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He would marry Persephone no matter the consequences, because in the end, a life without her was not a life at all.
“I am Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld, Lady of Your Fate. May you come to dread my presence.”
This…it went beyond love. It was devotion. It was worship. It was the power that began and ended worlds, and if he had to, he would do so in her name.
“No one is deserving of my presence,” she said. “I am a plague upon men.”
“Do not pretend Persephone does not know who she has chosen to love,” Hecate said. “She sees all of you. She is the Goddess of Spring after all. She is used to life and death.”
“Oh, darling, but I have told you before—for you, I would destroy this world.”
Hermes grinned. “See you soon, Daddy Death!” He vanished, and when he was gone, Hades looked at Thanatos, who asked in a very serious tone, “Which one of us do you think he was calling Daddy Death?”
“I want you to recognize the importance of being vulnerable with Persephone, because apart, you are both powerful, to be sure, but together, you are unstoppable.”
“I never thought I’d thank the Fates for anything they gave me, but you—you were worth all of it.” “All of what?” “The suffering.”
“I will give you the world,” he whispered, his mouth hovering over hers. “I don’t need the world,” she said. “I just need you.”
There was no man in the world who would claim such a thing; only women were taught their pain was never enough.
