With a smile and a wave, Finn and Poe vanished into smoke.



They were gone for quite some time, longer than it should have taken, and they were both frustrated when they arrived back in the Underworld.

Put simply, they had been too late. Demeter had gone straight to Zeus, who refused to completely side with them. To satisfy all parties, because he was an asshole like that, they struck a deal that pissed everyone off. Rey would spend six months in the Underworld and six months on the surface in exchange for their marriage. No exceptions.

Finn had been angry initially, but there was nothing to fight against now. No, now he was just depressed. They had to break the news to Rey when they were supposed to be coming back home to a celebration. Maybe they shouldn't have gone at all or refused a deal outright. They should have more power than this, right? They could start a war.

But that's the problem. They could start a war.

He squeezed Poe's hand and silently looked over to him, not having much left in himself to do anything except feel sad and exhausted.