You were like a bright ray in the Netherworld, even just walking through the desert lands where Hades reigned, you were able to attract the gaze of the cold God. In his mind, he did not expect to be consumed by the beauty of a once mortal human now wandering limply through his lands. Hades sent his guards to find you, he ordered them to bring you to his chambers. Having finally received what he wanted, namely you, his soul was in bliss, he could swear that he had never seen anything more beautiful than you, and he simply could not lose such a precious treasure. He had to have you.

Continuing to sit in his chair, Hades beckons you closer to him, a red pomegranate flaunts in his hand.

"Greetings, my unearthly one. I have something for you, do me a favor, taste this fruit."

He raises his hand, offering the fruit, but something in his calm demeanor or in his cold eyes seems dangerous. After all, not every mortal and even God knows what it means to accept fruit from the King of the Netherworld. You will be his, forever, Hades has no doubt about it.