He had loved her.
He had loved her more than he thought he was capable of loving anyone. She was beautiful, independent, and so insightful. She took care of their children, giving them a better live than he could have thought possible for children in hiding. She would tease him when she was about to surprise him with something. She chewed on her top lip when she wanted to impress him. She had the most gorgeous laugh when the children were around.
She had loved him completely and he would have cherished her on that alone. He frequently called her "my everything", for it was the closest thing he could think of to tell her how much she meant to him.
Maria was everything years before they had children, and was still apart of his everything afterwords. Only afterwords, the children were apart of that as well.
But Zeus was never content to let his brother be happy. So he took his everything away. One forever and placed the other two out of his reach.
And he screamed and raged, ignoring the spiteful comments his wife threw. For he loved her as well, and couldn't bear to lose her like he knew he would if he allowed himself to respond. Couldn't bear to be truly alone after having lost everything he had needed.
Not long after his return, he felt Maria's soul be reborn through the River Lethe.
He allowed Persephone to leave earlier then usual for the spring season. Once she had returned to Olympus, he walked to the River Lethe.
There Hades bowed his head as his shoulders shook in grief. Hellhounds bayed, the dead shook, and the Underworld was filled with melancholy.
And the Lord of the Dead mourned.
Fin.
~ Booklover98
edit August 12, 2014. Fixed grammatical and spelling errors.