Summary: A more modern version of the Persephone and Hades love story. All the characters are still gods and goddesses, just with a few modern tweaks.

I am writing another story currently. On that one, I said that I didn't have a set schedule for updating. That applies to this story, I'll get to it when I get to it. I could go on a spree and post a few days in a row or go two weeks before updating. It just depends on my schedule. I'll update this and have the first chapter up within 24 hours.

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Hades POV

Walking through the white halls of Mt. Olympus is like staring directly at the sun. The fact that I live underground where there is no sunlight causes my visits to the mortal world less than pleasant.

I have to stop myself from cringing when my brother greats me, pulling me into a hug. "Hades! How have you been, my brother? How's the Underworld?"

Resisting to roll my eyes, I give him a gruff reply of 'fine' before finding my assumed seat. I don't go to these stuffy meetings very often, but when I do, I prefer to not speak to anyone. I never understand why my brother decides to have these meetings. It seems that the whole time, everyone is trying to outdo each other. The goddesses attempt to flaunt the beauty in front of others by wearing too much makeup and not enough clothes. The Gods and their amazing riches and insane wealth.

Mt. Olympus is not what it was so many years ago. Many electronics and machines that were made by mortals are scattered about the world of gods and goddesses. Togas were replaced by pants, shirts, skirts, dresses, and many other modern clothes. The gods can now blend in with society, allowing those who chose to live with the mortals. The only thing that hasn't changed over these thousands of years, is the greed and obliviousness still prevalent in society. Even in the gods, this is visible.

For the rest of the evening, I keep to myself. Listening to my brother talk about how prosperous he is while glaring at anyone who attempts to talk with me. Many assume that because of my cold stares and harsh demeanor, that I'm jealous that my younger brother was declared God of the gods, while I, the oldest, named God of the dead. I'm not jealous though, the Underworld isn't as many people picture it. Even in today's world of the 21st century, mortals assume that it is filled with pain and cries of the dead. Tartarus could be like that, but my kingdom itself was beautiful.

Sunlight manages to seep through the Earth's surface, giving light during the day. It isn't as bright as you would be on mortal land but it is very similar. At night, diamonds and rubies replaced the stars. The minerals of the earth shining down above my palace. My home was colored in grays, blacks, and charcoals. Furnished with many darker colors like purples and reds.

Sitting down in my thrown, the feeling of loneliness comes over me. This isn't the first time that I've felt like this, longing for someone to keep me company. But like I have done, many times in the past, I ignore it before attending to my duties. Looking over to my right, I notice the slightly small throne sitting next to mine. Loneliness sweeps through me again as I imagine someone sitting there beside me, me leaning over to whisper in their ear, to kiss their cheek, to be able to grab their hand in mine. My bed filled with some else beside me, smiling at me in the morning.

But that throne, my bed, will forever be empty, for who could ever love Hades, King of the Underworld, the God of death.

I know that this is a short one, but the rest of the chapters will be longer. I just use the first chapter to kind of set up the story a little bit before I dive right into it. Hopefully, you like it!

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