“I have nothing left there,” she said firmly. Harmonia let the form of her dead husband coil itself around her wrist as she pleaded her case further to Hades. “Actaeon, our grandson, was the first to die. Punished by Artemis for happening to see her bathe, publicly. He came back to Thebes in pieces. Then our daughter Autonoe, exiled herself and died of starvation at the loss of her son at the hands of my aunt. My daughter Semele was wooed by your brother, my grandfather, and so incurred Hera's wrath. Hera tricked her into having Zeus promise her, promise her, that he would show himself in her truest form. My pregnant daughter died that day.” She didn't bother to say that baby Dionysos was rescued from his mother's burning body, that was far too well known a story.
“Our daughter Ino and her son Melicertes were pursued by her husband, driven mad by Hera for helping raise Dionysos, and tossed themselves off a cliff above the sea.” With each brief mention of her descendants she took a breath. Her eyes were closed now, tears streaming from the corners. “By then we had abdicated the throne of Thebes to our grandson Pentheus. He banned worship of Dionysos in Thebes and rather than sort it out like men, Dionysos drove our remaining daughter Agave mad and she ripped Pentheus apart.
“Agave died after she killed her new Ilyrian husband, King Lycotherses and handed the city over to myself and Cadmus. Our son Polydorus had the Theban throne, then. Disease took our last remaining child from us.” Balance didn't bother wiping away the tears. She'd done more than enough of that in her many years among mortals. From the tears before the wedding, to the tears at the wedding and all the ones shed afterwards, she was quite used to the feel of them trickling down her cheek. “And then, as if we hadn't suffered enough, this,” she lifted the arm Cadmus was wrapped around in emphasis, “This is how he'll spent his afterlife.”
Then Harmonia played the card she didn't want to play. “Lord Hades, were the tables turned, and my husband's fate your own and Persephone wished to spend her eternity at your side, would you not want her to be able to do so? Or would you condemn her to return to Olympus, where she wouldn't want to be, rather than at your side?
“Please,” she pleaded. “I beg of you not just as Lord of the Underworld, but as my great-uncle... as family. There is nothing left for me. I have been forsaken, forgotten and betrayed by my Olympic family. The family I created, birthed and raised... the family I loved dearly, was taken from me by my Olympic family. Were you in my places, would you not want the same?”
Finally, she stopped talking. It was a lot to lay before her at once, But there was the deep seated needed to get her case presented properly before Hades. He too had experienced the betrayal of his Olympian siblings, had he not? It was something Harmonia hoped he would understand and sympathize with.