Hades laughed darkly.

“Now, look at your daughter,” Hades continued. “Congratulate her on her wedding and tell her what a beautiful bride she makes.”

Demeter looked like she would pass out, but she forced the words out.

“Congratulations, d-daughter,” Demeter gasped, more ichor dripping off the blade’s edge. “You are a b-beautiful bride.”

“Thank you, Demeter.” Persephone gave her a small curtsy. “How overjoyed you must be to have the God of the Dead as your son-in-law.”

Persephone smirked, and Demeter made a choked, disgusted sound. Hades laughed, the sound echoing off the rafters.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Demeter.” He removed the blade from her neck, and in a whirlwind of green smoke, Demeter was gone.

Persephone and Hades waited a minute to ensure she had disappeared, and then Persephone practically fell over in laughter.

“Oh, darling,” she grinned, stretching out on her throne, “that was magnificent.”

Hades winked and gave her a short bow.

“I’m so glad you think so, my eternal one.” Hades picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Now, I think we were pulled from bed much too early. Don’t you agree?”

“Oh! Lord Hades,” Persephone smirked, “I think that’s an astute observation.”

Hades threw his head back and laughed, offering Persephone his elbow.

“Shall I escort you back to our room to remedy this immediately?”

Persephone stood up and accepted his escort, going up on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. “You are full of brilliant ideas, my lord.”

Hades and Persephone walked arm in arm back to their bedroom, shutting Cerberus out of it this time.