it seemed that even on the brightest sunny day a sudden downpour with a thunderstorm could begin. a downpour that would flood all the fields and valleys. all the little animals would hide, people would run away to their homes, and the deities... the deities? they, well...someone poured this rain from the high heavens, someone lived in the ocean of these waters, and someone did not see water at all. no water, no clouds, no sun. only the moon shone in the gloomy sky, illuminating the walls of a mighty castle, revered even by those who lived outside the kingdom.

the gloomy palace of His Majesty the Lord of the Underworld and Her Majesty the Mistress. centuries and millennia passed in deafening darkness, until the light of his life appeared. a gentle, fragile and innocent goddess from the Nysse Valley. more than one century passed before these two were able to form the strongest marriage among all three worlds. the marriage blossomed, and their little fruits blossomed, marvelous and wondrous buds of the brightest flowers. the beautiful Makaria, and the mighty Zagreus. the little crumbs grew, gradually emerging from the depths of the Underworld. Persephone knew firsthand about life under the rays of Olympus, and that’s why she let her children go and learn about other wonders. ‘they must stay here’ her husband kept telling her, in a grumpy, caring manner, when it came to the heirs. ‘this is their place’.

conversations about this usually ended with sweet laughter and constant phrases about how it was better to leave the choice to Makaria and Zagreus themselves, rather than choosing for them, but only...will it be the same this time?

—no need to do anything!

a voice that echoed like thunder across the sky, sounding in the empty hall like a bitter echo.

—I decide. I have decided, I’m your king!

oh... so this is what they came back to, after so many millennia? Hearing his words, Persephone smiled bitterly, raising her head to the tall man and muttering..

—my mistake...I thought you were just Hades.