Gate (Tag: Idun)
When Hades heard there was a woman at his gate, trying to abate Cerebus with a basket of quick breads, he'd expected to find an entirely different woman. This woman was short. She looked like she'd been sleeping as well as a beat poet, and eating as well as the skeleton of the maintenance man that stumbled in a few weeks ago and thought this was some kind of death themed amusement park. Short, desperate, too alive, and obviously in grief. Great. A female one of those. If she pulled out a violin, Hades was going to shoot her.
She didn't pull out a violin. And on closer inspection, Hades could tell she was a goddess. What in Tartarus was a foreign goddess doing trying to gorge his dog in his Underworld. She looked a bit deathly, but that looked recent and she obviously wasn't one of their ilk from another pantheon. Too many dimples and smile lines. Not enough onset dementia. Two pantheons couldn't possibly end up with one of those. Besides, Cerebus would know. He'd be able to smell it. He was not behaving as though she were an Underworlder.
Hades sighed when the goddess finished emptying her basket, and whistled so that Cerebus would not eat the foreigner next. He had to try and get her to go away while she was still alive. Hades didn't want to clean up the interpantheon mess that would ensue without finding out if it would be worth it first. Hades called to the woman.
“That would not have worked anyway,” he said. “The gates been upgraded a bit since that worked last. It won't let anything living in without my say. I'd suggest you go back where you came from. The middle head gets hungry again very quickly.” Hades hoped she wasn't here about the missing Nord. He'd had enough of that at Ninkasi's party.