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“It's autumn," I said. "I can see the trees turning through the windows." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "It's going to be the Day of the Dead soon," I said. "Sounds gruesome." "It's a festival." I looked at him over my shoulder. "The only one that gentry and peasants share. We celebrate Persephone going down to Hades for the winter, they remember Tom-a-Lone getting his head cut off by Nanny-Anna. Everybody makes grave offerings, then there's a great sacrifice to Hades and Persephone, and that night there's a bonfire and they burn a straw Tom-a-Lone dressed up in ribbons.”

“Don’t you dare pity her. She traded a suffering soul for a throne of bones. She exchanged watchful eyes for a court of her own. The seasons of the earth depended on the very breath she took. She had death wrapped around her fingers and spring at her beck and call and the ruler of the heavens tasked with finding her. She turned the world upside down to find freedom. The daughter of flowers escaped her prison made out of roots and thorns and became the queen of death and forged her new home out of shadows and power.”

“Some places are so dark that even dreams cannot flourish there. I warned you once, queen, to be careful, and I will repeat this warning now. Take care not to venture too far into the darkness, for men have gotten lost and never found their way back. How much more valuable would a queen be to the monsters that lurk in the shadows." -Hypnos”

“Persephone Speaks “I asked him for it. For the blood, for the rust, for the sin. I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about, or the fine marble of palaces, or even the roses in the mouth of servants. I wanted pomegranates— I wanted darkness, I wanted him. So I grabbed my king and ran away to a land of death, where I reigned and people whispered that I’d been dragged. I’ll tell you I’ve changed. I’ll tell you, the red on my lips isn’t wine. I hope you’ve heard of horns, but that isn’t half of it. Out of an entire kingdom he kneels only to me, calls me Queen, calls me Mercy. Mama, Mama, I hope you get this. Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold, know never have I been better than when I am here. Do not send flowers, we’ll throw them in the river. ‘Flowers are for the dead’, ‘least that’s what the mortals say. I’ll come back when he bores me, but Mama, not today.”

“This your handiwork?" She hesitated. Hera liked to claim this garden was her idea. "Come on. You can tell me- I won't say a word. Everyone I know is dead!" He chuckled to himself and she couldn't help smiling. He was clever, just like some of the snakes that tried to worm their way into her gardens. She knew how to handle them. She could handle this snake, too. "They're my work, yes." She inched closer again. He didn't scare her. If anything, she was intrigued. He was obviously enamored of her apples, and for that alone, she wanted to keep talking to him. "Each and every branch on this tree and the apples that hang from them are my creations, as is this whole meadow." "Stellar work, truly." Hades took another bite. "Too bad you don't get credit for it. Hera is always going on about how she's the one who nurtures this garden." Her eyes flashed. "I can assure you, this is my work, and mine alone." "Feisty! And not afraid of Hera! Nice combination.”

“Nyx was just visible behind the wall, her eyes glowing like stars in the darkness of Tartarus. "Let me know when you are ready to see your father, and I will guide you to the palace myself. The Blood Moon draws near. Adjust your eyes, Pluto, to see what is so clearly in front of you." With a wave of her hand, the gates slammed shut, and the Goddess of the Night vanished from sight.”

“Hecate stood over him then, and she seemed taller, her pupils narrow slits like the cunning glare of a serpent. "Oh, Aidoneus. Aren't you tired of being afraid? Aren't you ready to take control of what is inside you?" "No," he denied, his voice a growl. "I do not wish it. I wish to forget." "Forget." Her laugh was low. "When the marks are so deep inside you, they are etched on your soul? Do you truly believe you can forget? You cannot be that naive.”

“Forger!" the king bellowed, his voice echoing across Tartarus. There was no answer. Hades leaped up, grasping the edges of the jagged mountainside, and began climbing the steep cliff until he reached the highest of the twin peaks. The amber flame of Tartarus lit the high mountain. "Unnamed One, show yourself!”

“My damnation stains me, Persephone, with you... with all of you. A crimson stain, a cursed badge I forever have to wear. My history is written in your world- it will always paint me as a monster until I become the very thing I have been pictured to be." His gaze moved gently over her. "Until I become what you think I am.”

“Neither light nor wind makes its way here, yet the king's sun enters." Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she could vaguely make out an approaching figure. Draped in a long, thin veil, he reached her, and bony fingers gently grasped her hand, lifting it to his covered mouth for a soft kiss. "You do not visit my kingdom often, Queen Persephone. Your nightmares keep you awake. They keep you from me." "Hypnos," she whispered, resisting the urge to pull away from this strange God. "I have not come to talk about my dreams," Persephone continued. "You know who I am; do you know why I have come?”

“What is this?" she asked in a trembling voice. He brushed the silken web almost reverently, and she felt the contact within herself, within her spirit. She had felt that touch before, but the memory fluttered from her mind, leaving only shadows in its place. "Don't you recognize it?" She shook her head. "Persephone, this is your thread of life.”

“She did turn then, her hair whipping across his face as she regarded him with narrowed eyes. "Strange that a God of Death would want to bring life into the world." Hades smiled, though it did not reach his eyes. "I was not always a God of Death, Persephone. My time here has taught me how closely death and life are intertwined. From death comes rebirth; from endings- new beginnings. If I could, I would trade all the riches in my kingdom for something more priceless- a family that loves me.”

“Sisyphus is dangerous, mother.” Persephone said as the Oneiroi lifted into the air and circled about them again. She reached out toward the circle of flames and pulled their destination closer. The walled citadel of Ephyra appeared before them in the widening pathway through the ether. The Queen of the Underworld took a step toward it and looked at her mother one last time. “But so am I.”