I Find Myself Cursing the Rule of the Pomegranate Seeds

When I first arrive up above—after my six months with Hades—in Hell—the effect is kind of deadening. Almost like the door closing when someone puts you in jail.

Although I never admit what I’m thinking to anyone, I feel imprisoned when I’m up above. They have rules up there. You have to stay where you are. You cannot run away to the places that you can easily imagine. Reality appears to reign paramount. In short, you’re stuck.

I find myself cursing the rule of the pomegranate seeds: since Hades only let me have six, I have to spend six months away from him every year. It wasn’t my idea to go off with him, but having done it, why do I have to come back to everyone up above? I know that Mother told me I would lose my power if I always stayed down in Hell, but I still don’t like it.