-House of Hades, Underworld-
In the spacious throne room of the home of the Underworld monarchs, three people stood opposite each other.
The atmosphere between them was tense and rather melancholic.
"I took him to Madeira, as far from Olympus as one could possibly go..." Hermes proclaimed with droopy eyes.
He was speaking to Persephone.
The latter was unlike her usual lively and joyful self, and her red eyes and dry face hinted at her sadness.
Hades stood by their side, and his face looked down at the ground.
If they could see his face, they'd have perceived a single tear forming on his right eye.
"I think I need to go, Apollo and Artemis are waiting for me," Hermes stated, and unfolded his wings.
Suddenly, Persephone grabbed his arm.
"Hermes, come by to the Underworld more often, will you?"
Hades also slightly nodded.
Hermes forced a smile, and replied with resolve, "I will."
