http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Ffc05.deviantart.net%2Ffs71%2Ff%2F2013%2F157%2F2%2F2%2Fpersephone_before_and_after_by_ladyilona1984-d682csw.jpg&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.deviantart.com%2Fmorelikethis%2Fartists%2F374143732%3Fview_mode%3D2&h=643&w=901&tbnid=AuXXNvkPrQ6A0M%3A&zoom=1&docid=oVHUVbWZ0KcROM&ei=pJkzU9iIAaXu2QXm6YDgDg&tbm=isch&ved=0CFEQhBwwGDisAg&iact=rc&dur=1679&page=16&start=308&ndsp=22<br/>The one on the Right but with darker hair, more Mediteranean.<br/><br/>Kore was never happy with her lot in her immortality.  She was powerful... a daughter of Zeus, and yet the only thing which interested her was the fragility of plant life... the cycles of the seasons.  With her favor, though, swayed the rise or fall of the empires of man... this made her a chip in the power games of the immortals.  So Zeus had traded her off to Hades for arcane dealings probably neither could even remember anymore, it had been so many centuries ago.  Persephone had done her duty, though.<br/><br/>Dressed in deep red robes with bead work around her head and her dark hair bound into a braid, her legs were enfolded underneath herself as she sat.  Her eyes closed as she allowed her senses to encompass the elements of soft earth and any form of plantlife around her.  As her expected friend arrrived, she waved the white robed Faithful servents whom were quietly waiting on her.  Without further word, they laid out a plate of seedless ambrosia infused pomegranite halves and then filed respectfully away.<br/><br/>Listening as she approached, she hugged the gentle young immortal as she listened to her case.  "It has been vexing for all of us."  Patting one of the large benches placed around the quiet and not very often visited Temple, she continued.  "Another dozen titanspawn... a gorgon and some erinyes among them... have escaped.  Most perplexing... somehow they got by Kerberos and have slain over a dozen Faithful.  Hades was very put out."<br/><br/>Persephone couldnt help but smile a little... pleased by the resulting headaches which would weigh down the head which bore Undercity's crown... before finally surpressing it completely.  She often times seemed almost a rebellious daughter under the perpetual gaze of a very overprotective and strict father.   Much was known of the dark appetites of Hades.  One couldnt help but sympathize with her... if they werent talking about unstopable monster killers mucking about in the world of men just beyond the aperion which protected thier lands of legend.<br/><br/>Reaching out, she took Calista's hand, trying to soften the young immortal with a lovely smile.  Kore could be the most femenime and nurturing person one could ever imagine.  "I fear for your father too.  We havent heard from my father... in so very long.  His lot is now the burden of all the other elders.  How many others....  Suddenly standing up, she turned away from Calista and toward the very large statue which loomed over the both of them.  "My mother... I havent heard from her either," she spoke to no one in paticular as she contemplated.  "What is the use of being immortal... when it is our destiny to eventually forget ourselves..." she paused before continuing, as she admitted to herself as well as her friend what she feared most for her own mother, "... or become<em>monsters</em>."  Finally she turned back toward Calista again.