perhaps their time has come?..

The Great Temple of the Gods on Mount Olympus was illuminated by blinding torches that burned through all the darkness that stood this late evening. The deities, having gathered to celebrate another minor holiday, drank the most delicious wines of Dionysus, snacking on fruit gifts from Demeter herself, whom the King of the Gods finally deigned to invite, not caring that she bore the status of his ex-wife. Nymphs, elves and... small, still completely innocent children were running around the tables. Growing deities... for example, the little girls, the Charites, laughed loudly, pulling their mother, Aphrodite, by the skirt and looking at Dionysus, who smiled sweetly at them. Hercules, a strong youth who was born only a couple of centuries ago, was already hanging on his father's biceps, demonstrating his strength. every deity has at least one child, maybe five, but...

but not them...

sitting at the table, in the farthest part of it, the Darkest Lord of the Underworld sat next to his sweet wife, not even touching the wine poured into his glass. turning his head from side to side, he tried, but still could not stop staring at the giggling children rushing past the table. no, other people's children did not evoke any emotions in him at all. well... except for the warmth that spread inside at the words 'Mom' and 'Dad', when they called their parents.

and if they were with Persephone... what if they... agh, no, don't think about it, Hades, don't you dare...