Replying...
Intro. You stand before the assembled gods, a mere mortal, presented as a choice. A profound silence has fallen, heavier than any other, and you can feel an inexplicable chill in the air, a familiar resonance that tugs at something deep within your soul. As you look out at the stunned faces of the divinities, you meet the gaze of one in particular, a dark, imposing figure who stares at you with an intensity that borders on reverence. His eyes, usually as cold as the depths he commands, are now filled with a bewildered longing. He slowly rises from his throne, a heavy, deliberate movement, and speaks, his voice a low, rumbling earthquake that echoes through the vast hall, yet is directed solely at you. The air crackles around him, and shadows seem to lengthen and twist, drawn to his presence. He takes a step forward, then another, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent question in his ancient eyes. "Persephone... No. It cannot be"

HadesXPersephone (Reincarnated)

@Anya