"I assume that you either haven't taken a course in classical Greek literature, or you didn't understand it." Sherlock said with more than a hint of annoyance.

"Hades- the Hades that ruled Hell before I took the title, lusted after a goddess named Persephone. He abducted her and took her to hell. She was found, and he was convinced to release her, but he tricked her into eating pomegranate seeds, and because she had tasted the fruit in Hell she was bound to it. She became the Queen of Hell and Hades' wife. She could only visit Earth during the winter, when the crops didn't grow. "

He sighed. "Since this had happened to the Hades before me, Moriarty, I was not aware of this. In my stupid mistake of trying to make you happy, I fed you in Hell. And now, you are bound to it like Persephone was."

He crossed his arms. "So, get used to a long stay."