Instead, he admitted, “I don’t know how to tell you this.”
It was not often Thanatos was at a loss for words, not often when he could not provide comfort in difficult situations, and the fact that he could not now showed how much he truly cared for Persephone and her friend.
It was a few more moments before he managed to speak, and by then, Persephone was quivering.
Finally, he managed, “It’s Lexa.”
The first sob tore from her mouth in a rush of emotion, and Hades drew her to him, holding her tighter as Thanatos continued.
“She’s gone.”
Chapter XXVIII
On the Way to Elysium
Hades had watched a lot of people die, and he had watched a lot of people lose.
Nothing prepared him for watching someone he loved losing someone they loved.
It was a feeling he couldn’t quite explain. It was as though someone gripped his heart, as if they were squeezing it within their palm, and there was no release, no way to shake the hold. It was ever-present and constant, and it was hopeless.
“Persephone,” Hades said, but her eyes were unfocused. She had stopped crying soon after the first wail had burst from her lips, and now she was quiet and distant. As much as he wanted to give her time to process this, he needed her attention for a few moments longer.
“Persephone,” he said, touching her face, and when her eyes met his, she burst into tears once more.
“My darling,” he said gently, brushing away her tears, but she just cried harder. “We don’t have much time.”
He gathered her into his arms, teleporting to the pier at the Styx where Charon would be arriving soon.
When she heard the rush of the river, she pulled away, looking off toward the horizon.
“Hades, what are we—？”
Her words faltered when she saw Charon’s boat cutting across the black waves, his robes a bright beacon against their darkness. There was a single figure beside him, a woman who looked far younger in the Underworld landscape than she did in the world above.
“Lexa,” he heard Persephone whisper, and when Charon docked with the soul, Persephone stood so close, Lexa barely had space to climb out of the boat, but she seemed just as eager to see Persephone. They held each other and cried. All the while, Hades stood aside and let them, because beyond this time together, nothing would ever be the same.
Not for Lexa and not for Persephone.
Hades tried not to listen to their conversation, but it was hard given that he stood only a few feet away. There were apologies and expressions of pain, and the dread came when Persephone turned to him and asked, “Where is she going?”
She was going to Elysium to heal because she had taken her own life, and to do that, she would have to drink from the Lethe, which meant she would have no memories from her time above—not of anything, not even Persephone.
He knew Persephone had asked because she hoped he would say otherwise, but when he did not speak, he knew she understood. He waited for her anger, but Lexa was quick to speak, drawing her attention.
“Seph,” she said, squeezing her hands. “It’s going to be okay.”
Persephone’s mouth trembled. “Why?”
Lexa opened her mouth to speak but shook her head. It was likely she didn’t even understand the decision she’d made. It was just that her soul had wanted so badly to remain in the Underworld the first time, it couldn’t handle returning to a world it did not want—no matter how much she loved Persephone.
“I did this,” Persephone said, her voice trembling, and Lexa brought her hands to her chest.
“Persephone, this was my choice. I am sorry it had to be this way, but my time in the Upperworld was over. I accomplished what I needed to.”
“What was that?” Persephone asked, miserable.
Lexa smiled. “To empower you.”
Persephone shook her head and fell into Lexa’s arms. It wasn’t something she was ready to hear yet, but there would come a time when she would recognize the impact of this loss. She would see how strong she truly was.
They remained together until Thanatos arrived to escort Lexa to the Lethe. This time, he was far more prepared to offer the benefits of his magic, and a sense of calm overcame everyone gathered, even as Lexa hesitated.
“Wh-where am I going?” she asked.
“You will drink from the Lethe,” Hades explained. “And then Thanatos will take you to Elysium to heal.”
Even as Hades spoke the word— heal—he noted the glow in Lexa’s eyes.
She was ready.
“I will visit you every day, until we are best friends again.”