#tartaus

[tidalance]

okay but will Rick Riordan actually give us a side-story about Nico di Angelo is Tartarus

[god-of-thee-underworld-blog]

Persephone & Hades | Slumber

Hades awoke that dreadful morning by the sound of a knock. He groaned quietly before running a hand through his locks of brown with a hint of golden hair. Being the King of the Underworld was a big job, or at least that's what Hades thought. He then heard another knock, this one sounding impatient and rather irritating. Hades let out a big moan, which came out in an angry manner. Ever since becoming King of the Underworld he had taken Persephone to be his wife, though she was a catch. She intrigued him in more ways than one, not just by the fact that she was immune to his charm but that she would often sneak bread and water to the prisoners. That really made Hades blood boil. Taking the matter back into Hades bedroom, he rose to his feet, his chest bare as well as the rest of him. He grabbed the sheet off of his bed in one quick sweep of his wrist and wrapped it around his waist. He then began to make his way across his bedroom to the door. Gripping the doorknob with tight muscular fingers he pried the door open. Only be amazed by finding Persephone at his threshold. He plastered a cocky, yet sarcastic smile as if he was happy to see her.

"Persephone." He gave her voice a ringing of tenseness in it as he spoke. His lips pursing back together as he closed his voice and let his eyes trail onto her. Being the daughter of Zeus made Hades want to hate her, but little did he find that he had grown accustom to her the longer she had been with him. She had scarlet locks that fell to her shoulders, almost the same color as blood. Red. This was one of the many colors Hades had found a liking to. "Come." He gestured opening the door fully open, giving her petite body a small check over, for two reasons. To see if she bared weapons of such and the second reason was to simply irritate her. She knew when he would look over her body, and it was upset her. Which made him want to do it even more. Hades left the door open while holding onto the sheet that was wrapped around his waist with one, taking a few steps towards her. Though he felt vengeance, he also felt an attraction. “Do tell me why you chose to disturb my slumber?” He said in a mimic voice tilting his head slightly to the right.