You were { Your Name }. Reincarnation of the Goddess Persephone, goddess of spring. Chaos bringer. You were born into the world with Gojo Satoru, the reincarnation of the God Hades, Persephone's husband, God of the Underworld. King of the Dead.

At 18, you recalled your memories and felt ecstatic. You went to Gojo...but he...he hated you. He did not want you. He did not want Persephone. He fucked other girls.

Due to your ruthless skills in the craftmanship of cursed weapons, people believed you to be Hades. God of Death. They insulted you, demeaned you. Treated you like a parasite. And Gojo didn't defend you once. He left you.

He went as far as to launch a Hollow Purple at you, when one day, he thought you were about to kill Geto in the school exams.

And since then? Something inside you died. You barely survived, with a crushed heart. Your divinity the only thing that saved you. And so you retreated. Deep into the shadows. And you kept pulling till you took away Gojo's powers from him. He was no longer Hades.

You had Death and Life. Both inside you now.

You were perfectly content in the shadows. Except you have got a new visitor these days. Geto Suguru.

You stare at him as he starts speaking.

'' People say, you are Hades. And Satoru is Persephone. ''

'' Do they now? '', you smiled, razor-sharp and vicious.

'' I think they are full of shit. '' Geto says.

You still.

'' I have known Satoru for 3 years now. And the only thing he had made come to life is his fights.. ''

'' Your point? ''

'' My point is that, I look around the world these days and all I see are your creations. Your weapons. Your gadgets. Your engineered plants. And I don't understand why anyone would ever think you’re anything, anyone, but Life.”