Victor
Hades' imposing palace made of obsidian and shadowy hues. Its towering spires reach into the abyss, and its darkened halls serve as the seat of power to the god of the Underworld. The Citadel overlooks the River Styx, acting as a sentinel over the realm of the dead.
Roy
After all this time, the Fates never ceased to defy the expectations of even the longest lived of the gods. One moment, Lyssa was roaming by her lonesome within the Erebos Abyss, as per usual. She was made aware of the meeting between various gods and their half-blood kin, proposed by the Queen of the Underworld. However, she herself had no interest in attending, instead opting to be summoned only as a needed mediator. 

Yet, certain instigators would appear to have other plans. Chaos had erupted, and neither Zeus, nor Poseidon, where anywhere to be found. Lyssa was struck with the chord of madness of agonized gods and demigods alike the moment the attack was held, and regretted not being able to act sooner. Another regret, chalked up to the many she had in the past. 

Now was not the time for lamentation, however. Now was only the time to act while they still could. The goddess rushed through the halls of the ancient Citadel, sensing the faint presence of the one she sought after close by. 

"Persephone!"

A hoarse voice cried out, booming echoes against the draped, obsidian walls. 

"QUEEN PERSEPHONE! WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Luke
*"Persephone!"*

Persephone's eyes opened to the dark fabric she had known all too well, her fingertips curling within the sheets and stirring with sounds of content nature, until- A sharp pain made her freeze entirely. A cough brought blood forth from her lungs and it all came rushing back with the force of Poseidon's seas. "Hades." She whispered into the darkness for her love, but she could feel it. His power was a suffocating force amongst the Underworld, an answer. He knew. He knew and he would cast a vengeance upon all those who dared test his unending love for his flower. 

*"Queen Persephone! Where are you?"* 
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Slowly, painfully, Persephone rose from the bed and made her way to the doors that stood open. A pale and broken frame against the shadows that danced and whirled on their way to wherever Hades directed them. "Lyssa, darling, why all the shouting." A sweetened attempt at a joke but her frame soon crumbled into a hacking mess. Droplets of blood scattering along the floor. 

"'Tis but a scratch..." Her fingertips had already begun returning to the Immortal that she had once been. Her hand glowing while her arm stood in contrast as she raised it. "See? No harm done, no need to worry for your Queen." Yet fear ran rampant within Persephone's thoughts. To have her immortality taken away so easily. What was that? 
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