As Hades arrived at his palace, he quickened his pace, his heart pounding with apprehension as he neared Kore's chambers.

Upon entering, he found her lying still and pale, her forehead glistening with sweat as she lay unconscious. Hecate, ever vigilant, was by her side, administering nectar in a futile attempt to revive her fading strength.

Hades wasted no time, his concern evident as he approached Kore's bedside. "How is she?" he inquired, his voice laced with worry.

Hecate turned to him, her expression grave. "She has not regained consciousness," she replied, her tone heavy with concern. "Her condition has worsened since yesterday."

With a heavy heart, Hades nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of what must be done to save Kore. Without further delay, he reached into his cloak and withdrew the pomegranate, its deep crimson hue glinting ominously in the dim light of the chamber.

Turning to Hecate, he extended the fruit to her. "Please," he implored, his voice tinged with urgency. "Cut it open and prepare six seeds. We must act swiftly."

Hecate accepted the pomegranate with a solemn nod, her hands steady as she carefully sliced into the fruit. With practiced precision, she extracted the seeds, their ruby-red flesh glistening with an otherworldly sheen.

As Hecate finished preparing the seeds, she handed the plate to Hades, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the moment. Without a word, he accepted it, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he took the plate and sat beside Kore.

Hades felt a surge of anticipation coursing through him. These tiny seeds held the power to change Kore's fate, to bring her back from the brink of death and restore her to him once more.

Hades sat beside Kore, the plate of seeds held delicately in his hands. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, his touch tender as he leaned in closer, his breath catching in his throat as he gently placed the first seed on her tongue.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as he watched Kore swallow the seed, her lips parting in silent acceptance. With each successive seed, a faint glow emanated from her, illuminating the darkness with a soft, ethereal light.

As the final seed disappeared into her mouth, Hades felt a surge of hope welling up inside him. He watched intently as Kore's chest rose and fell with each breath, a sign that the seeds were taking effect.

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A subtle shift rippled through the air, as if the very essence of life itself had been stirred. A gentle glow enveloped her, weaving its way through her being with ethereal grace. With each seed swallowed, a delicate transformation began.

First, her breaths deepened, carrying with them the scent of newly bloomed flowers. Then, a soft hue infused her cheeks, like the blush of dawn kissing the horizon after a long night's slumber. As the magic of the seeds worked its mysterious charm, her hair, once chestnut colored waves, began to shimmer and darken, strands transforming into a rich, lustrous black that seemed to absorb the very essence of the shadows.

In the stillness of the chamber, it was as if time itself held its breath, witnessing the wondrous rebirth of Kore. And in that moment, hope bloomed anew, casting aside the shadows of despair that had lingered for a long time.

Hades dared to hope, his heart swelling with relief as he watched Kore's eyelids flutter open, her eyes slowly focusing on him with a dazed expression. "Hades?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he reached out to take her hand in his. "Kore," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "You're awake."

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she squeezed his hand weakly. "I am," she replied, her voice filled with a quiet determination.

With those words, Hades felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a burden he had carried for far too long. For in that moment, he knew that Kore was safe, that their love had triumphed over the darkness that had threatened to consume them.

"Now it's time for these," Hecate said, her voice filled with reverence as she handed the plate with Zeus's golden pomegranate seeds to Hades.

Hades nodded in gratitude, his gaze never leaving Kore's face. "Thank you, Hecate," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

Taking the plate, Hades turned back to Kore, his heart filled with hope. "Kore," he said softly, his voice a gentle whisper. "With these, you will be able to leave the Underworld once a year, for six months."

With a sense of anticipation, Hades watched as Kore took the plate of seeds, her fingers trembling slightly as she prepared to eat them.

As Kore swallowed the first seed, a sense of peace settled over the chamber, banishing the lingering shadows of doubt. With each seed consumed, a warmth spread through her, infusing her with renewed vitality and strength.

And as the final seed disappeared into her mouth, Hades felt a sense of profound relief. Together, they had overcome adversity and emerged stronger than ever.

With a tender smile, Hades reached out to take Kore's hand in his, their fingers intertwining in a silent vow of unity. "We will face whatever comes our way together," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering determination.

And as they sat together in the dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the soft glow of Kore's newfound strength, Hades knew that their love would endure for all eternity, a beacon of hope in the darkness of the Underworld.