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"My love! Don't eat that!" Hades opened the glass door with a bang, his eyes widening as they zeroed in on the vibrant red fruit that she held in her hands. In response to his odd request, Persephone lowered the fruit away from her mouth and tilted her head, "Why not?" "It's the food of the dead." Hades approached her and carefully pried the pomegranate out of her hands before throwing them to the ground. "So?" Hades held her small, warm hands in his large, cold ones. "If you don't belong here already, you can't eat it. You must eat the food of the living. By consuming the food of the dead, it binds you here, you will belong to the land of the dead, and you will not be able to permanently return to the land of the sun, where you belong." Hades moved his hands to cup her face. "But I b
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