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"The great hall is nearly decorated, my lord," the shade said. "It is breathtaking, what with the all of the candles and fresh greens." "Thank you," he replied in a cold, tired voice, "for the warning." "The ... the warning, my liege?" the shade whispered nervously in confusion. "There is a REASON that it is dark here ... a REASON that it is dreary ... there is a REASON that we DO NOT deck our halls and we DO NOT fa la la and ... oh, just never mind," he said, putting his head into his hands. "LEAVE ME OR DIE AGAIN!" he blasted, and they scattered (needing no additional encouragement to flee his company). "The great hall is extremely festive, my lord," a pit viper hissed, letting itself in, and he groaned. "I know, I know, and I cannot help but know," Hades sighed heavily. "If I did not love her ... if I could not imagine my forever without her ... if her name were not written on my very bones, I would set Persephone on fire and let her burn like a Yule log." "Yes, my lord," the snake agreed (or maybe snickered). "Of course, my lord."