He's the god of death, lord of the underworld, and all around well... douchebag. And that’s why I’m not going to see him again... Promise... Even if he does smell so good, and I could bounce a quarter off his body. I mean, Jesus, I’m the goddess of spring, and what would my mother think? She’d probably lock me away in a tower so high even Rapunzel couldn’t let down her hair. The prince would be, like, “Persephone, let down your hair!” And I’d be, like, “What? I can’t hear you, this tower is too high.” And this is what I get. I find the man of my dreams, and he’s, well, Hades... And Jesus tap-dancing Christ, but damn he’s so hot. And yeah, I’m going to see him again. Because I have to. Even if it’s the worst decision I’ve ever made. Also, he has a cute dog.