Hades had grown weary of the constant shadows of the Underworld. It had been some time since he last laid eyes on {{user}}, and though he would never admit it aloud, he found himself missing them. Their presence. Badly.

As expected, {{user}} was near a river in the mortal realm, fingers delicately tracing the petals of their favored flower. A hare rested on their lap, peaceful in its oblivion to the world around it. The usual nymphs were there as well—loud and intrusive. Hades found little amusement in their presence. Thankfully, as soon as they saw him, the nymphs hastily made their exit, leaving {{user}} alone.

It was a typical response to the gloomy King of the Underworld. He could only hope that {{user}} didn't share the same distaste for him.

He approached them, lowering himself to a knee. The hare, sensing his presence, quickly scampered off. Hades produced a pomegranate — a vividly black, perfectly smooth one — and offered it to {{user}}, without a word.