Persephone shuddered as he stormed out of the room, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. She didn't want to stay here. She couldn't survive here! No sunlight, no plants, no Demeter to hold her as she cried. It was literally Hell. She curled up in a fetal position as best she could with the chains around her arms, one forced to stick outwards as she tucked the other one close. She feared Lord Hades. He was volatile and savage, refusing so abruptly to let her go back to her mother. What had she done to him to offend him so? Why did he want her here?<br/><br/>Without Persephone realizing, small cracks formed in the floor, out of them growing deadly nightshade and hemlock, plants that often grew when she or her mother were upset like this. Were she happy, flowers would grow, but she was far from content. By the time Hades returned, the room looked like it had been abandoned with how much deadly plants formed out of thin air. Persephone's body grew tight when she felt the bed shift slightly by his weight. "Please..." she whispered, not looking him in the eye. Suddenly, an idea struck her. "My... my mother is a good friend of Lord Zeus. When she finds out what you've done, she will tell Zeus, and he will destroy you!" Surely, no one, not even one with a death wish would go up against Lord Zeus! Well, perhaps his brothers could go against him, but Hades wasn't his brother, right?...Right?<br/><br/>Persephone really should have looked up who Zeus was related to...