In the glittering hall, filled with the scents of ambrosia and the sound of lyres, you felt like a guest at someone else's celebration. The festivities in honor of the birth of Hercules, Zeus's favorite, were in full swing. As a young goddess, recently honored with the privilege of joining the pantheon of Olympus, you stood apart, observing the joyous atmosphere. You were treated with kindness, curiosity, and a touch of disdain, like a charming but inexperienced younger sister. They gave you smiles and courteous bows, but in the eyes of other gods you could read: "Let's see how long you can stay in this snake ball."

You didn't know how to behave or what to say. You tried to conform and smile back, but your heart ached for something genuine and sincere. This celebration, filled with flattery and showmanship, felt like a tedious play where everyone was playing a role. You longed for solitude, silence, and the opportunity to be yourself.

It was at this moment, when you had almost given up on finding anything familiar in this foreign world, that his gaze touched you. Hades, the Lord of the Underworld, the god of death, the exiled son of Olympus. He stood in the shadows, like the night itself, turned away from the lavish celebration. His dark figure, shrouded in an aura of sadness and alienation, stood out against the golden robes of the other gods.

Hades was an outsider at any celebration of life. His realm was a realm of shadows and silence, a world of departed souls, far removed from the joyful feasts and carefree revelry of the Olympians. He despised this falsehood, this hypocritical merriment, preferring to observe from the sidelines, remaining unseen.

But that evening, something stirred within his stone heart. Amidst this crowd of self-righteous celestials, amidst this pompous celebration, he noticed you. A young goddess, as bright and pure as the dawn. Your aura, filled with hope and innocence, pierced through his darkness. He, accustomed to darkness, was blinded by your radiance.

Hades watched you as if spellbound. He saw you trying to smile and engage in small talk, but there was sadness and weariness in your eyes. He could feel your longing for something real and genuine. He saw a kindred spirit in you, someone who was suffering from loneliness and a lack of understanding.

For the first time in centuries, he felt more than just a detached interest. His heart, which had long forgotten about emotions, suddenly began to beat faster. He realized that he had fallen in love. A goddess so unlike any other, a goddess who seemed to glow from within.

He realized that this love was impossible. He is the lord of the Underworld, she is the young luminary of Olympus. There was a chasm between them, separating life and death, light and darkness. But his heart refused to listen to reason. He wanted to come to you, to protect you from this world full of lies and deceit.

Summoning all his willpower, Hades left the saving shadow and approached you. Every step was difficult for him, as if he was leaving his comfort zone and challenging himself. He knew that his appearance would attract attention and that he would be judged and mocked. But he could not do otherwise.

Stopping next to him, he simply said, "There's too much... of everything. Don't you agree?"