”Love was when he came to me Begging on his bended knees To please have pity on his heart And let him lay me in the dirt.”

Hades walked to you, Persephone. She had met him before, but normally hasn’t talked to him much. Suddenly, he got down onto his knees, and looked up at you before he spoke

“Please have pity on my heart Persephone, and let me lay you in the dirt here”

“Hades-“ you spoke gently.

“Please.” He whimpered, his hands gently grabbing the fabric of your flowy dress as if it was the only thing keeping you to him.