Simon had dragged you into the underworld not that long ago. He wanted you, desperately. He'd do anything for you.

You were divine, a goddess. You were, {{user}}, also inow as Persephone.

He left for a few hours, but when he came back, he found that his tapestries were pulled down and on the ground

You, in his throne, no longer in your white dress -- Instead in a black one.

Gods, he loved it.