Humans. The Gods couldn't live without them. Some of them are sweet, and enjoyable. Others are a pain in the ass though.

Some cause the Goddess of vegetation utter turmoil. It's these days where it can even be summer where she just says "FUCK IT!" and goes to visit her husband. Making the days surprisingly cold.

As you probably assumed by now, it is currently one of those times.

The entrance to the underworld opened, Hades feeling the presence of a powerful spirit entering. The sound of cowboy boots echoing with the many other sounds of the underworld.
The tall black pant wearing God had a guess of who had come to the underworld in the middle of summer. Currently said black haired God of death was sitting in on his throne judging a complicated group of souls.

"How bad has it been up there?" he said, looking behind him, a smile twitching on the corners of his mouth. He was happy was wife was home but was unhappy that a set of circumstances had made her upset enough to leave the earth.
He pushed himself up from his throne and hugged the sun-kissed skin girl tightly. She held the darker skinned man tighter, her forehead on his chest, as she heard his heartbeat that calmed her frustration and annoyance.
"I hate people." She said into the older Gods chest.
"I know." The God said stroking the womans long black hair. "I know."
"Are you staying tonight?" The God asked his spouse.

"Yup." The young woman said. "I'll deal with the assholes tomorrow."
The last comment caused a chuckle to come from the dark-skinned man.

The green v-neck shirt and blue jean Goddess let go of her spouse, looking down and see one of her underworld chickens. Her husband let her go looking down at the chicken as well.

Said brown chicken was weaving itself in a figure eight between the Goddess' legs.

She smiled at the chicken, picking it up, petting its beak, and back between its feathers.

"I'm just going to help you all day if that's okay." the blue jean wearing woman said looking at the dark brown eyed man.

He could only smile at her, shaking his head. Sometimes he still not used to his wife's affections towards chicken.

Persephone sat in the throne next to her husband, a pile of paperwork between the two. The chicken eventually was set on the ground not straying too far from its mother side. The dark-haired God looked over once and saw his wife was sitting upside down in the throne.
He felt a smile twitch on his lips, as he sat across the arms of the chair. His black button down shirt going up a bit on his dark back.
A few minutes later the wife looked over and changed her position to where she was now squatting in the chair.
It seemed to the anyone who was watching them in the underworld that they switched every five minutes to see who could sit in the most random position. This game carried on for a good hour or so. Then the two ended it not having any more ideas to how they could sit in a chair.

The two sat upright in their thrones, working diligently until the younger smirked, as her left foot went over to her husband's right. The females foot tapped her husband's leg, going up it slightly.
The black haired God looked over at his wife with a slight smile and continued with the game of footsie.
His foot going on top of hers lightly, then hers slipped out and went on top of his. The feet built themselves up until the two could no longer go up anymore.

The game ended then, but finally. Finally, it was time for Hades break.

The two entities went to visit their giant three-headed dog. He, of course, was very surprised to see the Goddess. He was excited though. Very excited.
He quickly went to a smaller size since the black-haired female was in her human form, and tackled her. All three heads licking the female, who was laughing, and trying to get the large dog off of her.
Hades was finally able to get the dog off of his wife, but the dog insisted on walking with the two for the remainder of the break.
They walked through the garden in the Underworld, when the God of the dead heard a growling of a stomach.
He turned to look at his wife who tried to not look suspicious. The God was a little bit upset that his wife had not told him that she was hungry.
"Come on let's go get you some food." The older said, the two with their dog making their way to the kitchen.

"Sit." The man said to his wife as. She sat down at an island bar in the kitchen Cerberus  right at her side.
"Are you sure about this?" The woman said nervously. She was worried that her husband would burn the food, or the house, or the entire Underworld.
"Relax," he said smoothly "I've got this."

He did not have this. He meant to make some scrambled eggs, but first he forgot to add some butter to the pan so the eggs wouldn't stick, then the oven was extremely high, He added some of the spices that he had seen the servants normally add, he added just a bit more cream than he should have, but other than that he was alright.
The eggs might have been great if a stray ghost cat had not walked into the kitchen.
Cerberus sniffed it first, then all three heads barked at it, then the dog leaped into action chasing the cat around the kitchen knocking over various items, food, pans, dirty dishes went flying as the two owners tried to stop the dog from destroying the kitchen.
" Cerberus !" The God of death finally yelled in an angry voice that boomed the entire Underworld, the walls shaking a little as the yell echoed throughout the home.
The dog, cat, and Goddess both stopped looking at the man.
The three-headed dog knew he was in trouble; with heads hung, and tail between his legs, it left to go sit in the garden.
It was only then when the couple began to smell something that was like melting iron.
"THE EGGS!" The two yelled running to the other side of the room where the eggs and pan were burning due to the extreme heat.

Hades snapped his fingers turning off the fire before the two got to the oven.
"Shit." The God of death groaned. "I'm sorry dear." He sighed.
"I'm sure that they're not that burnt." The black-haired woman said going to pick off a piece of the egg.

She picked off a small piece (with great effort) having to hold the pan down with one arm, and the other pulling the small bit of egg. She pulled three times before a piece of the burnt eggs, and some of the pan came off.

She gave a nervous smile to her husband and tried to bite down, spitting out the piece no bigger than her hand out.
"Blegh." She said trying not throw up. "Yup, that's pretty burnt."

"I'm sorry Pere." The dark-skinned God sighed.

"Hey, it's not a big deal, I can get some pizza for us through the Iris." The Goddess said walking over to pat her husbands' right arm, rubbing it down to his elbow, and back up to his shoulder a few slow times.

At the end of the day, Persephone and her husband went to bed. Hades holding onto the Goddess tightly, as she nuzzled into him. The thoughts of the annoying humans left her mind. It didn't matter what happened that made her want to come down to visit. It only mattered now that she was there in her husband's arms. Under their blankets, surrounded by the scent of each other, the ghost-like feeling of the last kiss he gave her before they fell asleep on    

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