally she got up from her bed, the dress she had worn the previous day had been set on her bed. She smiled, she didn't have to wear a revealing dress. Grabbing it she made her way to the bathing, knowing that Agathe had already left it in order for her use. She let herself sink into the hot water, staying there more than usual. Once her muscles were relaxed enough and the soreness slowly faded away. She felt refreshed, but the tingling sensation still lingered on her lips.

Dressed in the red velvet gown and with sandals on her feet, Persephone made her way to the Arabian room. Breakfast was already set up on the table, but before she ate something, the brunette put the dancing outfit in the commode she had found it in, taking great care not to damage it in any way possible. Lying down on her usual pillow, she started her meal with a piece of bread.

Meanwhile, at surface, Zeus was yelling at Demeter because of her behavior. Both of them stood tall facing each other in the God's throne room. The sky had been covered with dark thunderous clouds, a storm was going to break at any minute. 'What were you thinking woman?! Do you not know what consequences could your greediness cause?!' asked the mighty God to his sister. 'Why didn't you keep your part of the bargain?', 'Because I NEVER agreed to it! You were the one making the decisions, you never asked me for an opinion on the matter! She is my daughter and you practically sold her to Hades!' she accused him, her voice rising at a point that it was as loud as his. Zeus grabbed her arms, fingers clutching hard at her muscles and shaking her twice before making the blue eyed Goddess look at him, 'Demeter, it was either that or having her dead and Cronus loose to create havoc or did you forget Titanomachy? Do you really wish for Hades to let him loose? You are pushing the limits, you should have told her of what she was meant for. Hades can easily let Cronus and the rest out of Tartarus out if things don't turn out so well for him' said Zeus far from sternly, he had no patience for her whims, 'How could I have gotten into bed with her?!' he asked himself, mentally hitting his head against a marble column. Demeter just glared at him, hot tears streaming down her red cheeks. Persephone was her daughter, hand hers alone, she wanted back home, back with her and away from Hades. Zeus, fearing that he might do something reckless if she opened her mouth to speak again, sent her away from his sight. Demeter just fumed away, breaking several pieces of pottery that crossed her path.

Back in the Underworld, their daughter sat on one of the pillows contemplating on what she should do next. March into the throne room or not? The idea of making a scene was so tempting, but maybe it was also a good option to explore a bit first. She had already been there for a week, but her mood never let her go beyond the short distance she usually made. It wasn't fear, maybe it was lack of motivation, being taken to Hades' palace without a reason didn't motivate much, nor did his behavior. If he didn't come to her, maybe she should go to him, ask him the questions that haunted her mood, but first she wanted to test something.

Agathe should be arriving at any moment, and so she did. 'My lady, is there anything that you need or wish for?' asked the servant, respectfully as usual. 'Yes, there is', at this the spirit looked at the brunette surprised, she usually didn't ask for anything. 'I wish to know when will my dear uncle decide to tell me what he wants from me' said Persephone with just a small bit of sarcasm tinting her voice. Agathe just smiled and dissolved in the air, leaving the Goddess with her mouth wide open at the ghost's reaction, 'She certainly hates me, there can't be any other reason why she does this to me, it can't' she exclaimed to herself in protest.

Deciding that she had had enough of the soul's behavior and Hades' attitude, Persephone got to her feet and went on what she should have done the first day, explore and look for him for answers. She was tired of waiting for them to come. She made her way down the corridor, its decoration was similar to her bedroom, there were great scenes carved and painted on white on the walls, some of them she could recognize, they had Cronus imprisonment in Tartarus, Atlas punishment and many other great marks of the Olympian History. At the end of the corridor she came faced with a great hall with enormous black columns rose up to the ceiling. Instead of being round like the one she had seen at the Olympus, this hall had a pentagonal shape, each wall with a pair of ebony doors, just like the ones of her room.

A gray line of souls formed from one door to its opposite, and by its direction, she could tell that they were being dropped off by Charon on the left side and heading in the direction of Hades' throne room at the right side. At each door there was a couple of guards, they also were souls. Thinking she could just enter without warning, Persephone made her way to the throne room, she was just about to enter when one of the guards grabbed her arm. 'My lady, please go back to your chambers, his Lordship won't appreciate having you in there' he said with a warning tone. 'Why?!' she asked incredulously, 'Please my lady, I have explicit orders to not let you in there, I'll be in great trouble if I let you in', he continued, he didn't want to be the one disobeying Hades. Persephone pursed her lips, she wanted to go in there, she needed to speak to him.

Turning away without another word, she made her saw Cerberus. The three-headed beast was sitting in the middle of the hall, and seemed to be indicating each soul to which door they should go to. Most of them went to the throne room, sometimes she forgot what the world had turned into. The sinful world seemed more appealing each day ever since Pandora had opened that box. People were left to starve while others slept soundly on what they had stolen, people found enjoyment our torturing the innocent and the pure. Most of the souls glared at her, others undressed her with their eyes, but they didn't make her uncomfortable, they soon would be paying for whatever they had done during their short lives. Just by watching them she could guess which ones were rotten and the ones that were clean.

Interestingly, one of the souls, which were on their way to face Hades' judgment, seemed to be scared, there was no evil in her, what emanated from her was sorrow and pain. 'What has the girl done?' asked Persephone mentally, walking up to the girl. Tapping on her shoulder, she said in a warm manner 'Hello there, what are you doing here girl? You don't seem to belong in this line', the young girl looked up to the brunette, mouth agape, 'Who wants to know the story of a slave?' the girl asked quietly, 'I do' answered the stranger, 'You can call me Persephone and your name is...?' she finished with a smile, 'Nysa, my lady' the girl answered quietly. 'So Nysa, what has brought you to Hades' presence?' asked the lady with curiosity, to which the slave answered 'I got pregnant out of wedlock, my lady'. Persephone crocked her eyebrow, trying to her a better view of what had gone wrong. 'I would really like you to tell me your story, I would like to understand you' said the brunette with a kind smile. The girl was hesitant, she didn't know whether she should tell or not, but she was already dead, she hoped that she could buy her way to the Elysian Fields by working has a servant in the house of Hades. 'I ended my own life, my lady. I was part of a very important family in Athens, had many suitors but I fell in love with only one of them. I felt as if nothing could go wrong when we were together and some months nothing did. That is, until I got pregnant. My family felt ashamed of my behavior, not even married and already with child. They didn't aloud the child to live, as soon as they got the news they had a healer killing the baby, they wouldn't have a bastard in their house. The next day I found out that I had been sold out to slavery. My heart couldn't bear it any longer, my lover hadn't given any news, my child was taken away from me not even being born yet and seeing my life and hopes thrown away into slavery made me consider ending my being. And so I did, I grabbed an old dagger and slit my wrists open, letting the blood get drained from my body. I knew that I was never going to be sent to the Elysian Fields, but I didn't care, I had no more reasons to live among the living' the girl finished her tragedy. Persephone only stared at her, she didn't deserve to get locked up in Tartarus, she just hoped Hades took on account everything that she said. 'Everything will turn out for the best, one day, maybe, you'll get reunited with your child in the Elysian Fields. If you get to serve here in the palace, please come to me, I'll make sure you'll be under my watch. Good luck' finished Persephone with a kind smile, seeing that she was next in line for the judgment. 'Thank you very much, my lady.' smiled Nysa, before turning away and entering the room. From where she was, Persephone could see Hades sitting on his black throne looking very powerful and cunning, he didn't seem to acknowledge her presence, seeming to be very focused on his chore. The thoughts of that morning came back to her, so did the blush of her cheeks.

Trying to regain some composure, Persephone changed her attention to Cerberus, 'Will he bite me if I try to pet him?' she inquired herself, eyeing the dog of three heads. He was all black and had all of his six eyes closed, he was similar to a Rottweiler, but without the brown marks and the fur was longer. Just like the owner, the canine had a powerful presence. She slowly approached him. The dog, knowing that she was there, bowed all of his heads, like he was waiting for her to pet him. That she did, her hand, small in comparison to the massive dog's heads, scratched behind the left ear of the middle head. With her other hand, Persephone did the same to the right head, but the last one, looking jealous of the attention the other two were getting, made the body jump on Persephone. She was shocked at first, but started laughing when the head started licking her face, along with the other two that had joined soon after. Once the heads got tired, they let the Goddess get to her feet again. The line coming from Charon was piling up with souls, she should get going and stop keeping the loving dog from his work. Although she doubted he minded the attention.