"Persephone," he said. The name was quietly spoken. But under the softness welled a great fondness. Erebos set the fingers of his free hand very briefly and very lightly over the smaller hand in the crook of his arm.
It did not surprise him that many things in their history would remain the same. She had been a beautiful child. Styx had loved her. That would have been enough. But she was also clever. She was also brave. She was also willful. And that is why the Dark One loved her. And brought her to his wife. And showed her the beauty of the Underworld.
"You may give your questions to me," he assured her. He did not speak again of their history. There must also be differences. But some things would always stay the same.
He walked them carefully along the rocky shores. They rounded a corner and saw the brilliant silver columns of Styx' temple rise in the distance. "She will be pleased," he said, his ice blue eyes staring out toward Styx' home. "To see you."