Descent
‘Lady Artemis is also their patron goddess,’ Thanatos reminded her.
Internally, Proserpina let out an annoyed groan at that, “You... think I wanted to actually kill your pet? He was the one who won't just leave me be!”
And the only response was a low, whining sound of frustration. Artemis buried her face in her hands as she carried on making the sound of an inhuman, overgrown pup but made no comprehensible words regardless.
“Oh, please,” Proserpina sneered, “Spare me the theatrics, Artemis–that was Apollo’s thing. You, of all people, should understand!”