Most of the god's business was done on Olympus, primarily in a tall, domed temple at the peak where there was a spot for each of the Olympians to sit and argue over whatever it was they were upset about at that particular moment.
The primordials, however, were not gods.
They were older and more true, and they preferred to hold their ceremonies in a place that discouraged use rather than the opposite.
Jennie and Hephaestus stood on the sidewalk next to the stairs for the Broadway-Lafeyette Street subway station in Manhattan. Ordinary commuters ascended and descended the stairs, unaware of the other path those steps could take.
Just after the clock struck eight, a tall man in with dark, curly hair ascended the stairs next to a woman with long, auburn curls and dark skin clad in a yellow maxi-dress.
They smiled sadly at the Goddess of Marriage.
"Jennie," Hades said, "I'm happy to see you. Though not under these circumstances."
"You as well, Hades. And you Persephone, I didn't think I'd receive you both for an escort to the Underworld?"
"We figured you could use the support, today," Persephone smiled.
"You are, as always, very sweet. But I have all I need already with me."
In a blink, Jennie and Hephaestus were suddenly flanked by all of Jennie' divine children, save a few. Hebe, Eris, Ares, Enyo, and Angelos were all clad in mortal clothes, but they were no less impressive and divine stood together behind their mother.
"Let's be off," Jennie nodded, "Best not keep fate waiting."
Hades sighed and pulled what looked like a subway ticket dispenser from his pocket along with a hole punch. He extracted and punched six tickets and distributed them to the other
gods.
"We're still doing this?" Persephone muttered.
"Would you rather Demeter visit whenever she pleases? These permit you entrance into the Underworld. If they're destroyed or removed, you'll be removed to Earth immediately."
The King and Queen of the Underworld led them down the subway stairs which continued
far below where the platform should have been.
The walls went from smooth tile to rough stone, and the flickering fluorescent lights were replaced by torches with ever-burning blue flames. The azure light flickered over the gods as their modern clothes shifted and changed into their divine robes and crowns, their full splendor not at all muted in the half-light.
Eventually, they came into the Underworld which was what could be very loosely described as a stone cavern so large the walls and ceilings seemed hundreds if not thousands of miles in the distance. Hades led them to a river where a thin man with a bald, round head and roomy dark robes waited by a longboat.
"Right on time," he drawled, "Bit bigger group than I expected, though. No worries." He tapped his oar against the floor of the boat and it stretched and grew until it was large enough to accommodate them all.
Hades handed the boatman two ancient Drachmae coins.
"This is where we must leave you," he said, "Charon will take you directly to the hall of the Primordials."
Persephone grasped Jennie's hands.
"The fates are with you, you're going to be okay, sweetheart."
"Let's hope," Jennie chuckled, "Or else I'll be moving, soon."
"You'll always have a place here," Persephone reassured her, "Right, Hades?"
"Anything for my favorite sister."
