What Is A King Without His Queen? || Hades || OPEN
Hades shoved everything off a nearby table before kicking it to the ground, his hair a bright blue blaze before the entire upper half of him caught fire as well. He exploded in anger and frustration, destroying everything in his path, until a small photograph caught his eye.
The one thing those bastards of Auradon had left him to make his torture even worse.
Hades picked up the broken frame off the floor and his flames soon calmed as he stared at the face of his beloved wife.
“Persephone...” He breathed her name like a prayer, pressing his forehead to the broken glass. When he was transported to the Isle of the Lost, he’d left Persephone behind and he was unable to return to the Underworld to be with her. He desperately wanted to return to her, but while he was still trapped in this measly form his Auradon captors has put him in, there was no way he could be in her arms again.
Sadly, his solace was soon interrupted when he sensed someone enter the room with him.
“What do you want?” He snarled out angrily.
