Yet, there she stood in the middle of a meadow not of her own creation and that itself, was a miracle of its own. Upon barren land, nature had flourished. Wild flowers bloomed and graced the earth with beauty that rivalled her own. Persephone slips a single tulip bud into her hair. 

“Jisoo?”

It was the first time Hades called her by her mortal name.

Author's Note:

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