Hades had just about had it-he was going to leave if Zeus kept on with distracting him. Hades simply wanted his kingdom to be prosperous and stable, and an extra ruler that he could trust to be loyal to he and his people. That's all-no more to the idea of marriage than that; although, Hades was growing tired of the dead, and yearned for the presence of the living...But Zeus was just making his desperation into a childish game.
Ignoring the babbling nonsense of Zeus, Hades walked towards the entrance of the palace, seeking escape. Hades stopped immediately when a luscious creature swayed her way into the grandhall. Her golden waves danced along her lower back. That short white tunic of hers left his imagination running wild. Her creamy oval face held unnatural beauty to it that would cause even Aphrodite to turn green. This creature's bewitching, round jade eyes sparkled as their gazes met; Hades heart beat furiously against his chest.
"Kore, it's impolite to stare." Athena hissed, tugging the unknown beauty away with her towards the library. Hades watched his wisecrack of a niece drag the angelic figure along the marble tiles. Jade eyes glanced curiously back at him from time to time.
After the large curtain of Athena's library was pulled shut, Hades blinked back into reality. Surely it was all a dream, Hades considered internally, running his long fingers through his dark curls.
"I see you've met Persephone," Zeus' hand clasped Hades' shoulder.
Hades turned his head to raise fine, black brow, at his shorter, bulkier younger brother.
"A nymph?" Hades inferred.
"No...a goddess," Zeus corrected.
The beauty Hades ached for could not be a goddess...he knew every single one of them. Hades remained silent in contemplation.
"She could be yours, and yours alone," Zeus smirked, eyebrows wagging.
"What's the catch?" Hades scowled.
"No catch, Hades."
"I doubt that, brother, I know how you play," Hades' brows furrowed fiercely. "What is it that you are not telling me?"
"Persephone is of my kin; you have my blessing, brother."
Hades clenched his jaw, turning to leave for good. He would sleep off this temptation, and rationalize it at dawn. For Hades was nothing like his brother-who acted on his desires-and would not rip this Persephone's fate from her hands. Snapping his fingers, the Lord of the Dead dispersed into flames, leaving only a residue of ash behind to mark his existence.