After all the difficulties that Dahlia had faced with her friends to even visit, it felt eerie for Persephone to simply walk back into the Underworld as one would simply walk into a room. It was like visiting a childhood home after a very long time, the memories falling back into their rightful place, everything familiar becoming real again. For the Queen of the Underworld, the natural entrance was simply her own courtyard at the very doorstep of the castle. She smiled, for her husband was there, waiting for her, of course. He was seated at the top of the stairs, just steps away from her, his arms on his knees and his fingers crossed against his lips like he had been silently praying. For her victory or her return? Probably both... Persephone stood there, looking at him and the almost pain
