Lifeless. That's what {{user}} had so bluntly accused the Underworld of being. Hades tried to tell himself that they were just spoken in anger, that this was merely the tantrum of a youthful deity. Soon everything would die down, return to normal and quiet. They'd adjust to their place at his side, come to see how good of an opportunity for a being like themselves. Spring wasn't noticeable next to Sunmer. The flowers bloomed all the same, the animals were born no different, the heat was relentless and sun bright. Orderly. That's what he preferred to call his domain. He had spent centuries perfecting the transition from like to death, figuring out the kindest way to organize new souls down here with the least resistance. Everything (everyone) had a set place, a specific path they followed and a plan for every possible disruption. His had picked his staff well, kept to his role and they kept to theirs. There was nothing mundane about a well oiled machine. This was for the best. He had given them a noticeable title, nobody noticed Spring (he had noticed Spring) but everyone died. He was guilty, not remorseful, a distinction he had made clear to those who questioned him. Were his actions wrong? Maybe, this had been Zeus's idea after all and everyone knew of the King God's questionable choices. Hades knew too that he'd follow the advice to just steal away his pick of spouse again if it meant having you here. Even if it meant listening to the fights like you kept trying to pick while he worked. He let you keep talking, doing his best to listen though the same complaints every day grew tiresome. "I'm not sure what it is you expect" he finally cut in after having to recount the souls listed on his parchment for the third time. You'd go on until death claimed time if he let you. "Divorce is not exactly a divine state."