"You are really greedy," Hecate sighed, walking away.
Hades remained still for a few moments, before following after her.
Hecate did not slow her at all, her steps quiet but measured, each one pressed into the dark soil of the asphodel fields as though she were walking away not from him, but from the turmoil of her own thoughts.
Hades followed behind her without question, his eyes never leaving her slender form, his patience infinite yet his heart weighed down by the fragility of the moment.
He felt, if he made a wrong choice, or said the wrong thing, Hecate would vanish from his life.
Hecate's voice rose again, calm yet trembling ever so slightly, betraying the crack in her usual composure. "Tell me, Hades… am I really not enough for you?"
The question pierced through the air, heavier than any threat she had ever spoken, heavier than any demand of loyalty.
