• A month after Persephone visted the Underworld, she still felt a bit homesick, but still comfortable. Hades melted into the shadows and reappeared in his room wearing a plain white shirt and black jeans. He pulled out a small book with a pen attached; a journal perhaps? He scribbled in vermillion ink, "I, Hades, God of the Dead, might have fallen......head-over-heels. Zeus already knows; he's doesn't believe it. Demeter probably knows; she doesn't want to believe it. Persephone, the one I've fallen for, doesn't know; I think she might want go with what Demeter thinks after I tell her......if I tell her, that is. I might be able to ask her on a date; I hope something doesn't go wrong.....again." He put away the pen and journal back where he found it and called in Panic.

    Within ten minutes, Panic zipped into Hades's chamber. "Yes, Milord Hades?" She said in a way only a loyal maidservant could. "Deliver this message to Persephone: Meet me in front of the palace garden maze tomorrow at eight-thirty; dress however you want." She replied with a smirk as she exited with a bit of a sly strut, "Oh, I see where this is headed~. You like her, don't you Master Hades? Well, tell me and Pain after your little date, okay~? Hope you two lovebirds have fun~."

    Hades blushed at the though of him and Persephone laughing, joking, and chatting together as if they had known each other for two and a half eternities. I really hope this works......and I hope she feels the same, or I don't know what I'll do.....! The King of the Dead thought nervously as he shuffled to his closet to decide what to wear for tomorrow's "event".

    As for Persephone, when she recieved the message, she happened to be just as flustered. When Panic left, she listened outside Seph's door to hear her reaction. "What if I m-make a-a-a bad impression?? What if my outfit's not right? Bad breath? Something stuck in my teeth? I m-m-might trip and fall right in front of him??! What should I d-do?" She lamented as Panic rolled her eyes as she overheard this. Whoa, this chick needs help.....wait! I know why she's acting like this~......She's obviously.......in love.......Oooh, wait'll I tell Master Hades~!

    MEANWHILE.......

    Menthe, a nymph with short shoulder length blond locks and forest green eyes, sat picking flowers while thinking about getting a certain God of the Dead. "No way......that little witch Sephie......is gonna get him.......no way ever." She muttered to herself coldly as she threw her already mangled bouquet of daisies and hyacinths to the earth. How come Seph gets a God? I only have three 26-year-olds, one teen, and four pitiful worthless demi-gods! And who does she get? The God of the Dead, for Atlas's sake! I'll show her......how does it feel to be turned against by one of your own Persephone....?!?