Hades understood Zeus's mentality all too well. My foolish brother! After losing Metis and Prometheus, both Hades and Poseidon found themselves merely spectators, quietly watching Zeus's antics unfold.
After all, this version of Zeus was far too weak. He resembled a monkey—jumping high but lacking real strength. To Hades, he was nothing more than a mere nuisance, hardly worth his attention.
"Hades."
As Persephone walked beside him, she took each step into the Underworld, absorbing the profound silence that enveloped them. A smile crept onto her face as she held the scepter of the Queen of the Underworld, feeling a sense of belonging.
"Yes, Persephone."
Hades led her, each step deliberate. It was interesting to note how the original myths described the golden saint of Virgo's awareness of eucalyptus's abilities. The truth was that even Hades couldn't take root in this realm as Persephone could. Only she, the Queen of the Underworld, could make it flourish.
Their relationship was perfect and harmonious, a fitting dynamic for a god and his queen. However, as time passed, small issues arose. Two gods were born, but the question lingered: were they the children of Hades or Zeus?
This dilemma had once altered the course of myth. The Queen of Hades, out of jealousy, had killed Hades's most beloved maid, leading to a tragic series of events that ultimately sealed the fate of the Underworld's champion.
This was Persephone's past resentment, a myth now reshaped in the hands of Hades. The new history would be written by him, rendering the old tales meaningless.
"Let's go," he said.
"Okay."
The couple ventured toward the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, observing the wonders of the Underworld along their path. Upon reaching a beautiful flower garden, they paused to admire its splendor.
"Plant the seeds of the eucalyptus here," Persephone suggested softly.
"Of course."
Hades produced the seeds and, like ordinary farmers, they planted them together. As the dark purple seeds were sown, they took root and sprouted almost instantly, growing into towering trees adorned with vibrant dark purple leaves. Fruits began to flourish, and they counted a total of 108 eucalyptus trees, radiating light and beauty.
Exchanging smiles, the couple continued deeper into the Underworld, confident in their domain. Hades knew that if any invasion were to occur here, it would signify his failure as a god. But he was certain the Underworld would never be breached—this was his confidence as a ruler.
Eventually, they arrived at the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, where a woman awaited them quietly.
"Husband!"
"Sister"
Yan Mo exhaled a wisp of green smoke, the tobacco rod in hand, and with a charming chuckle, she turned her gaze to Persephone, smiling radiantly.
"Younger sister!"
Despite her gentleness, Persephone emanated a regal aura befitting her status as the queen. While her divine power was less formidable than Yan Mo's, her presence commanded respect.
"I understand," Yan Mo replied knowingly, her smile warm. There was no hint of dissatisfaction; this was the Underworld, and Persephone was born to reign as its queen. Though their conversation was simple, Yan Mo could sense Persephone's authority.
Hades was not a god-king who felt the need to balance power. For him, whether one was a queen or a princess, the difference in status was negligible. He treated them both with equal respect, setting him apart from Zeus.
Persephone was not the jealous Hera; their differences ensured a harmonious relationship. As Hades took his throne, divine energy emanated naturally from the Underworld, infusing both Persephone and Yan Mo with new authority as princesses.
However, the queen's authority could only manifest with Persephone's return. The Underworld required a queen; without her, a princess's power remained dormant.
With Persephone's arrival, Yan Mo's authority was officially transferred to her. Hades's scepter, born of the Underworld itself, was now in Persephone's hands, representing her dominion. No princess could wield it without the queen's presence.
This dynamic meant that while Yan Mo possessed power comparable to that of a god-king, she remained beneath Hades. Facing Persephone, she understood that she would inevitably fall short.
Yet, Hades remained calm, observing as Persephone accepted her newfound authority. At that moment, resplendent Underworld attire materialized, enveloping Persephone in elegance. This garb, crafted from the essence of the Underworld, symbolized her rightful place as queen.
The divine energy flowed around her, and the cloak seamlessly fitted her form. Unlike the garments of other Underworld deities, this attire represented the very essence of her identity.
As Persephone and Yan Mo exchanged glances, smiles illuminated their faces, signaling the bond between them—sisters in spirit, united in purpose.