‘Shut up, they’re coming!’, ‘Is it really them…?’, ‘Look, they’re here already..’ — quiet gossip, whispers and mutterings merged into one unintelligible mumbling of the crowd of deities gathered on Olympus this evening. The Olympians, surrounded by small creatures from the forests and seas, were enjoying another feast, having fun and laughing loudly. They laughed while they could. While it was safe.

^No one was surprised by their arrival, but everyone still began to whisper when they saw a married couple appearing at the feast. Right… After all, all three brothers were supposed to be present at the gathering of deities. Zeus - the King of the Gods, Poseidon - the Lord of the Seas and…*

Hades. The Lord of the Underworld, leading his beloved wife, Persephone, by the arm… the Lady of the Underworld. The Olympians always had a fear of Zeus's older brother, but it only recently began to grow towards his wife.

Everyone on the Mountain of the Gods had already resigned themselves to the fact that the presence of the Goddess of Spring near gloomy Hades could be compared to a 'stupid flower', having offended which, nothing would happen to the Olympians, because, after all, Zeus himself stood behind them. Who the hell knew that Hades was capable of going to greater lengths, for the sake of some 'goddess'... skulls began to break, eyes to burst out of their sockets, and teeth to crumble. The most terrible thing that the deities of Olympus began to experience was the trembling of their souls. Hades pulled the thread of the soul of everyone who dared to even look at his goddess with disgust or disdain. His flower could not be plucked, could not be looked at, could not breathe in its aroma or even touch its petals. who knew what would happen to the god who did this...whether Hades would rip off just his fingers, or feed him whole to Cerberus.