A sudden commotion at the entrance of the hall caught Persephone's attention. A young servant girl rushed in, her eyes wide with terror, holding a soul in her outstretched hands. Persephone's eyes widened as she saw the state of the soul - a girl, no older than 18, her body mutilated and broken.
Persephone rose from her seat, her expression a mix of anger and sadness. She took the soul from the servant girl, cradling it gently, whispering words of comfort. The soul's eyes fluttered open, and Persephone could see the fear and pain etched in them.
"Who did this to you?" Persephone asked, her voice soft but firm.
The soul's lips moved, but no sound came out. Persephone's eyes narrowed as she looked around the room, her gaze landing on Hades, the god of the underworld. He appeared at Persephone's side, his dark eyes taking in the state of the soul.
"This is Ella Jackson, an 18-year-old girl who was brutally raped and murdered," Persephone said, her voice ringing out in the hall. "We need to do something."
The gods murmured amongst themselves, some looking away, others showing shock and horror. Persephone's gaze swept over them, her eyes narrowing.
"You call yourselves gods, yet you do nothing while a young girl suffers? Shame on you," Persephone said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Hades took the soul from Persephone, his expression grave. "I will take her to the underworld. She will be avenged," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Persephone nodded, her eyes never leaving Hades. "Do what you must, but remember, she was one of my children. I will not let her death go unavenged."
Hades disappeared with the soul, leaving Persephone alone in the hall. She turned to the remaining gods, her expression fierce.
"I will find out who did this. And when I do, they will wish they had never been born," Persephone said, her voice full of promise.
The gods murmured amongst themselves, some looking away, others showing fear. Persephone smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Good. I hope that fear stays with you. Now, let us continue our feast. But remember, Ella Jackson will not be forgotten," Persephone said, her voice full of finality.
The gods returned to their feast, but the mood was somber. Persephone reclined on her chair, her mind already planning her revenge. She was the goddess of spring and death, and she would not let this injustice go unpunished.
"Mother, are you well?" Demeter, the goddess of harvest, asked, her voice filled with concern.
Persephone looked at her mother, her expression unreadable. "I will be, once I have avenged Ella's death," she said, her voice low and determined.
Demeter nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "I will help you, daughter. We will find those responsible and make them pay," she said, her voice filled with determination.
Persephone smiled, her eyes glinting with gratitude. "Thank you, Mother. I knew I could count on you," she said, her voice filled with love.
The feast continued, but Persephone and Demeter were no longer present. Their minds were focused on one thing and one thing only - justice for Ella Jackson. And as the night wore on, they began to plot their revenge, their eyes filled with fire and determination. The gods of the underworld would tremble at their wrath, and they would not rest until Ella's soul was avenged.
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