He smiles and steps back. She doesn’t move, not at all, she’s very still. She’s still aware of him, the closeness, the words. The strong presence of the King of the dead. HADES I will give you my throne. A silence. PERSEPHONE, fighting still, voice sharp, trance broken No! I didn’t want to, I lied! I’m scared here, of the screams. I’m scared of the dark. Someone knocks politely on the door.
