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My Queen's third month in Hades became both colder and warmer all at the same time.

Late November and early December arrived like the applause inside an amphitheater. The semi-chilly nights grew unbelievably colder and dimmer for the mortals, who gladly prayed to Demeter for the plentiful harvests reaped. Rainfall and frost mixed in together, indicating the harsher months of winter would arrive on schedule, compelling families to prepare.

Philos and I relaxed in our thrones as soul after soul would be judged by either Minos, Rhadamanthus or Aeacus, and we would provide final judgement for them. Most contested souls were not of high importance. The only few interesting mortals who amused us were those who pleaded that they did not deserve to be here, despite how elderly they all were.

The following nights, we would cuddle or make love, or listen to music or play new games Philos learned in his time with his mother. One favorite of ours involved both of us trying to outwit the other in countless rounds of chess, and whoever lost each piece would then remove a single article of clothing.

"Are you chilly, my Queen?" I teased the red deer, now wearing only an undergarment that showcased the fur on his lithe, almost naked body. "Shall I have the servants give you a blanket?"

Philos giggled, shivering. "Not yet, Hades. You have yet to beat me!"

A few moves later, I snickered in lust at the sight of my lithe husband slowly stripping down his undergarments, revealing those cute spots of fur around his shriveling sexuality. Sitting back into the cushioned chair behind him, Philos would not concede defeat just yet. Not when he had a few knights left to defend his king and queen.

Claiming checkmate soon after, I would push aside the pieces and let him desperately descend on my manhood. Following little resistance, his walls spread around it and sent electric pleasure up his entire body. He was sure eager to let me share my victory and warmth with him. Not that I would ever deny such privileges to my Queen.

"Ah, ah," he moaned like a virgin, "Nhh, Hades!"

"Mfh," I answered in feral grunts, "P...Philos! Nnh!"

I felt him climax all over my chest, painting my pectoral muscles and robes in his hot seed as mine drenched into his receiving rear end. His tail wiggled happily at the sensation while I panted. With a snap of my fingers, a servant gave us wet towels and new clothes before Philos and I kissed, then resumed another game.

We never kept count.

As the frost finally began to settle later into December, Zeus called all the gods to a symposium on Mount Olympus, to discuss the possibility of another mortal war. I was not surprised when my brother also invited me and my Queen to his home, considering our roles in the underworld. Philos was more than eager to visit the heavenly domain once more.

I tried my best to remain optimistic during the chariot ride there. As always, each time I brought us to the top of the gargantuan mountain unseen by mortal eyes, Philos gaped in awe against the howling winds. At the height of this stone highland that stabbed through the clouds, at the large crystalline palace sitting upon the mountaintop, and at the water and dripping sunlight surrounding the magnificent castle of Mount Olympus.

Pillars of crystals and marble lined the courtyard entrance, while chromium servants tended to my chariot and undead horses as me and Philos entered past the Gates of Olympus.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Philos called to a nearby servant, "Thank you!"

The fox-shaped servant said nothing, only wagging its tail at the compliment.

Several palaces and dwellings lined the mountaintop, each catered and furnished to a resident both old and new, with the largest and grandest of these divine mansions resting on the peak. My nephew Hephaestus, the talented God of Blacksmiths and the Forge, created all of the furnishings, sculptures and artwork on Olympus, inventing the chromium sculptures to move and act in the place of cupbearers, servants and food-bearers. The two 'sculptures' accompanying us to Zeus' celestial hall were a handsome crow and a beautiful tigress, all clothed no doubt either by Artemis or Hera.

Speaking of which, once my Queen and I arrived at the celestial hall to find the glass thrones of my brother and sister-in-law empty, yet we heard them arguing over in the adjacent andronitis ahead. We awkwardly entered the decorated symposium room to the sight of a lavishly ornamented vixen with bright red and white fur, angrily pointing a clawed finger at her wolfish husband as the rest of the gods surrounded them in pillowed couches.

"I know you have slept with Io again, Zeus!"

"Hera, did I not make a promise I would never pursue her?"

"Yet you were wandering off again! Tell me who you met this time!"

"Why? So you can kill them like you always do?"

"You admit to it then!"

Philos motioned me to follow him to an empty couch. Zeus continued to defend himself and his latest lover for the day as Hera listed every instance the eagle-winged timber wolf broke their vows of marriage. I felt tempted to mention the ones she had either missed or was unaware of, but the last burden I ever wanted was provoking the Goddess of Marriage herself into castrating me.

Luckily, Athena rose from her couch to audibly greet us.

"Uncle and Aunt!" the female owl hooted happily. "Father, mother, they are here."

Zeus and Hera turned to us with slight bewilderment, with the wolf giving a curt nod while the vixen forced a smile across her muzzle before straightening her headfur and dress. She then seated back to her couch without another word or acknowledgement.

"Welcome, brother!" Zeus laughed boisterously, walking over to nudge my elbow. His eyes momentarily traveled to Demeter (thankfully seated on the other side of the room), now deep in conversation with Artemis, and my Queen beside me. "I did not think you would come."

"Today's discussions are important," I dryly surmised, "are they not?"

"Philos!" the wolf hugged the red deer with enthusiastic strength. "How has your time in Hades been this cold winter?"

Despite seeing his mother, resentful and depressed from her seat across the grand andronitis, Philos still smiled the brightest of smiles.

"My husband or our kingdom?" he hugged Zeus back, giggling. "It has been nice to return to Hades. We have kept ourselves occupied throughout the past days."

"Is it ever dark or boring down there?" Dionysus, still drunken and disheveled, drank from the beloved kantharos latched in his paws. He then hiccupped, "Sorry if--hich--I offend you, Uncle!"

"There is nothing to offend, Dio." Philos ruffled the panther's headfur. "You would be surprised how imaginative your uncle can be. And how beautiful our domain is in wintertime. You would have fun with this sculptor my husband has employed for our garden, Hephaestus."

The muscular, red-furred and bearded folf nodded with interest. Yet before my nephew could ask about the possibility, Zeus called for the symposium conference to finally begin.

As always, Philos lay on the couch in my arms. Much to his mother's dismay every year.

The first time this ever did occur happened years ago, not long after I wed the red deer to be my husband and Queen of the Underworld. The tension between me and Demeter was stronger back then, while my love for Philos hardly dimmed. After we entered together, I wholly expected him to join his mother when she approached us.

"Have a seat then," she brightly encouraged him.

He did. But not beside her. Instead, Demeter's own son soundly sat in my arms.

When it happened, my triumphant laughter nearly frightened the other gods to death.

While the chromium sculptures served us ambrosia and nectar mixed into the finest of mortal wines, the topic of discussion revolved around the Persians. They had already begun to invade the beach shores of Greece, and although Ares seemed enthusiastic of war, it did not considerably please all of us. Once the city-states of Thebes, Athens or (gods forbid) Sparta started to involve themselves in repelling these invaders, it would affect all of us.

The discussion turned to debate and eventually an almost violent quarrel when Artemis and Aphrodite began to argue about their ideals. The Dove Goddess of Love claimed the Silver Wolf Goddess of the Hunt repeatedly deceived worshippers into vowing chastity, while each lost sight of how childish their grievances were. Thankfully though, Apollo quietened them by playing another heavenly tune he composed the night before on his golden lyre.

The Golden Wolf God of Music and the Sun always knew how to make peace.

During break, I somehow found myself speaking to Poseidon about the tsunamis he caused recently. The brawny, bearded otter, embarrassed and abashed at first, later privately confided to me how he 'polished his trident' too impatiently in his sleep that very morning. Amphitrite luckily managed to calm her husband and the ocean in their bed.

"It certainly helps how flexible and nimble otters are," the Sea God joked.

A disgusting conversation, to say the very least.

I later discovered Philos happily talking to my nieces and nephews in Hera's garden, protected from the cold snowfall by stainless glass surrounding the balcony, placing flowers in their headfur and ears under Helios' light. Although I slightly regretted enduring Demeter's hateful glares and the incessant chatter of nonsense echoing throughout Zeus' palace, it was my Queen who made it worthwhile. Seeing him dance with Dionysus to Apollo's lyre and even cracking a small smile on Hera's muzzle made me feel back to the day I first saw Philos.

Following a delicious dinner, the topics of discussion became more nostalgic, from feats we've each achieved to mortals who interested us. Zeus wisely kept himself silent throughout conversations of the latter.

Relaxing into my arms, Philos aptly listened as a pupil would to a mentor's storytelling. I followed the parts that did not bother me much. Hermes and I talked of a few interesting mortal souls, both good and bad, who told us how they were affected by various wars and disasters, persevering through the worst. The Rabbit Messenger of the Gods told some of these tales better, allowing me to focus on the comforts of my Queen.

"Remember Sisyphus?"

I groaned lowly. "Do not remind me of that mortal, Philos."

"Such a terrible host," Zeus chuckled in deep amusement, "but he did put you and your Queen through some turmoil."

"Do not forget me," Area growled grumbily at the memory of the king.

"Yes, forbid us from there being a lack of death in war while Thanatos was chained," I rolled my eyes. "Truth be told though, he fooled us all too much that day, so the punishment given to him is only mercy compared to what else is possible."

"Rolling that rock up and down the hill repeatedly does sound tedious," Hermes commented. "Indeed, such a brutal yet creative punishment, Uncle."

"In all honesty, dear nephew, I thought of Sisyphus' eternal punishment," Philos clarified to the Messenger God, earning wary, surprised looks from the others. "The fool was audacious enough to lie how his wife refused to give proper burial, toyed with my kindness and thus avoided his fate longer than was allowed. Any mortal to dares to manipulate my emotions, or that of any goddess, deserves the cruelest of divine punishments."

"Fine words, Philos!" Artemis raised a cup.

"You speak the truth!" Aphrodite giggled with her own cup.

"Do not worry, my Philos. I promise you that no foolish mortal shall ever lie or deceive you again, for such an act would mean he deceived me..." I kissed the deer, turning his head and pulling him to my lips. "I love you, my Philos. My beautiful Queen. You are what makes me smile on the brightest, ugliest of days."

"I love you too, my Hades," he pecked my lips once more. "My handsome King."

Neither of us dared to glimpse at Demeter. Lest we sense her incurring wrath that could put Hera's to shame.

"Why do you not speak to me like that, Zeus?" Hera demanded an answer from her husband. "Am I not your beautiful queen of Olympus?"

"O-Of course you are..." the idiotic wolf god trailed, "...my beautiful, wondrous queen?"

A few of the gods tried not to laugh aloud, and instead delved into further stories until the nighttime slowed to a steady presence. Apollo left to allow Helios in descending from the sky, telling us all it was best to return.

"It was wonderful for you to come..." Zeus trailed off, curling his tail before brightening his smile, "...brother. You as well, Queen Philos."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Zeus," the deer smiled back. "Maybe we could all have another symposium in Hades' Palace?"

Besides Dionysus, Athena and Hermes, the other gods present visibly stiffened at such a thought. Demeter especially glared disbelieving disgrace at me, like I suggested such an idea.

"We can discuss such a possibility in the future, perhaps?" I spoke for their behalf, curling my tail slightly. "My husband, it is getting late. We must depart now."

"Very well," he nodded once, solemn yet hopeful. "Until next time, my friends."

We bid a temporary farewell to the other Olympians, who each hugged the deer after firmly shaking my black-furred paw with some slight hesitation. Demeter did not concede is letting Philos free from her embrace until Artemis stepped in to pry them both apart with her huntswoman's strength. I offered an apologetic glance to the owl, and immediately left with the deer before Demeter could be given further opportunity to pout or murder me with her eyes.

Once we entered the chariot graciously given to us by Hephaestus' inventions, Philos and I held each other as my horses carried us back to the Underworld.

"Is there something dwelling in your thoughts, my King?"

"...it is nothing to concern you, my Queen."

"It is always my concern when you are saddened, and I am still beside you."

Philos's thumb softly caressed my paw as the wind blew in our muzzles.

"...the gods adore you, but they still greatly fear me."

"They respect you, Hades."

"And fear me," I sighed in miniscule melancholy, leaning against my Queen as he wrapped arms around my broad waist. "I do not blame them in all honesty."

"Me as well." Before I was able to speak out and question why he thought so, Philos explained to me, "You are Hades, God and King of the Underworld. They fear you because you are as strong and powerful as Zeus himself, yet restrain yourself from lust, jealousy or anger. You are respected because even the Titans and denizens of Tartarus are too terrified of your authority--and mine--to ever attempt escape from their imprisonment. You perform the duties Zeus and Poseidon cannot perform, and they fear how you're capable of enduring it. They love you as well, and care about you."

I could not help myself from laughing. "How would you know of that?"

Philos giggled, then kissed my nose. "Because when you came to Zeus for advice in making me your beloved, he did not hesitate to help. He did not turn you away."

A soft smile formed across my muzzle. "He did not..."

All those many years ago, as much as I dreaded Demeter's wrath as well as abducting the male deer I loved from afar, apologizing to Philos after the act was completed, Zeus knew how to raise my spirit. And when Demeter demanded her son/daughter returned to her, denying even a single blade of grass the ability to grow, it was Zeus who planned the compromise allowing Philos and I to remain married by default.

And I could not thank him enough for it.