so persephone was sitting at the entrance of the netherworld. as you do, really. and hades, the grimdark sexyhot, was not there to wait for her, as he usually did. "hades, you idiot", the goddess was musing... but the shadows did not move. and there were no transfixing eyes staring at her from the darkness, no snake-like arms wrapping gently around her, no seductive voice... just the cold dead silence. and this was annoying. see, the netherworld is not a bad place to be. it's full of wonders and its appearance can change at will, except the rivers and the plain of asphodels. oh, and there were the poppies too... lovely, really, to watch in the dim golden glow. seemed gorgeous gems shaped like flowers and when you touched them, they felt even more silky than those who grew under the sun. and they never ever died. just stayed the same. a lot like hades and his other riches. precious stones and metals.... "oh, come on!" then, a sigh... "ah, yes..."