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A/N: Next part of the series, the next part is the real winner but this one is a close second ;)

* You study the pomegranate seeds nestled in the pulpy white flesh of the outermost skin. Cut in four equal sections.

* It’s not the only thing.

* The table is filled with food: Pita Bread and hummus, olive and feta skewers, baklava, and assorted cut fruit.

* On your right are three drinks—what appears to be a red juice, a glass of water, and an amber colored liquid (that you assume is alcohol), all in matching crystal glasses.

* ‘Wow, three drinks, this feels like the height of luxury.’

* You take a tentative sip from the gold colored cup, expecting the bitter taste of alcohol, instead it’s a sweet flavor.

* ‘It tastes like the best chocolate chip cookie in all of New York.’

* You’re about to go in for another sip when the cup is pulled away.

* “I think that’s enough. If you drink too much—”

* ‘I’ll get drunk.’

* “—your bones will melt and you’ll catch on fire.”

* ‘That escalated quickly.’

* “Nectar is fine for gods, it mostly just makes them act like morons if they have too much, but for a Godling, unless you’re on the brink of death, you should only have a little at a time.” You nod, eyeing the cup. It was tasty though.

* You eat in silence for the most part, nibbling on a piece of bread as Cerberus snores at your feet.

* You’re not really sure what kind of conversation starters are best for ten thousand year old grandpas.

* “Is my dad going to be okay?” Hades looks up from the piece of bread he was buttering.

* “Yes.”

* A sigh of relief whistles past your lips, and you feel embarrassed at the emotion you show, but Hades doesn’t let you feel embarrassed for too long, giving you a warm smile.

* “I’m glad.” If he hadn’t spent so long protecting you, maybe he wouldn’t have been tired enough to get hurt like that.

* “You shouldn't shoulder any blame,” Hades says, likely picking up on your emotions. “The blame is solely on my idiot son.” You’d gape if you didn’t have a bite of hummus in your mouth. “Zagreus has both the powers of life and death, which allows him to leave the underworld freer than most inhabitants, but if he doesn’t come back for long periods of time his powers begin to weaken.”

* “He was stretched too thin.” So in the end this is your fault in a way.

* ‘If he had just told me, I would have left everything to come with him…but maybe that’s part of the problem too.’

* “It was his own fault for going down there on his own, even after he knew he was weaker.” Hades grumbles, aggressively biting into a piece of baklava.

* “What could hurt a god like that?” The injury was like nothing you’d ever seen, even in Peresphone’s garden, the way the wounds would close only to rip open once more.

* Hades mouth purses into a straight line.

* “There are…beings older than the gods.”

* “Titans?” You ask and he nods.

* “Some of them walk freely among us, Helios for example who defected early in the war or Hecate who goes where she pleases, most are held prisoner in the mortal realm, but one single titan is held prisoner here in the Underworld.”

* “Kronos?” So all that stuff about Tartarus is real?

* “Most people think Tartarus is just a large abyss, deep within the earth, but in reality it is an alternate dimension.”

* You feel goosebumps rise on your arms and legs, a memory from another life triggering.

* “A void universe?” You supply and again, Hades nods.

* “While there may be planets and galaxies, it is a universe completely devoid of life. The portal to Tartarus itself is encased in a time anomaly.”

* What could be more secure?

* “Once every ten years or so, the time anomaly needs to be stabilized, otherwise it may swallow this universe as well. I usually leave the task to your father.”

* “But something went wrong.” You can picture it, a crack in a swirling purple vortex, a hand clawing out, large fingers the size of your body stained with ichor.

* “I give him a hard time, but the boy did manage to close up the portal before Kronos could escape, overall you could call it a success.”

* You can’t get the mental image of your fathers blood on that hand, the color of space studded with stars.

* If your tears, the tears of Demi-god, are enough to heal an actual god, what must your father’s blood be capable of?

* You feel Hades hand ruffle your hair. The gesture is awkward, but you can feel his affection.

* “It’s all over now.” He reassures you. After the meal has been devoured he leads you to a room at the end of a long hallway, on the way you see doors with the nameplates “Makiara”, “Melinoe”, and “Zagreus”, and at the end when you stand in front of a large white door, there etched on a gold nameplate is your name.

* It’s nothing fancy, in direct contrast to the cabin he gave you, it’s mostly clean white; a white duvet, a white bookshelf and arm chair against a large window with a small book. The only burst of color are the hydrangeas.

* There must be thousands of blue hydrangeas in this room. Tucked in vases, hung over your bed, all along the ceiling.

* “I’ll give you a moment alone, there’s fresh clothes in the dresser as well.” Hades hesitates by the door, a sleepy Cereberus budging past him so he can sleep on the rug by your feet. “If you need anything let me know.”

* And then you’re alone.

* It’s almost shameful how luxurious the bathtub feels, as well as how long you spend soaking your body and scrubbing out every inch of dirt.

* The same shame fills you when you go to the dresser seeing at least ten outfits, all different styles, finally settling on a sapphire blue chiton with gold embroidery. You sit in the plush white arm chair, your gaze roaming over mountains embedded with crystals, rolling hills, and lush green trees.

* You can picture it well, an entirely different kind of life here.

* You’d spend the first few days with Hades, following him to work like a puppy, maybe even providing some useful insight every so often. Then your father would wake up, and start clumsily performing his job—only to be scolded back into resting. You’d follow him then, his steady hand guiding your budding powers. In the fall Persephone would come down, scolding you all about her unkept home, Makiara would join from time to time bringing gossip about the mortal world.

* Days with so much warmth you would never feel an ache for the life you left behind.

* You feel Cereberus nudge your hand with his nose.

* ‘But there are people waiting for me up there.’

* You smile as you pat his head, wrapping your arms around him to give him one final hug.

* “It’s time for me to go.”

* You walk into the living room, passing by your fathers room, a fleeting touch on his door as you reassure yourself you’ll see him soon, to see Hades holding up your jacket.

* ‘Oh shit I totally forgot about that.’

* “S-sorry, I ended up having to barter with Circe for the potion—”

* ‘Even though it was a massive failure and it didn’t work.’

* “—she gave back the cloak but she put it in my jacket.” You’re about to offer him the jacket, hoping your dad will forgive you for taking it without his permission and then losing it as well considering all you’ve been through. When Hades grins.

* “Circes got quite good at stitching. When we met a few hundred years ago, you should see the himation she made for me for my birthday.”

* “You’re not mad?” He tilts his head to the side.

* “Why would I be mad? It’s yours now, you’re allowed to do what you want with it.” And then he presses the enamel pin on the collar, watching as it becomes Invisible before taping again to make it appear. “How could I ever be mad at such ingenuity, should we call Circe and ask her to make a few hundred of these?”

* “A few hundred!?” How many of these cloaks does he have laying around?

* “Yes I suppose Zeus would be angry at the sudden influx of invisibility jackets in the market.” He hums.

* When you tell him you need to leave he only nods.

* “Let me make a call and leave a note for your father so he doesn’t go on a tantrum when he wakes up.” Hades sighs in the way only someone with firsthand experience can.

* You expect he’ll lead you to the exit but instead he walks in front of you, you mount your broom and float beside him.

* “That’s an interesting weapon of choice.” He remarks.

* “It’s new.” He gives an approving nod.

* “I’ll see if Hecate is free sometime to teach you a few spells.”

* You’d rather be taught by Circe, it feels like betrayal ditching her for an older teacher. Hades again, must sense your thoughts.

* “If you’d rather learn from Circe I’m sure Hermes or Iris would be happy to deliver any letters you have.”

* The pathway up is short and steep, and most of the lengthy journey is filled with an alternative greek history from Hades.

* “What would you like to talk about?” He asks.

* “Can you tell me…did we get it right in the mortal realm?”

* “…maybe about 60%.”

* Kronos did swallow his children, that much is true.

* “Only Poseidon and I, however, I’m the older of the two of us.”

* Despite what the Greeks thought, Hera, Demeter, and Hestia were created but the titan Métis, crafted from earth, flame, and stars respectively.

* “We were not, as they suspected, all siblings, though to them we must have looked similar enough.”

* After Zeus freed them from Kronos there was a long war, only won after a great sacrifice.

* “Métis…was a fertility goddess, and was swallowed by Zeus to defeat our father.”

* The very idea appalls you.

* “But then…I heard Hera is a fertility goddess too?” His eyes flicker to you, a hard expression crossing his face.

* “That is what Zeus likes to say.”

* You can’t imagine what it’s like to marry the man who swallowed your mother whole.

* ‘Did she love him that much?’

* “Truth to be told child, it’s unfortunate that you share their power.” He murmurs. “I’ve never once seen a fertility god live a happy life.”

* He looks so sad as he walks ahead.

* “I don’t know, I think Persephone and my dad are pretty happy though.”

* A warm smile arch’s onto his mouth, one that reaches his eyes.

* “Yes, I suppose they are.”

* As you near, you see two large bronze doors, both guilder in gold and marble. And beside it you see a tree.

* “Why do you pomegranate trees all the way up here?”

* ‘Is it a snack for travelers, that’s awfully kind of him.’

* Your hand reaches for the ripe fruit instinctively, but Hades stops you. Panic and shock in his eyes, before returning to a neutral expression.

* “Not all food in the underworld is safe.”

* You stand in front of the door, one hand curled around your staff and the other balled into a fist.

* “There will be someone to greet you on the other side,” he promises. “They’ll be able to instruct you on your powers better than I can.”

* He fidgets, hesitating for a moment before meeting your eyes.

* “I heard what you said…how if Zagreus were to leave you’d be completely alone.” The last part leaves in a whisper, and you feel best rush to your face.

* ‘He heard that? That’s so embarrassing, he’s probably going to lecture me about weakness.’

* “I want you to know that as long as I am here—.”

* Your face is held between his hands, tenderly squeezed as warm eyes look down on you.

* “For as long as I am alive, you will always be regarded as a child of the underworld.”

* You feel tears sting at the corner of your eyes.

* “You will never be alone.” He promises, pressing a kiss to your forehead, tears that slide down your cheeks as the doors open, as you’re passed from one grandparents arms to another.

* Persephone’s long hair tickling your face as she holds you against her pillowy chest.

* “There, there, you’ve been through so much haven’t you?” She coos, brushing the tears away with her thumbs. She strokes your hair back, looking at you with such kind eyes.

* She’s adorned in a white skirt and top, guiding you to a picnic blanket where there’s a lavish spread: any type of bagel you can imagine filled with cream cheese, assorted croissants and pastries, and a handful of sandwiches, not to mention a dozen different drinks.

* ‘This family’s love language is really food huh?’

* Unlike Hades, Persephone makes no move to keep any distance from you, feeding you pastries herself, a satisfied smile with each bite.

* “I’m sure this must be a lot for you, I remember my own confusion with my powers, as well as—well maybe your whole life.”

* She’s not wrong, you’ve resigned yourself to a constant state of confusion.

* “Your powers will start to manifest slowly, and then all at once.” She tells you. “For now…it’s best if you use them with great restraint.”

* ‘She wants me to keep them a secret.’

* There’s a nervous flicker to her gaze.

* ‘Because the gods are always watching.’

* “There’s a prophecy, and Zeus thinks it might be about you.” She softens the blow by bringing a danish to your lips. “We’ll have to be careful moving forward…”

* You can see it, the tactful eye Makiara and your father had both admonished, flickering as if sifting through every possible reality.

* ‘No one will admit it, but ambition has its place.’

* There’s a reason that Persephone hasn’t been swallowed whole, or that your father is allowed to roam the world without restriction.

* She grasps your hand in both of hers.

* “Come find me in spring, when the flowers in Central Park begin to bloom.” Her eyes move to the horizon, and you see in the distance two familiar hills, the first is small, and then a much taller one behind it.

* “For now, it seems that there’s some people waiting for you.”

* Before you go she pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your hair.

* “Thank you for saving my son.” She whispers, kisses placed on both of your cheeks as you begin the final stretch of your journey.

* She watches you as you climb up the first hill, what seemed so difficult only a few weeks ago now feels like jogging to the corner of the street, she’s still there when you reach the top of the second mountain, waving as you cross the tree line into camp.

* The usual camp nonsense is happening when you get there.

* “You have to hold your weapon like this?”

* “ —and then he had the guts to tell me I’m not good enough for him.”

* “ —should have seen the look of his face.”

* All of it comes to a stop when someone shouts:

* “(Y/N)’s back!”

* It sounds like a stampede is coming towards you, about thirty children, but at the front of the stampede are three familiar faces. Clarisse has a wild look in her eyes, Annabeth resting on her shoulders, and Luke close on their heels. They practically tackle you to the ground.

* “Where were you!” Clarisse shouts

* “Did you know how worried we were?” Annabeth shrieks, shaking your shoulders.

* “They don’t have messengers in the Underworld? I know for a fact my dad’s there all the time trying to flirt with Hecate!” Luke screams.

* You only laugh as they bring you into a bone crushing hug.

* In the distance Dionysus watches, a hand clasping a tree for support, all the strength gone from his legs.

* “They came back…they all came back!” He watches with a stunned breath as tears prickle in the corner of his eyes.

* “They all came back this time.”

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