Descent
Proserpina grinds her teeth to stop herself from actually swearing out loud, ignoring the god of death roaring in laughter as she bowed her head to keep Demeter from seeing her angry.
She had been uncertain if Hades hasn’t known of what she had done last night, especially with how disappointed Thanatos had been but now… considering Apollo’s big mouth running around Olympus; it was only a matter of seconds before word reaches the god of the underworld’s ears–and all hell will (figuratively and possibly literally) break loose when that happens.
“Grandmamma, if Apollo suddenly… let’s say, falls to the void, I don’t know, do you think we can find someone who looks just like him real quick?”