1920Brooklyn, NY
Persephone had not shown herself in years, not since Italy. Hades had almost given up hope that he would see her again. It wasn't until he found himself overseas, in America, did he stumble across her by chance. He had long decided that if he was going to pretend to be human, he would live like them and learn from them. It was a distraction from the monotony of grief he had grown accustomed to. The nightlife of the ‘20s was vivacious enough to keep his spirits lively. He fell into jazz, making use of his hands to play several piano solos. He wrote songs sometimes, that most always had something to do with her, or were for her. When the night ended though, he was always back to a mood he couldn't quit.
Then, like a wish, she came through the doors of a speakeasy where he
