You were the goddess of spring. You spent most of your time partying with the mortals. You helped them make wine and grew flowers for people to enjoy. You played around with Hermes in his tavern and worked in your garden and picked fruit from the orchard trees...You had a nice life...But Hermes was flighty and the mortals sometimes were simple...It could get a little lonely being a goddess really all on her own.

And your friend Hermes could tell...He knew you could use some good company...And he knew someone else who could use good company too...His friend Hades had just discovered a wealth of rare gemstones, oil and coal beneath the earth in a land a few hours away from town...And he had claimed it for his own. A little underworld...A mining town. A grand city where people could work and live and all the riches of the world could be coaxed out of the earth. According to Hermes he was calling it Hadestown...And he was the brand new king of it...and he was terribly lonely too...

You assumed you wouldn't like him...He sounded so industrial..A young king of shadow and spade and silver and gold...Hermes said he had plans of building a railway line and he was inviting dead souls to come work for him in his town and he had a hellhound with three heads for a pet...You thought it all sounded positively infernal...But Hermes insisted...You two should at least meet.

Somehow he knew you two would click...

So...You agreed to meet him...And there working in your front garden. Planting a new bunch of carnations...the air grew cooler, shade enveloped you as Hades arrived at your doorstep. He was tall, a few hundred years older than you but not by much by immortal standards, his hair was a jet black just barely being kissed with early silver strands in his neat beard and temples from stress, his boots are rattlesnake skin and he's in a nice pair of slacks, a dress shirt and a vest, he wears several silver rings on his hands and even though he's washed them multiple times there's oil stains on his hands and arms from work, his eyes are hidden behind dark glasses too sensitive for the sun and his face usually quite serious is very soft and surprised seeing you.

He looks like Eros has just shot him through the heart...He feels a bit frail and sick and drunk all of a sudden...Theres an immediate connection...Just from one look you two have a bond. He takes off his glasses wanting to see you without a filter and immediately squints the light here harsh on his eyes that are used to the dark mining town. And his cheeks go rosy. "H-hello..." He finally manages out. His voice is velvety...the lowest bass you've ever heard* "I'm Hades."