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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 the daughter of Aphrodite and the son of Hermes, under the watchful eyes of the gods, found solace only in each other...
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⋆☀︎⋆₊⋆˚୨୧⋆₊⋆ ☀︎⋆ ೃ❦⁀➷ ▎MOTHER'S BEAUTY ▎ love confessions ━━ׂׂૢ
𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦 through the gate, walking for hours until we reached Hades' palace. As we walked onto a big platform, it unexpectedly began to ascend. After what seemed like an eternity, it finally came to a halt.
"I would never want to live here. It's far too dark," Luke murmured under his breath.
"That's precisely why I cherish my home!" came a voice from the distance.
"Are you Hades?" I called out, hoping he'd hear.
"I am." Hades responded, now standing before us.
"Come, take a seat." he invited, gesturing for us to follow. Two couches and two chairs awaited us.
"Please, make yourselves comfortable. You three are my esteemed guests." he said warmly, a smile gracing his lips.
I glanced at Luke and Clarisse, both wearing expressions of perplexity. Seating myself on a couch beside Luke, I maintained my puzzled gaze.
"You're aware of my father's whereabouts, and I suspect you also know the location of the mirror." I said in an instant.
"Getting straight to the point, I see." Hades remarked before taking his seat.
"Look, I'm not handing over your father without a trade. Otherwise, my brother's going to have my head." Hades declared.
"I knew it. You gods always expect something in return." Luke remarked.
"I simply require my key back." Hades explained.
"Your Key to the Underworld is missing?" Clarisse asked.
"Actually, I'm innocent in this matter." Hades clarified.
"But how do we locate your Key to the Underworld?" I questioned.
"I know who's taken it," Hades revealed.
"Then retrieve it." Luke said.
"You think it's that simple when the Underworld is in utter chaos?" Hades retorted, scoffing.
"Then who stole it?" I pressed.
"Hera, that wretched witch." Hades spat out her name with disdain.
"Why would she steal it?" Clarisse wondered aloud.
"I don't know why she did it, but Hera always has something up in her sleeve and it's infuriating." Hades said and rolled his eyes once again.
