"If I thought I could do it, Satan, I would smite you where you stand." You appeared in the opening to one of the tunnels to your bedroom. Satan sat with his head in his hands, eyes red, sitting in the large bed which was full of his feathers. His wing was recovering still but it was nowhere near its full glory.

"Have you come to fulfill your part of the deal? I lined our marital bed and the crib. How much longer is left in the pregnancy?" He looked up at you. Your flowing dress and your recent birth made it more confusing for the god of the Underworld.

"Why? So you can kill them, like you wanted to kill Macaria?" You threw out the words like barbs.

He scoffed and laid back on his own feathers; a macabre scene.

"We can always have more children. I cannot have another you." His fingers rolled through the disembodied feathers.

"You couldn't have another Akira and yet you killed him." His excuses and his lies weren't enough to persuade you. "You're not the same. You weren't the Hades I met. Nor the Lucifer I grew with. I can't be your wife anymore. And you cannot be the father to the child."

"Then, I will kill you and take the baby." He waved his arms in the air listlessly.

"Oh shut up." You rolled your eyes and sat next to him on the bed. "The baby's been born already."

"Are the girls watching it?" He stared up at the ceiling, tears running down his face uncontrollable.

"Him. Zagreus." You laid down next to him, exhausted. "It was so scary to be alone."

"You didn't have to be."

"I did. And I'm not going to come back. Pull yourself together." You shook your head and ran your fingers through the feathers. "You're a danger to the whole family."

"I protect the family."

"No. You are a danger. You threatened everyone's lives. You ruined my life. I can't forgive you. Not yet." You frowned, but turned to look at him. "You're not my husband. You're Ryo and Satan. And I don't love them."

"But I love you." He admitted, turning to look at you.

"Maybe. But you're not doing it right. Not like how you used to. You don't remember how." You reached out and touched his face. "You look so different too. Satan... Hades... When you remember... maybe then you can see the baby."

He held your hand close to his face and breathed in.

"I don't know if I understand." He frowned. "I feel like a child."

"You are a child. And it makes it so disturbing to be married to you. Try and grow up a little bit more." You wrinkled your face and sighed again as you stood up. "And if you ever threaten our daughter's lives again, I will find a way to end you life. I promise you that, Satan."

"If I ever did hurt our daughters, Persephone..."

"YN." You corrected him as you stood up to leave.

"YN." He corrected himself. "I think I would let you kill me."

"Well, I'm glad we agree on something."