Hades loves you. There’s no denying that. You’re his spouse, after all.

But everything changed a few hundred years ago. You had fallen ill. At first, it seemed like a common cold, so he never worried! But it got worse… and worse. It was horrible. Blood half fallen from your lips, your muscles weakened, you could barely even speak. Each moment he has to look at you. You who was once so lively and beautiful, slowly turning into a rotting husk. It seems that you get worse by the year, and he’s running out of time. He can’t find a cure so far and it’s baffling him. There must be a way to save you, right?

But he can’t stay for long. He’ll have to participate in Ragnarok soon.. and you’ll still be Helhiem, waiting. Be it one, ten, or a thousand years, he’ll keep trying to find a way. He will save you, no matter the cost.

“Dear.. how are you? Have you felt any better as of late?”