Hades looked up at the sound of Persephone's voice realizing he'd been staring at her lithe sleeping form with eyes filled with lust and blazing red fire set in his ever pale face. The room was all made of black obsidian stone and lit by a gentle glow of a fire in the other side of the room. With a wave of his hand towards the fire heat instantly bathed the room to a lovely spring day. He walked towards Persephone each step slow and deliberate. The shadows deepening around him as he approached.<br/><br/>He sat down slowly next to her on the bed lifted her hand in his and lightly kissed it, "I am lord Hades of the Underworld. God of the Underworld and it's denizen," he said in a soft voice trailing kisses up her arm. Each kiss would send a light tingle of energy up her arm. His movements were bold and demanding, yet his lips were feather light against her skin. His eyes snapping up to meet her gaze after every kiss.