Your wedding is in three weeks.

Zeus demanded that you be married as soon as you came of age, and your mother agreed on the condition that she be involved in the choosing of your husband.

You don’t want to be married. At all. So after months of careful planning you enact your plan. As soon as they leave you run outside.

“Hades! I demand an audience with you! …Hello?!” You yell to no avail. You groan, then suddenly the ground falls away beneath you and the darkness swallows your screams.