Hades and Persephone

There was nothing but complete silence, saved for the sounds of water occasionally dripping from the stones and the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed in the deep, dark isolated realm. Mew kept walking back and forth before he finally stopped; his eyes caught the sight of his own reflection on the surface of the calm pitch black water ; his expression was so indifferent, an expression permanently etched on his face which suits him as the ruler of the Underworld.

He, mostly known as Hades, was the God of the Underworld. He was the ruler of the dead.

Despite seeing his own reflection on the water surface, his head was filled with the image of a certain Flower Prince, which no other than the son of his very own brother, Zeus, the God of the Sky. Mew closed his eyes, admiring the beauty of the Flower Prince that had been deeply ingrained in his mind. The way the young Prince's eyelashes fluttered whenever he blinks, the deep brown eyes staring softly at a stalk of red rose he dearly grown and the way the pair of luscious pink lips twitched into a smile whenever the flowers he had put his efforts on grew beautifully; at that fated moment when Mew decided to visit the world above, he never regretted it for he instantly fell in love with the Flower Prince, Prince Gulf.

A frighteningly loud boom was heard but Mew barely even flinched. He turned around to see a familiar face greeted him with a mischievous smirk etched on it.

"How have you been, my dear brother?" Zeus greeted the other.

"Empty but alas, still living." Mew replied, seemingly uninterested in everything. Zeus hummed before walking nearer to his brother and playfully placing his forearm on Mew's shoulder.

"Forget about my son, Mew. You won't get near to him, not when that fierce, overprotective bride of mine is there to protect him. Even I, as his husband am still worrying about being killed in her hands." Zeus chuckled. Mew smirked. Oh, he knows Demeter too well. The Ruler of the Earth is a beautiful woman, but a feisty one at that. He knew how protective Demeter is when her innocent, virgin son is in question. Even Apollo, the ruler of the Sun and Hermes, the God of Trade failed to woo the young prince. Well, they didn't even get to come close to the prince when Demeter was there as the first line defense.

Mew let out a deep sigh.

"Is there no ways to coax your wife into letting me marrying your prince?" Mew exasperatedly asked. Zeus could only offer his brother a sympathetic smile.

Mew, despite being the ruler of the Underworld, was never an evil soul. It was his fate to end up in the Underworld realm. Mew is a strict yet passive person. He only did what he needs to do, keeping the souls of the dead and keeping balance of the unknown world beneath the earth. He was never a person with abounding ridiculous wants and it puzzled Zeus to no end when Mew voiced his utmost desire to marry his son.

"There's a way..." Zeus finally said.

"How?" Mew asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Zeus's black orbs met Mew's.

"You need to kidnap Gulf."

If not for the serious expression etched on Zeus's face, Mew would've thought his brother was joking. Well, ironically, the situation just proved that Zeus has finally lost his sanity.

"You're suggesting that I should kidnap your OWN son?" Mew emphasized on the word 'own' as to make his point. He snorted in disbelief.

Yes, there's no doubt that Zeus has finally lost it.

"That's the only way if you really want him..." Zeus shrugged, pausing before a smirk creeping up his face, "...and perhaps I can pitch in some help." Zeus wiggled his eyebrows.

Mew eyed his brother skeptically. He paused, biting his lower lip as he weighed up his decision.

"What's your plan?"