Zetta, for his part, was far more interested in watching her than the fireworks. Stuff blew up every day in the Netherworld. This was nothing compared to a sun going supernova or a gas giant collapsing in on itself or stuff like that. But a girl like Persephone was far more rare and way nicer to look at, especially the rapture in her eyes as she watched.

Live for millennia, and you can still find something new and special to appreciate it.

His free arm went around her, tugging her close.