Persephone burned brightly in Hades' cold limbs; like a candle in the dark, this child could evoke hope. The thought frightened the Lord of the Dead. He fell silent at the innocence before him.
"You are nothing but a child," the truth itself was bitter on his tongue.
Her fingernails dug into Hades' skin. Life stirred up-awoken from eons of rest-inside of him. Leaving nothing but it's crimson kiss to mark her presence on his flesh.
"I will not tolerate belittlement."
Hades blinked down at the goddess.
"Is the truth intended to belittle others?"
"No. . ." her voice faltered, as did her gaze.
"Then accept the burden of truth," said Hades, as he gripped the hands of his betrothed. "No more talking."
He could feel her fiddling in his arms. Her head shifted about his chest as she peered around to scope out his Kingdom. All was quiet and-an abrupt scream echoed through the Land of the Dead.
The land quaked above them, startling the Underworld with chunks of earth. The child latched herself onto his person, fingers gripping him; her arms were locked around his neck, while her legs attempted to climb his person. Her figure shook slightly. Hades let out a sigh, internally shaking his head.
"Persephone," Hades moved one hand to support her backside.
A small yelp came from the goddess, but she did nothing about his touch.
"Persephone," her name hung in the air.
She burrowed her face into the crevice of Hades' neck, and let out a sob.