Although people go about their day as they always do, in the midst of the hustle and bustle, another world lives within it unseen. It's the Afterlife; the place people go to once their time in the Mortal Realm is done. Kyra Averell works in the Afterlife as a Reaper. She's been there since the beginning of time and has guided people into the next plane of existence. For centuries, she's worked with the Greek underworld system and Summoned the people on the List (provided by Hades himself) - the believers of Greek myths, Gods and legends. And for centuries the world's stayed in balance as souls moved on, without a hitch (mostly.) That's until the name of Mason Greenwood appears on her List.
Thinking nothing of it, Kyra does her job as she's always had, but then a discovery is made - the Summoned Mason is not the correct one. He's a mistake, and this simple error tips the delicate scales on which the world sits. As Kyra's unable to restore his soul back into his body, it being beyond the limits of her powers, Hade's instructs her to await his return, while he deals with his temper-tantrum throwing brother Zeus in Olympus.
Reluctantly (not that she had much of a choice), Kyra is relieved from her duties as a Reaper and has to take care of Mason while keeping their mistake under wraps. And although all beings in the Afterlife follow the rules of cosmos, the beauty of humanity is, it doesn't. Humans are impulsive (sometimes more than Gods), and Mason pulls Kyra into his scheme of finding out the truth themselves.
Together they'll travel through the Afterlife, meet Gods and nymphs and Titans, and maybe, after millions of years of Summoning souls and bringing them into the Afterlife, Kyra Averell, the embodiment of death, just might figure out what it is to truly live and be human.
Persephone has already been kidnapped by Hades, her unwanted and unexpected suitor. Demeter has already cast a famine on all the humans in her grief. Hades struggles to win Persephone over...but perhaps Persephone has always been meant to be with him, and she wasn't an innocent as she was thought she was... Moderate explicit parts. *not finished*
"Look, Persephone, you're a reasonable Goddess, more reasonable than most. You have to understand I was not born the Lord of the Underworld. The title was appointed to me because I was the unlucky one. My job is just as important as my brother's jobs. I wasn't selected because of my cruel ways but now because of the way people speak of me and fear me now I am the cruel one whether or not I like it. Do you honesty think it is fair that it should work that way? People take one look at me and assume I'm the devil." Persephone crouches back in her seat. I realize I am standing and seat myself, trying to calm myself. "Do you honestly think that being in charge of the dead and judging them makes me undeserving of love, of a wife? I'm doomed to be exiled down here. I don't even have the sun to keep me warm, Persephone. You're all the sun I have..."
*This story is also not meant to be factually accurate, and is simply an interpretation of the story.