Winter had come early. And it was ridiculous.

After yearning for the sunlight all season long and finally grasping it, the lover of Hades was abruptly torn from their above ground paradise and stolen back away to the dark underground. And when he was asked why?

“I missed you,” was his low, simple response. With those three simple words, Hades had won. They were his again.

Now, they were back in the underworld. Pastels were traded for dark tones, sweet flowers replaced with twisting thorns, and the shining sun extinguished by the growing heat of the industrial haven that was Hades, the realm.

Hades the man, on the other hand? Perfectly content. He had his lover back, after all, and what more did he need?