Some time later, Hades returned to the throne room, to apologise to her, saying how he should have consulted her first. But when he came upon the sleeping beauty, he began to tread lightly, almost in a waltz like manner. His short, black, spiky hair relaxed as he thought of what fate he had just saved her from. He too retired for the evening and waited for the sun to rise.
Early the next morning, once Axelia had awoken, Hades presented her with a crown of black roses. She gratefully accepted it, as well as the apology that he offered.
So all was well for a time in the land of the dead, but as Persephone would grow sad, so too did Hades. His feelings were in a great jumble. And with each passing day, he found Axelia’s beauty to increase, to a point of intoxication and idée fixe.
One night, he sent her into a deep sleep with a powerful physic.
From her lips, he stole a single and solitary kiss.
As previously stated, every action has a consequence, good or bad.
Once Hades had committed the deed, he became envenomed with a poison stronger than which Eros dipped his arrows.
Soon, Hades began to neglect his duties, and Zeus was not happy to see bodies of the dead scattered about the earth, as they were not a comely sight. When Zeus had gone to the underworld to straighten out the situation, he could not fathom what had captured his brother in his trance. Aphrodite came to the land of the dead and instantly recognised what had gone on, but was also befuddled as to how this poison of love could be stronger than the strongest that she herself could make. It was then that Axelia stepped forth from the shadows.
Aphrodite understood completely. Normally, she would be quite dithery, but in this case, what Axelia had done was for the better.
Part 3… almost done…