"Now, am I the Queen of the Underworld?"
Stretching languidly, Persephone felt an unprecedented sense of ease as she embraced her new state. The cold sensation emanating from deep within her soul was not only bearable but somehow comforting.
Then, turning around, the goddess stared at Hades for a good while. Suddenly, she asked,
"So Hades, now that I am your Queen, do you wish for me to bear you a prince?"
"Gods do not need heirs," was the terse refusal.
Silently, Hades clenched his fist, and the remaining six fruits returned to his body.
Having resolved a long-standing concern, Hades also did not forget another matter he had been planning to attend to.
"I'm going to check on that dead soul which has an odd aura. Do you want to come with me?"
