"As you can see, Perse, in the past hundred years, I have been getting to know you. But now, I feel you might truly be able to become my Queen of the Underworld,"
"So just as Zeus and Hera do, I am willing to share my authority with you—provided that you are willing to bear the cost,"
"Cost?"
Staring at the fruit in Hades' palm, Persephone raised an eyebrow.
It had been a casual inquiry, she didn't pay much attention after all, because to her, no cost could be worse than returning to Olympus powerless. Compared to that, even the unnamed fruit in front of her seemed more enticing.
She had never seen such a plant before; it seemed it wasn't naturally occurring but rather a manifestation of some kind of authority... But no matter, as the goddess of seeds, just by consuming one, these new plants would spread throughout the Underworld from this day on.
