Oh yes hello it is I, the writer who doesn't update for weeks and then posts a short chapter making more conflict without any resolutions. Where is this going?
To hell.
[Eventually]
"Hades?" calls out Hecate "Hermes' here, he says he needs to talk to you?"
"Oh? Did he say what he wanted?" I reply, worried.
"No, just that it was urgent."
"Oh dear, where is he?" I asks. Hecate opens the massive doors to the throne room to reveal a rather nervous looking messenger. He looks at me and swallows before walking closer.
"Lord of the Underworld, God of riches, I have a message from Zeus." I scowls at this. Hermes, mistaking my scowl at Zeus for a scowl at him, felt his heart rate going faster.
"Zeus says that Demeter will not let anything grow on earth. I'm sure you are aware, sir, mortals are dying."
"Why is she doing this." I respond harshly.
"Demeter has had her daughter taken. She will do nothing to let the earth grow until she has her Kore back." The messenger replies.
"Persephone." I correct.
"Ah, yes, forgive me!" He stammers. I stand.
"Tell Zeus that I will never give back my wife, who rules a kingdom to her mother." I command. I even draw forth a couple harsh winds from pretty much nowhere and darken the room considerably. I don't mean to brag, but the effect is pretty cool. Hermes looks like he nearly wet himself. I have a tendency to do that to people. Even people who try to seem cool when they really aren't. Good thing I'm not like that.
Hermes leaves and Hecate raises an eyebrow at me.
"Really, Hades? Don't you think that was a bit too much?" She asks. I shake my head, sitting back down.
"I will not let anyone take my wife from me." I reply seriously.
But I know that may very well happen.
