1784Venice, Italy
Hades peeled the extravagant, white mask from his face as he gazed at Celena from across the ballroom. Other guests flitted about the room, dressed in their regal attire and suited with an off-white wig on their heads. The majestic melody played by the violinists in the corner filled the room with a twinge of excitement. Several guests had moved onto the dance floor, spinning in unison to one of their newest group dances.
But Celena stayed close to her mother.
Perhaps it was wise for how beautiful she was. The men in the room gazed at her with a salacious l**t in their eyes. And Hades wanted to burn them all. He could see through the powdered wig, the heavy rouge, and the several layers of petticoats and fabric...
Celena was Persephone.
The city of Venice was surroun
