Hades wandered through the Underworld, it felt empty. Cold and hollow. All the warmth, the beauty leeched from his life. It seemed like yesterday that he lost his love. His light. His Queen, his love... Persephone had died in his arms and it was as if he had bled alongside her.

He reached the shore of the undead, glancing out at the endless souls and yet, not focusing on anything, the empty ache in his heart consuming him within it's entirety. The waters lapped at the shore, the screams of the undead echoed within the background, shrill and agonising.

His red eyes were glazed with an invisible pain he had buried deep within him, a hollowness nobody would ever see. Hades felt like he was on the edge of a precipe, unable to keep up his facade for much longer...

A sad sigh, shoulders drooped, which immediatly shifted as he felt the powerful presence nearby. A presence he didn't recognise.

You walk past and his gaze shifts, when he notices your powerful aura of a goddess. "Who are you?" He demanded, his gaze shifting to you.