Hell

Nemesis stalked about the palace of Hades, her metallic shoes verbrating against the marble walls of the depressing house and the servants cowering at her very sight. The lights were dim, as they always were, for sunlight never shone through the menacing clouds of the underworld and the air was muffled like the same kind inside a coffin or a tomb that had not been touched for a great many of centuries.

The desperate Goddess searched for her lover with haste, looking into each room for a mere second and calling his name all about the Palace. She would gladly have sacreficed her pride and asked a lowly servant for guidance, though they quivered with such fear whenever in her presence, that they couldn't seem to get words through their useless mouths. Nemesis was enjoying the new respect she had gained in the dark depths of the ground; respect she had never been shown nor given by the Gods and Goddesses on Mount Olympus. Nemesis winced, loathing her sisters, brothers, and "comrades" for the way they had used her. Especially Zeus, the one who had summoned her for all the menial chores and tasks on Mount Olympus.

Persephone glanced down from her bedroom window. And saw the vial woman she called, Nemesis, stalking about the grounds. "Just give up already..." She whispered. She turned and her dresses twirled around as she did so. "Hermes!" She called as she swung open her bedroom doors. "Hermes!!!" She yelled again. When the young man showed, with his winged sandels, Persephone sighed. "Hermes, where is my husband?" She breathed quietly. But Hermes just stood and shook is head, "I have no idea you highness, after Nemesis showed...." He hung his head. Presephone just sighed and waved Hermes away and stalked back to her room.