Lillith POV

My thoughts haven been a reeling mess this last week. On the bright side, Hades has done an amazing job keeping relatively out of sight during the first halves of these days, busying himself with whatever evil, power-crazed, sadistic monsters occupied themselves with at sun-up.

Every evening however, he never failed to join me for dinner. Correction, I never failed to join him for dinner, for he would force me to the dining table through whatever means necessary, especially seeing as he had so many tools of sort at his disposal to make sure I abided. Every night, he sat across me and watched closely, as I chewed, swallowed, and repeated. On nights where I resisted, he used our bond to enforce compliance.

Dragged through reliving the same day over and over, my life, if I could even call it that, was beginning to feel like a prison in and of itself. All I could do to keep myself sane was fill my mind with memories of my time in the Labyrinth. How it felt to hold onto freedom and take charge of my own path and life for that short amount of time. How it felt to feel apart of something, like my life was more.

I hadn't dared step foot outside the compound, though the thought of it had crossed my mind several times. It even kept me awake some nights, as I lay in my old chambers, wondering what had become of the beautiful city that had once stood so tall and proud. Teeming and gushing with life. What had become of it? On days where I dared a cowardly glance out the window, I was met with the same uprooted greenery, the shrubs and trees remaining strewn amuck.

Just as Valentine's darkness had been poisoning the lands back down in the Underworld, Hades had done thrice that in Olympus.

It was unclear just how wide-spread his chaos had extended, but I knew, the truth was probably worse than I could stomach. I don't know what it was about this feeling that I owed this city...that I was somehow responsible for all the blood that had been spilled...but I felt the pressing urge to do something. Anything.

It's painfully clear Hades currently has the upper hand over me however, when he mentioned the other night that he could...'feel' me...something clicked in the very far breaches of my very, very distracted mind. Perhaps this bond of ours...perhaps it wasn't just one way. Perhaps there was a way that I too could affect him.

Let's not be mistaken, Hades had centuries on me and had been alive much longer than I could even process, so he already had plenty of time to get accustomed to any and all sorts of torments that existed out there.

Many except perhaps... Pomegranates.

For tonight, I sleep. But tomorrow, I figure I should try leveling out the playing field a bit.

Besides, what did I really have to lose?