The faint cries of the dead were suddenly overtaken by a barely audible voice, humming a wordless tune. A hauntingly familiar melody that made every man in the crew lift his head and listen.
The underworld is cold and gray. The isle of Aeaea, in contrast, is bright and sun-drenched. And Hades finds himself drawn to this living sun, unafraid of being burned to ashes.
An AU where Persephone does not exist and Hades remains unmarried.
❤️ “The last person who should understand you… does.” — Connection between unlikely characters.