Descent
Apollo sighs, sappily, still droning on somewhere in the background, “…when a god shows their affections, their devotion, it will be unlike any other; our divine touch, the loveliest of smiles that no mortal could ever hope to reach and the favor of a heavenly being that we could only bestow upon one another was a blessing of the highest caliber–”
Dimly, Proserpina could still process that Apollo’s voice has somehow morphed into something so wistful.
Daring to risk it, she turns to take a look… only to find that, sure enough, the god of the sun was smiling dreamily to himself as he stares somewhere off in the distance, probably reminiscing about his best lovers.
But unfortunately, Proserpina