“You don’t know who I am?” he demanded, stepping closer. She could not see him in the gloom, her eyes too accustomed to the natural light of the living world, but she felt him near. Immediately she stepped backwards, stumbling slightly over her sandals until her back was flush against the rocky wall. “Have they forgotten me entirely on Olympus?”
“…Hades?” she whispered, eyes widening in shock. She remembered him, oh yes—those sharp, fierce eyes, the handsome angular face always dark with anger, the coal black hair and large hands. She remembered the way he raged at Zeus and Poseidon, the battles between them that shook the halls of Olympus and echoed down to the mortal world. And she remembered the day he was banished, the moment his ploy for the throne failed and he was exiled to the realm of the dead. She remembered the bitter, burning expression on his face as he left.
They had never spoken to each other. Her mother had warned her to keep away from him—she thought him dangerous and cruel and ill-tempered. Every glimpse Persephone had ever stolen of him had been from behind pillars and from afar, and every glimpse had only confirmed her mother’s opinion. Hades had frightened her. Something in his eyes and face had given her shivers of unease. And now she was standing before him, utterly as his mercy…
(from the upcoming fic so i stayed in the darkness with you