Penelope
Most Persephones saw more Hadeses in their career than they could count. Despite it being a position for life, most of the candidates weaselled themselves out after only a couple of years and left us to clean up their mess. And people were surprised why we were known for chaos down here.
Those things didn’t fly on my term and the new Hades could get on board or get out of my way. That strategy worked with the last couple of them.
My heels clicked on the stone floor as I strode through the narrow hallway to the monthly meeting. The ceiling swallowed the walls and funnelled me through the large door at the end. The black wood was framed with hard steel and three intimidating stone dog heads hung above the entrance, threatening anyone who dared walk under them.
I turned around to
