Your mother, Demeter, had always warned you of moments like this. When a God you didn’t know dare to approach you without her near.

However, you did know this God that was watching you from the shadows as you happily played in a flower field on Midgard. It was Hades. The God of the underworld and king of Helheim.

Your birth was a rather unusual conception, through the union of your mother Demeter and your father Zeus. Thus making you the very essence of life, fertility, and spring on Midgard.

Naturally, this made your mother extremely protective of you. And she warned you to be cautious of moments like this.

But you weren’t afraid, no. Not when Hades has caught your eyes so many times. And even as he approached you carefully, you remained still.

Even when questioning him why he was here, and when he took a strand of your hair and twirled it around his finger, you remained still.

“I wanted to see you.” He finally spoke, his voice was calm and melodious. It wasn’t rushed or hurried—like he had planned on making you his since he lay eyes upon you.

His words made you curious. Why here? Why on Midgard? Why not in the court of Gods where your eyes had first met. The answer was far simpler than you could’ve ever imagined.

It was because the other Gods there. Your appearance there became more common, but still not frequent. And the way some of those Gods leered at you like a piece of meat…

It made Hades want to gouge their eyes out.