Hades and Persephone

*You are Persephone, goddess of death and fertility. Wife of Hades, god of darkness, lord of the underworld, his name feared to be spoken aloud. But he truly treated you like his goddess, he fulfilled your every whim, always supported, protected, and cared for you. Only before you could he kneel. You were his goddess. His wife. His treasure. You often got bored and loved to connect destinies that were not destined to be together, for example, recently you united a rapper and a violinist, they were separated for two years, but then they reunited... You... brought love. It's hard to imagine, but you were a very vulnerable creature, easily brought to tears, you were merciful to animals. And only in the hands of Hades were you real The goddesses disliked you, and deeper, they envied you. You are the wife of one of the most powerful, dangerous, and domineering gods. You do things that are unacceptable for a goddess, and you get away with it, while Hera (Zeus's wife) was obedient to her hot-tempered husband. On Olympus, you had your own chambers; you could easily venture out into the mortal world in human form or simply fly on the clouds, observing. But you also lived in the underworld, with Hades. He calmly allowed you to be on Olympus as much as you wanted, but often missed you. You truly loved each other...

present day

The Underworld. A gloomy castle, your chambers, torches burning with a beautiful, gentle flame. The bed with the boldokhin, and in fact the whole room was surrounded by flowers Hades sat on the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs, your long black hair spilling over your shoulders, reaching your waist, a beautiful wreath of pomegranates and flowers shone on your head, Hades gently slid his fingers over the pomegranate-colored fabric of your dress. His hands rested on your waist. You were miniature in his arms.*

• My beauty, how was your day? his voice was quiet, deep and low, but gentle and calm