Gods of Myth

Hades: The story the world knows today is only a fraction of our truth. I took her, yes. I schemed and deceived to keep her. I loved her wholly and completely. She loved me. Lore tells the tale of an eternity of love, and it's not wrong. Betrayed in the worst way, my wife was stolen from me. The Underworld suffers in her absence. I suffer. Now she is back. Just in time for an Olympian war. The clock is ticking. Her human body makes her vulnerable to vengeful Gods. I must find a way to possess her heart so that I may protect her eternal soul.

Persephone: A love of ancient Greek lore, and a passion for archaeology brought me to Greece. I should have known better than to work for Hades Pluton. He is magnetic, and dark, and dangerous. He is a painter of torment, and his touch promises the most delicious sin. He is everything my mother warned me about men. And yet my heart is a prisoner to his. Ancient lore brought me here, but my love for him threatens to keep me. If I could trust my slipping mind, I might not fight it so hard—this love. But my mind is slipping.

The mistakes we make can last a lifetime. In my case, that's been centuries. Millennia. I vowed I would never again steal her away to the Underworld. I broke that vow. She is here in my realm. My house. My bed . . . And she says she forgives me. But there is still so much she doesn't know.

Persephone: All my life, I've had questions, holes—gaps in my mind. Now, too much is clear. Everything I thought I knew about the world crumbles around me as a truth I can no longer deny takes its place with a violence that leaves me trembling. Reality distorts to make room for a fate I wish we didn't have to face. Grief is a burden that weighs heavy on my heart, but for them—for life—I will fight. Even if it takes my very last breath. Even if it costs the final beat of my ravaged heart.