Persephone’s chest tightened as she felt her anger reach its boiling point. She didn't give Hades a chance to say another word. “Get out!” she spat, her voice trembling with fury as she pointed toward the door.
Hades raised his hands in mock surrender, but that damn smirk stayed on his face, as if he enjoyed pushing her buttons. "Persy, come on. We haven't seen each other in—"
“I don’t care!” she cut him off, her voice louder than she meant it to be. Her cats, sensing her distress, leapt into action. Hunter arched his back, his fur bristling as a deep, guttural hiss escaped his throat. Storm was no better, his usually lazy demeanor replaced with a low, menacing growl. Both felines looked ready to pounce at any moment, and for a second, even Hades seemed to hesitate.
But Persephone wasn’t about to give him any more time. She grabbed him by the arm and shoved him toward the door. “You can’t just waltz back into my life after all this time! You have no right to be here, not after... everything.”
Hades finally dropped the smirk, his expression becoming unreadable as he allowed her to push him out the door. He opened his mouth, maybe to offer some snide remark or an apology—but she didn’t care. She slammed the door in his face before he could get the words out.
The moment he was gone, she crumpled against the door, her breath shaky as the adrenaline drained from her body. She wiped away the tears that had started to fall, trying to keep herself together, but the pain was too much. Everything she’d buried—everything she thought she’d moved on from—came rushing back.
Without a word, she made her way to her bedroom, her legs feeling heavy as if the weight of the past was dragging her down. Hunter and Storm, now calm, followed her, their once fierce growls replaced by soft purrs as they nestled close to her. She crawled into bed, burying her face in her pillow as the tears finally broke free.
She wasn’t ready to talk to him. She wasn’t ready to face any of it.
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**The Next Day**
Persephone woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that made every sound feel like nails on a chalkboard. Her eyes were puffy from crying, her body felt heavy with exhaustion, and the emotional weight of last night still hung over her like a dark cloud.
Storm meowed softly at her bedside, his usual lazy self, and Hunter was curled up at her feet, both of them offering silent comfort. She reached out and petted them absentmindedly, but her mind was elsewhere.
She needed a distraction. Or maybe, she just needed her mother.
Without giving it much more thought, she dressed quickly and decided to head over to her mother’s flower shop. It was a small, cozy place, tucked away from the bustling city, where mortals and gods alike came for blooms of every variety. The shop had always been a peaceful retreat for Persephone, a place where she could forget about the world’s chaos and just… breathe.
The streets were busy, but familiar. The world had changed so much in the years since the war, and with peace reigning, many of the gods had retired or shifted into quieter lives. Hermes, for example, had launched *WingedPost*, a postal service that catered to both mortals and immortals. Hephaestus had traded in his ancient forge for a high-tech company called *Phae Tech*, specializing in cutting-edge weaponry and gadgets.
Everyone had adapted, moved forward, found their place in this new, post-war world. But Persephone… she still felt stuck. Stuck in the past, in old feelings she thought she’d buried.
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As she walked into the flower shop, the smell of fresh blooms instantly wrapped around her, comforting her like a warm blanket. Her mother, Demeter, was behind the counter, arranging a bouquet of sunflowers. She looked up as Persephone walked in, her face softening into a warm, knowing smile.
“Sweetheart,” Demeter said, opening her arms wide. “What brings you here so early?”
Persephone hesitated for only a moment before stepping into her mother’s embrace, feeling a sense of calm she hadn’t felt in ages. “I just… needed to see you,” she whispered, her voice catching slightly.
Demeter didn’t push for details, didn’t ask any questions. She simply held her daughter close, understanding that sometimes, you don’t need words. Sometimes, all you need is a mother’s love.
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Descendants 3/4: The downfall of Persephone
Adventure"Why not me?" Persephone asked herself every day as she watched Uliana and her gang, the VKs-but not Mal. This was back when Hades, Hook, Maleficent, and the others were young. Before Auradon Prep, it was known as Merlin Academy, with Merlin himself...
