Hades ascended in his war chariot to confront her, wreathed in shadows and flame, pulled by dark horses. The dryads of the poplar and willow trees fled before him, and the grasses shriveled to ash under obsidian hooves.
“BRIGHT LADY. I OFFER A THRONE. A KINGDOM. A CROWN. DESCEND WITH ME. RULE OVER THE HALLS OF THE DEAD”
His voice echoed with centuries of stone, his eyes bright with black flames.
Persephone eyed the tall and terrible Lord thoughtfully. “You’re scorching my violets.”
— The Illustrated Hades and Persephone, Megan C. Lloyd