The gates of Aphrodite's temple opened before him, golden light spilling outward like a tide that met the cold shadow of his presence.
Hades stepped inside, his tall frame wrapped in his dark cloak, his expression as still as ever, yet his eyes quietly scanned the scene before him.
Candles lined the walls, their flames flickering in soft rhythm with the delicate notes of music played by divine spirits hidden in alcoves.
The tables were draped in silks of pale rose and ivory, laden with dishes arranged to perfection.
The air smelled faintly of nectar and fruits, warm and sweet, so different from the dry stillness of the Underworld.
And at the center of it all stood Aphrodite.
She turned as he entered, her golden hair catching the candlelight, her lips curved in that radiant smile that seemed to mock his composure and undo him all at once.
She spread her arms slightly, as though to welcome him, her voice warm and teasing.
"Hades, you've finally arrived."
