Hades swallowed hard as the goddess took his hand. Her overall excitement was something so foreign to him, and he wondered for himself if he could ever express that same happiness. He also wasn't quite used to the physical contact, and his dark eyes lingered on their touching hands. For a second, it felt like his hand was someone else's, not part of him. On top of that, he was sure it would be impossible for him to turn any redder. His cheeks had surpassed the heat of Apollo's sun long ago.
The pale god cleared his throat and looked away as he regained his composure.
Just stay focused, stay cool. Death, darkness, eternity. Death, darkness, eternity. Whew...
"Well then, here we go," he said, closing his eyes for a moment before shooting a glance at Artemis. "Umm...it'll be cold and dark. Well, colder and darker than it already is...just, be prepared..."
He made a swirling motion with his free hand, and a black mist circled around the two deities, bringing along a chill with it. Soon, the lines of dead souls were completely obscured by the blackness. It only took a few seconds for the black mist to dissipate, revealing the large, grandiose, golden gates of Elysium. But to Hades, just those few seconds being close to Artemis made him feel a peace that he hadn't felt for a long while. He didn't quite want it to end.
The gates of Elysium seemed to stretch upwards infinitely, and each of its bars were intricately decorated. Past the bars, the lavish, bright garden that marked the entrance was visible, as well as figures clothed in crisp, white robes conversing and mingling.
"Here we are, then," he said. He began to take a few steps forward, his pale hand still lingering on Artemis's.