This is probably a very stupid question but which modern era do you think Aidon and Persephone prefer? I mean do they swing the 30’s or rock the 60’s? And I think Thanatos will feel free on Halloween nights. I wish you good work and thank you for the previ

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I think that the 1930s and the 1960s were actually rough on both of them.

Aidon saw thousands reach his gates from starvation, and it probably made him feel a little like when Demeter starved the earth to regain his wife. A pit in his stomach formed every subsequent year when Persephone would bring home news. Greece was locked in civil strife. The first time he heard names like ‘Metaxas’ and then ‘Mussolini’ he dismissed it. Then as each year wore on and things grew worse in Europe, he knew that he was about to face a deluge of bodies the likes of which his realm had never seen. Before the war broke out, he took Ares aside. Hades told him, given the god’s propensity for switching uniforms to whichever side was glorifying him more in battle, that if he ever, ever found out Ares had put on a German uniform he would send his wife and the Keres to hound him every day and night for the rest of his immortal life.

The 30s was a time of crisis for Aidon and Persephone.

The 60s however were about as interesting a decade for them as they’d ever seen.

Persephone, who had unleashed so much profanity and anger each year at what had started in the New Mexico desert, had horrified them at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, continued at the Bikini Atoll, in the Nevada desert, and Semipalatinsk came back genuinely shaking with fear as she descended to be with Hades in the fall of 1962.

With bated breath, they watched the Cuban Missile Crisis play out, and both spent long nights wondering if they were about to welcome all of humanity back to Chthonia at once, with no hope of the souls ever being reborn again to the world above. Demeter herself came below, weeping and fretting and both Persephone and Hades tried to calm and console her, but with no surety that they would be right or that anyone would be left to plant grain the next year. On October 28, they all sighed in relief.

And things changed. Upheavals, progress, regression, triumph, tragedy. They watched humanity take two steps forward, a step back. Hades hated the stink of napalm almost as much as he hated the stench of gunpowder. Persephone told him to meet her in San Francisco in the summer of 1967, and he was gobsmacked by the changes that had taken place in the culture. It was as if Anthesteria had returned for an entire season. He tried to balance the idea of an aggressor nation protesting its own aggression, clenched his teeth at the whiff of base self interest but saw the push for peace as a nudge in the right direction.

His pessimism was proven right little more than a year later, but Persephone told him about the Moon… about how humankind had, in part, glimpsed the good earth as her husband and she had all those thousands of years ago during their hieros gamos, as a beacon of blue in the enveloping black, as one single, fragile world. And after that, Hades knew— despite his overwhelming doubts— that civilization would eventually overcome its adolescence and figure it out.