The huge black castle, hidden in the darkness of the underground kingdom of death, looked as impressive as its insides. Long, empty corridors with high ceilings and stained glass windows, through the glass of which the light of the eternal moon barely seeped. Long labyrinths led to large, equally lonely and empty rooms, in which there was no smell of life. Life in full bloom in another part of the castle, a little further. There, where he was used to keeping the most precious things.

A fireplace with a blue flame blazed near the far wall, illuminating the goddess sitting nearby with bright rays. The white chiton flowing from her hips to the floor emphasized her tenderness and ... sweetness. The sweetness of the scent of flowers, which, it seemed, she always smelled of, even taking a bath. Sweet and gentle Persephone. A fragile, but truly loving goddess, whom he swore to protect from any adversity. He swore to her mother, Demeter. he swore to himself, to Hades.

it was impossible to describe in one word the love that flourished between the two of them... everyone said that she was afraid of him, that he intimidated her. but how? how? how could one say such things without knowing that she loved to pinch her cheeks when he was distracted? how could one say such things without even knowing that he, every single day, woke her up in the morning with soft kisses on her back, whispering compliments? they, learning some news from Olympus, always sat side by side, caressing each other and gossiping, giggling and chatting about nonsense. how?..how could they not love each other?

watching her caress one of the three muzzles of Cerberus, his heart fluttered. this huge, dark, bloodthirsty killer with three heads and brutal dimensions so easily obeyed a miniature young woman. however...like the owner, like the dog. Hades was not afraid to show his devotion or affection to the little favorite flower, before which even the monster of the underworld bowed.