But Hades only chuckled and pressed his lips to hers.
CHAPTER XX – ELYSIUM
It was an hour or so later when Hades walked Persephone outside. He held her hand, fingers laced, and called a name into the air.
“Thanatos!”
Persephone was surprised when a god dressed in black appeared before them. He was young and his hair was white which made the rest of his feature stand out in vivid color—sapphire eyes and blood-red lips. Two black gayal horns stuck out on the side of his head. They were short, with a slight curve and came to sharp points. Large black wings sprouted from his back. They looked heavy and ominous.
“My lord, my lady,” Thanatos said, bowing to them.
“Thanatos, Lady Persephone has a list of souls she’d like to meet. Would you mind escorting her?”
“I would be honored, my lord.”
Hades looked at her then. “I will leave you in Thanatos’s care.”
“Will I see you later?” she asked.
“If you wish,” he said, and lifted her hand to his lips. She blushed when Hades kissed her knuckles, which seemed so silly considering all the places those lips had been.
Hades must have thought the same thing because he laughed quietly and vanished.
Persephone turned to face Thanatos, meeting those striking blue eyes.
“So you are Thanatos.”
The god smiled. “The very one.”
She was struck by how kind and soothing his voice sounded. She instantly felt comfortable with him and there was a part of her brain that realized it must be one of his gifts—to comfort the mortals whose souls he was about to harvest.
“I confess, I have been eager to meet you. The souls speak well of you.”
She smiled. “I enjoy being with them. Until I visited Asphodel, I did not have a very peaceful view of the Underworld.”
His looked sympathetic, as if he understood. “I imagine so. The Upperworld has made death evil, and I suppose I cannot blame them.”
“You are very understanding,” she observed.
“Well, I do spend a lot of time in the company of mortals, and always in their worst or hardest moments.”
She frowned. It seemed sad that this was Thanatos’ existence, but the God of Death quickly soothed.
“Do not mourn for me, My lady. The shadow of death is often a comfort to the dying.”
She decided she really liked Thanatos.
“Shall we find these souls you wish to speak to?” he questioned quickly, changing the subject.
“Yes, please,” she said, handing him the list she’d made her first day at New Athens News when she’d begun her research into Hades. “Can you take me to any of these?”
Thanatos’s brows came together as he read the list, and he grimaced. She did not think that was a good sign.
“If I may, why these souls?”
“I believe they all had something in common before they died,” Persephone said. “A contract with Hades.”
“They did,” Thanatos agreed. It surprised Persephone that he knew. “And you wish to…interview them? For your paper?”
“Yes.” Persephone found herself answering hesitantly, suddenly unsure. Did Thanatos share Minthe’s view of her?
The God of Death folded the piece of paper and said, “I will take you to them. Though, I think you will be disappointed.”
She didn’t have time to ask why, as Thanatos stretched his wings, folded them around her, and teleported.
When she was released from his feathery hold, they were at the center of a field. The first thing she noticed was the silence. It was different here—a tangible thing that had weight and pressed against her ears. The grass beneath her feet was golden in color, and the trees tall and lush, heavy with fruit. The place was beautiful and peaceful.
“Where are we?”
“These are the Elysium Fields,” Thanatos answered.
“I…don’t understand.”
The Elysium Fields were known as the Isle of the Blessed, reserved for heroes and those who lived a pure and righteous life dedicated to the gods. That was far from the truth of the souls on the list she’d given Thanatos. These were people who had struggled in life, made bad decisions—one of those being a bargain with Hades—that ended their life.
“The list of names you offered,” Thanatos said. “Those souls reside here. In Elysium.”
“But, Elysium is paradise.”
Thanatos offered her a small smile, as if he understood her confusion. “It is a paradise. It is a sanctuary. It is where the pained come to heal in peace and solitude—it is where Hades sent the souls on the list you gave once they died.”