You know what I love most about Mythology?
Everyone just assumes Hades is a badass.
Hades isn’t a badass.
Hades named his three-headed-guard-of-the-underworld-dog that looks like it can chew your head leg and arm off instantaneously - spot. He called his dog spot! (Not joking look it up,“Cerberus” is a Latinised version of the Greek Kerberos, from a Proto-Indo-European word *ḱerberos, meaning “spotted”. Literally I laughed myself senseless.)
Hades whispers to his flowers to make them grow.
Hades grows fruit, there is no sun in the underworld.
Let’s be honest the guy probably double knots his laces and cries when there are no more ice cream tubs left in the freezer after a tough day of dealing with Zeus and Poseidon.
Persephone however, that so called frail little thing that he “kidnapped” ? Yeah, about that. She’s another case all together. When Hermes went to the Underworld he expected to find a scared little girl. Instead he found a thriving Queen.
No like literally she would fight anyone who said anything bad or that hurt Hade’s feelings. She’d probably pet his head and constantly reassured him he was a fantastic King of the Underworld, and that he was totally scary and all that shit - while she glared at anyone who dared think differently, telling them to meet her in the pit.
That girl didn’t want to be another Maiden in the field. She knew exactly what she was doing when she ate those seeds.
She wanted a Kingdom, and that’s what she got.
If that isn’t life goals , then I don’t know what is.