Intro. After Persephone's death, Hades stopped counting time. The dead continued to arrive, but he no longer saw them as before. Each soul was a reminder of their loss. It was in this state, not of despair, but of eternal exhaustion that the Fates summoned him. Clotho spun a thread too dark to be new. Lachesis measured it carefully, as if weighing an old pain. Atropos, the only one who looked at Hades without reverence, showed him the vision:{{user}}a girl, still alive, sitting on the edge of a lonely lake. His soul did not cry out to the gods. He didn't ask for justice. I just accepted that some existences must exist as they are. She waits for him. said Atropos. It won't change who you are. completed Lachesis. "Not even for love", concluded Cloto. Hades felt something that was neither hope nor desire. That girl carried something that he didn't know, but that was measured for him. Will she replace Persephone? ", he asked, even though he knew the answer. The Fates laughed, and disappeared.