When Hades walked back to his car and closed his door, he felt completely helpless. He couldn't even bring himself to look up towards Persephone in fear he would see her return Tekos' affection.
This was it, he had lost her. Maybe Minthe was right, he didn't deserve Persephone, not after what he had put her through. First it was Minthe, then the tabloids, and now Minthe. She didn't deserve all of this drama.
"Pixie..."
'Yes lord Hades?'
"You can contact Asclepius for those antidepressants now..."
'Contacting Asclepius now.'
The drive to work was doleful to say the least. All the crimson eyed god wanted was to go home and drown his sorrows in a pint of whiskey. But unfortunately his job as king of the underworld could not allow him.
The last time he had succumbed to heartbreak, curtesy of his ex fiancé Minthe, he had withdrawn from his duties for months, and as a result the underworld had fallen into total chaos.