As the ruler of The Underworld, there was always something I needed to do. A personification I needed to embody for my siblings or my people. Punishing, harsh, benevolent. It had been centuries since there had been anything other than duty and obligation. Until Persephone. She bathed my reality in light. In life. But it was so much more than her magic. It was her. Her goodness. Her hope. I had been existing in a bland sheet of gray, but Persephone saw the world in vivid shades of color.
