Hades and Persephone

Hades: The story the world knows today is only a fraction of our truth. I took her, yes. I schemed and deceived to keep her. I loved her wholly and completely. She loved me. Lore tells the tale of an eternity of love, and it's not wrong. Betrayed in the worst way, my wife was stolen from me. The Underworld suffers in her absence. I suffer. Now she is back. Just in time for an Olympian war. The clock is ticking. Her human body makes her vulnerable to vengeful Gods. I must find a way to possess her heart so that I may protect her eternal soul. But the more time I spend with her, the more I come to think there is a darker truth to the story of our past. More to the story of her end. For there are some secrets that are worth killing for.

Persephone: Since as far back as I can remember, I've heard a voice in my mind. A man's voice. The doctors threatened a personality disorder while my parents eyed me with horror. I learned to hide the voice, to fit in. For years, I've kept the secret of the man who screams my name from everyone in my life. With a name like Persephone, it's no surprise I'm attracted to Greek lore, or to a career in unearthing the secrets of an ancient past. It's because of this attraction that I'm on my way to Greece now. Or am I chasing a voice only I can hear across the globe?

Contains mature themes.