Thanatos never considered himself to be overly friendly with any other deity of the Underworld. Sure, there were others he could have easily confided in. He respected his king, Hades, and would give his life to protect him, but he didn't bother him with any issues he had on his mind besides those that would interfere with his duties. There was also Hecate who Thanatos did talk to on occasion, though she and him did not see eye to eye on certain things. Besides, she was busy cooking up potions and going haunting with her Lampad nymphs. They were certainly easy on the eyes, though. Thanatos had tried to flirt with some of them, only to be chased off by Hecate. The sight of her angry amused him but also terrified him. He did not forget he had numerous brothers and sisters that resided in the Underworld he could talk to, his mother, too. But they weren't friends, they were family. He wanted friendship with someone not because he was obligated to talk to them, but because they valued him and wanted to talk with him as well. Eventually he decided that no one really wanted to befriend Death. He certainly wouldn't.

Just as he was becoming content with living without what he desired, she came.

Persephone. The spring goddess was a surprise to all of them when word got around that Hades was infatuated with her. There was even more surprise when she became queen of the Underworld. But Thanatos had no complaints. She was very kind to everyone. In a world of darkness, she was a beacon of light.

When the deal with Demeter was struck and she spent her first six months in the Underworld, she stuck to Hades' side, scared to mingle with anyone else. Thanatos could not blame her. She was full of life and everywhere she went there was a hint of death.

Then one day she approached him. It was after he had just got back from gathering souls from a brutal war. Seeing all the bloodshed didn't influence him after all the time he'd been doing it, but she thought different. He bowed to her when she got close and she blushed, still not used to being a queen. She asked him about his wellbeing. This threw him off as no one had ever really taken an interest in what he felt after performing is duties. He reassured her he was just fine.

From then on out, she checked up on him from time to time. Sometimes she just wanted to hear about his day, other times she wanted to learn from him. She wanted to know about what he did and. Life was interested in Death. He couldn't believe it. Every time she asked, he would always answer, being careful about what details he shared and what he spared. He did not want to scar her. Afterwards, she would always thank him and

There was one time in particular he had got back from a war that pretty much wiped out half of a city's population. The death toll was very high. He reported that information to Hades. Hades thanked him and dismissed him. He was on his way out of the throne room when he heard soft footsteps behind him. It was his queen. He turned around immediately to greet her only for her to leap into his arms and start sobbing. She told him she was sorry. She was sorry he had to endure all of that death, all of that hopelessness.

Thanatos felt something stir in him. She genuinely cared. She wasn't just playing the part of queen. She cared about his feelings. He lightly returned the hug, quietly reassuring her she shouldn't worry about him. Then she smiled. He found the missing piece. Not just a friendship but a deep connection between him and another person. She made him feel like a burden was lifted off his shoulders. He silently thanked the Fates that his king had found a queen like her. He had no complaints in faithfully serving her.