The kinda scandalous story of winter and spring Well, to be honest this story includes summer and autumn as well, but I think spring represents the bountiful and mild days of life and winter is barren and cold. Which fits this particular couple. Lets start by saying that Hades was not a happy camper down in the underworld. I mean, technically I have never heard any complaints, but most people just assume... So, anyway, Hades is hanging out on the wrong side of the River Styx and finding it quite lonely. There's not much down there except souls and the three headed dog, Cerberus, which for all intents and purposes isn't helping much.
Brooding and dark H gives up hope and spends most of his time smoking watching the dead and the living in turn. Time doesn't really have much to do with the underworld. By this time, we are still BC, but yet Hades has already decided that bell bottoms are not a good idea.
As he is lacklusterly back stroking in the river, he looks up and sees a beautiful girl running throuh the field in the distance. She is enjoying the fields of grain on her fingertips and the rocky earth benieth her feat. Even from so far away, Hades could see the vibrance in her eyes. She was truly alive and a free spirit. The opposite of everything he had to live with each day. H tried to get her off his mind. He spent most of his time filling his pain with words as he wrote chapter after chapter of his novel. No matter what he did, it seemed like she was every where he looked. His ceiling, which showed every corner of the earth, would not let him escape her.
H longed for the day when she would die and her eyes would lose their exuberance and she would be another lifeless soul swimming in eternity. Decades passed and her youth was untouched. Finally, Hades recognized how the grain lovingly bent toward her and how the pebbles kissed her feet. It was a mother's touch and he knew that the earth's bounty was hers. She was Persephone , the daughter of Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest.
She would torment him for eternity- always out of reach. Hades heart broke and with it so did the ceiling. The earth opened a great chasm beneath the girl's feet. She tumbled down with surprise. I guess that's how you really make a gal fall for a guy.
"Where am I?" the girl asked.
"the underworld." a tentative Hades replied.
She shivered and looked at her surroundings puzzled.
"Its so cold down here...."
Hades offered her some food, but she couldn't stomach it. Persephone looked sadly at the barren wastland. Where were the things she loved?
Day in and day out it was dark and cavernous for P. H was terse and seemed dark. Sometimes he would stare at her intensely and then rush at her and grab her, but she would struggle and he would put her down, confused. He hadn't had much interaction with women, she assumed. He was rough and blunt and not empathetic at all. P couldn't believe she was stuck in this pit.
Meanwhile, Demeter was besought with grief. She let the fields turn to ash and the trees go barren. The earth grew cold and snow fell. One day when she though all was lost she met a sheep herder who had seen the canyon form and swallow little P.
D got all momma bear and stormed the underworld. She was ready to call in the Gods from Olympus when H reluctantly granted P safe pardon to the land above. P glanced hesitantly back at the poor souls below and the tortured God with his deep black eyes and wavy hair. He was tall and strong, but carried a weight and she longed to....
As they parted, she took a few of the pomegranate seeds from the banquet table and put them in her mouth.
Hades saw this with shock; She must know by now that once one eats the food of the underworld, one must stay.
P was bound by two laws. The ruling of the Gods sided with mother D, but the law of the Underworld was golden. P would remain in the underworld for 6 months and spend 6 above. When she came up from the Underworld, the earth thawed and flowers bloomed with her mother's joy and when she left, her mother went cold as ice. P and H are the it couple among the dead to this day.
