Hours Before Midnight (Persephone and Hades a PJO based fiction novel)

Chapter 3: The least Expected

"Hours Before Midnight"

Disclaimer: The usual. I only own the concept and nothing more. The fountain is no exception too. (It's in the movie)

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Chapter 3: The least Expected.

They arrived in a heap. Persephone was actually expecting Hades will get themselves somewhere sunny perhaps. Not to mention he disliked the sun that much, probably somewhere peace and shaded.

Unfortunately, he materialized themselves back to their chambers which disappoint the spring goddess. He never said something about going to bed or some sort. She wanted out there, she meant OUT. ABOVE SURFACE.

Persephone was about to say something but Hades gave a start.

"Alright before you say something else, I wanted to make things clear." He stood in front of his wife and gestured to rest his hands against her shoulders. "Seph, it's still hours before midnight and it's not passed noon so don't give that look." He says when Persephone rolled her eyes. "Supposedly I still have an hour to judge souls but I'll give you the credit." Hades reassured.

"You mean you give the remaining hour to me?"

With his free hand he cupped her chin and smiled.

"Yes, my wife. Now, I will leave you here and get ready."

"Wait." She grabbed his masculine arm. She doesn't know what to dress for the occasion.

"You know what's best. I'll be at the fountain in the front hall." Then with that he let the dark swirling mist take over.

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Hades arrived in the front hall at the brief moment. The fountain was there and it had a complicated design. It was not like the usual sculpture of a mortal with a jar that gestures pouring water that never stops. Instead of mortals in was hellhound's head, pours water and setbacks fire. Specifically, Greek fire. Dangerously cool, just what Hades had ordered.

There he paced back and forth. Thinking hard, thinking straight. In fact, he hasn't thought of the place they would spend time together or hanging out as what teens call it nowadays. He learned that from Nico and he's alibi: "I was just hanging out with Thalia, Dad."

This is the least of what he expected; seeking help to the gods that abodes above. With his heels, he walks to the fountain and then to the opposite distance.

Zeus, no, little thunder-bro is way too much "Bed Talk". What would he do? Let us frolic in the skies and bounce on clouds? He thought, not Zeus.

Hera, no, she'll think this is another issue about me not able to satisfy my wife and oh gods, I need to avoid that cursed Journal! He groaned. Olympus Journal is like a daily newspaper talking about gods and their issues. Personal or not, it doesn't matter.

Aphrodite, same as thunder-bro. Athena, I can't stand her "wisdom talk" so no. Ares, no way in Tartarus. Hephaestus is way too BUSY, though his T.V. is getting good.

Hades is still on the heel and Persephone now would be on her wardrobe pulling out whatever it is best. His eyes began to fire. Though frustrated, he began to think again.

Apollo. He gave a disapproving scoff. Almost everybody knows he doesn't like Apollo that much. He would prefer Artemis secretly. If the twins will know Uncle Hades favours his niece over his nephew, it would be a disaster.

The great Apollo and his mighty and too brightly lit chariot.

The fiery god is bland sometimes and would say that not a mortal had resisted his woes. In fact, he'd turn some of his lovers into a tree. So that would definitely be a big NO.

Artemis, it would mean brightly lit meadows and grass, flowers and more grass, no.

Dionysus, far too BUSY in his camp and Nico's there to get himself education, that would be no.

Hestia tends the home. Persephone wants OUT so no to HOME.

Finally, he was worn out of pacing back and forth that soon shall leave the marble floor a hole on it; he decided to sit on the steps. He closes his eyes for moment and began to massage his temple. This is harder than he thought. Thinking of which, he needs to think fast. So he goes on with it no doubt.

Hermes, again too BUSY, always BUSY! He realized that not only he is doing the real deal of jobs here but also his nephew, so no to that and into the next. Which would be definitely, with no exception is a NO, NO, NO!

Demeter. With that thought, he expressed his frustration with an ironic laugh.

If Hades will ask DEMETER about helping him make the most of his time with her daughter is like:

"You had reach you're final destination. Now, LEAVE."

It would likely mean he's giving her back in advance. Then it'll be no good to him and Persephone.

Ask Demeter about it? Like that'll happen. Who would want nagging for a lecture? What would she do? Let us hang out eating cereals all day? For the love of Seph, that will be in most high, definitely a NO.

He was now boiling out of anger. He opened his palm and created a fireball and shoots it directly at the fountain. It hits the fountain's complicated layer and explodes. Fallen debris splashed against the water and then into the marble floor. Hades was keen. He looked at it.

Water.

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"POSEIDON!" He clicked his fingers. That god in khaki-shorts and Hawaiian polo sleeves, that god he hadn't thought off. He was back at his feet and moves to the fountain and stood in front of it. One hand caresses his beard.

Poseidon, the dad of that thick oaf nephew of mine .Persephone once played with sea nymphs. She likes the sea, though she hates being soaked. Cerberus soaked me. What the worse that could happen?

He groaned. Everything seems to have something negative about it and the opposite of it.

No underwater.

Hades summoned two drachmas in his open palm and tossed it in the water. He calls for Iris; the messenger of the gods. Not like Hermes though. Hermes delivers, Iris have a mist that serves as screen and pronto you have a call. In this generation mortals called it: Video Call.

"Iris, I need to talk to Poseidon" Yes, five simple words. Now do it. He thought but at least it was polite. Iris, satisfied, did as requested.

A/N: Hades asks help to Fish-Brain!( Athena says so,that what she calls him nowadays.)I still got your interests in it. So I'll rejoice. Though, I don't ship Nico/Thalia. I read some so I made up that: ""I was just hanging out with Thalia, Dad." (Surely, that line would give a smile to those who actually ship them.)

Next: THE MOST UNCANNY RIDE for the Underworld rulers is HERE. Poseidon and SEA-FOODS that'll touché for good.