“Oh, fucking Fates,” Hades grumbled. “How has that not ended?” “Jealous, Hades? I was thinking that when things calm down, Seph and I could go on a picnic.” “Good luck,” said Hades. “You have no magic to summon her.” “Then I guess I’ll have to do it the mortal way and knock on your door.” “I will throw you in Tartarus,” Hades shot back with a smirk, grateful for Apollo’s levity and the relief it seemed to be bringing Persephone.
