He met her underneath a coal midnight, the smoldering ashes falls to the ground while his heart falls to his gravity, the smoke from the cigarette between his fingers flies to the sky while his mind flies to the imagination of many what if's. How many tales you read or heard about Hades was followed by the darkness behind, a lingering promises, pomegrante on her mouth was like a red line of destiny. He just chuckled when she hissed she hate him. "No baby, you just wished to hate me."