The Story of
Hades and Persephone
Prologue
Once upon a time in Greece, there was a beautiful young girl
named Persephone. She was the daughter
of Demeter, who was the goddess of the harvest.
Persephone was a girl who was full of light, laughter, high spirits,
youthful vigor, and most of all, beauty.
Instead of spending time on Mount Olympus with the other gods, mother
and daughter would spend most of their time on Earth instead. Persephone loved nature, and so she’d always
be found frolicking in the flower-laden fields with her friends.
It was this light, laughter, and beauty that drew the affections
of the grim, dark Hades, Lord of the Underworld. He’d been very lonely for a long time in his
dark and dreary palace under the world, and one day upon gazing into his
reflecting pool, he first laid his green eyes upon the lovely maiden. The rest, as it was said, was history.
Many know the story that they were told: Hades kidnapped
Persephone and made her his bride. Her
mother, in grief for her lost daughter, made mankind suffer with her as bitter
cold descended upon the world. Zeus,
taking pity on them, said that Persephone could leave Hades with one condition:
that she eats nothing of the food of the dead.
Hades knew this, so he managed to persuade the young girl to eat
something for her return trip to Earth.
Unfortunately for her, she did not know of the condition, so she ate
four pomegranate seeds before she left.
When she went back to Earth, she found that since she had eaten those
pomegranate seeds, she would have to return.
Again taking pity on mother and daughter, Zeus managed to make a
compromise. For each seed that was
eaten, Persephone would spend one month down in Hades, and the rest of the year
she would spend on Earth. It is during
those four months that winter would fall on mankind, the world suffering
Demeter’s grief.
What would surprise everyone was the fact that Hades did,
indeed, win the heart of fair Persephone.
The story I tell now is how exactly that surprising (and, thought by
many, to be impossible) feat was accomplished.
Chapter One
The day was sunny and bright, and a beautiful young girl, along
with her friends, were running and laughing through a colorful field of
flowers. They all had baskets on their
arms, and all were laughing gaily as they ran through the field. This beautiful young girl stopped laughing,
and squinted just a bit at something far away.
She shielded her eyes from the sun in order to get a better view.
“Persephone, I think it’s time for us to go home”, one friend
said. “The sun is going to go down soon,
and our baskets are overflowing already.”
“Oh…I think I see a narcissus”, she cried happily, ignoring her
friend’s comment. “Go on without me, I’m
going to go get it!!” She ran over to
the patch of field where she thought she saw the flower, and knelt down on the
fragrant grass. She picked the flower,
and held it to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent, her eyes drifting closed and
a gentle smile stretching over her face.
Oh, how she loved flowers!! Her
own basket was overflowing, and she laid the blossom amongst the other blossoms
that were there. She saw a few other
beautiful blossoms that she liked, so she began to slowly pick them and lay
them carefully into her basket.
She didn’t notice the rumbling at first, but when she heard it,
she disregarded the sound in favor of the beautiful flowers that were in front
of her. But the rumbling grew louder,
and the ground began to shake. She
stood, picked up her basket and took a few steps, but the ground’s shaking grew
so much that she fell backwards on her bottom, dropping the basket. A few of the blossoms fell on the grass out
of the basket just as the ground opened.
She merely watched, wide eyed, as suddenly a huge chariot came
out from the enormous hole in the ground.
The horses it was attached to were massive, black horses with red eyes
that snorted fire. The chariot itself
was a dark gray metal. As imposing as
the chariot was, it was nothing compared to the driver.
The driver himself was a frightening vision. A massive giant of a man, with eyes that glowed
with green fire. Ink markings sleeved
his arms, and auburn hair flowed out from the black helmet that was on his
head. Garbed in black, his legs bare
save for a pair of sandals laced up to his knee, he truly made a picture of
imposing authority.
Her eyes darted to her basket, which was now fodder for the
horses’ pawing hooves. The narcissus
that she’d been so intent to get was now crushed, which broke her heart. She shed a tear for the now ruined flowers,
and then looked back to the driver of the massive chariot.
They locked eyes for what seemed like forever. It was as if his gaze cast a spell on her,
and she took a tentative step forward.
He then blinked, making the fog in her head clear. She shook her head, and her eyes widened in
horror as he turned his horses in her direction. She turned and began to run, hearing to her
terror the horses’ thundering hooves behind her. Her legs took her as fast as they could take
her, but the horses quickly gained on her.
She felt a hand grasp her arm firmly and pull her into the cab of the
chariot, making her scream.
The massive driver held her wriggling form firmly to his large
body with one arm, and drove the chariot with the other. He turned the horses around and drove back
through the hole in the ground, the hole closing up behind him. Her scream was silenced as the ground sealed
itself, the only evidence of the encounter being her basket, and the crushed
flowers beside it.
Hades, the driver of the chariot, knew he was being rash. He also knew that there would be serious
repercussions to his actions, but one look at the young girl who was wriggling
frantically in his arms, he also knew that he would
not change a single action he’d taken today should he have the chance to change
them.
The girl continued to scream and try to desperately release his
iron grip, but it was to no avail. She
stopped to look up at him, breathing heavily.
There were tears in her eyes, and for a moment, she looked as if she was
dizzy. A moment later, her head flopped
limply backward as she fainted.
Hades gazed down at her now thankfully still form as his chariot
slowed and stopped at his Underworld Palace’s stall. Her golden hair was tumbling down her back in
waves, and her body, though inadvertently, was pressing up against his. Her skin was warm from the sun, the heat
soaking into his own body. Unable to
help himself, he bent his head and hovered his nose a
millimeter from the skin of her neck, and inhaled deeply. She smelled of warm honeysuckle.
Growling, he swept her up and alighted from his chariot, and
walked through the palace, carrying her as if she were a rag doll. He carried her throughout his palace until
he finally arrived at his own bedchambers, and gently lay
her on his bed. His bed was draped in
dark, muted colors, and it was as if she were a light source in herself,
seeming as if she were glowing on the dark silk.
He set up a chair in the shadows in the corner of the room, and
made himself comfortable. He merely sat
there, watching her, her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Her left hand was draped over her belly, and
her right hand was resting right next to her face. He waited there for a good
three hours until she finally woke.
Chapter Two
Persephone’s eyes fluttered a moment, before they fully
opened. She put a hand on her forehead,
nursing a throbbing in her head. She
then sat up, massaging her forehead for a bit, before memory sank in. She looked around with her eyes wide, her
head moving slowly from side to side as she took in her new surroundings. Slowly, she went to slide off the bed, not
once noticing the figure that was hiding in the corner, the shadows hiding him
effectively. She jumped, yelping when
she heard a voice speak, seemingly from the air.
“You’ve finally awoken”, the voice said, the deep baritone
startling her.
She jumped back into the middle of the bed, and backpedaled so
she was cowering against the headboard. “W-where
am I?” she asked fearfully.
“You need not worry”, the voice replied. “You’re in my home.”
“Who are you? What do you
want with me?” she asked frantically.
She cowered even more against the headboard, trying to make herself as
small as possible.
She saw someone moving in the shadows, and a moment later the
figure made itself visible. Her eyes
widened when she saw the driver of the chariot.
The man moved slowly, as one would move in front of a frightened deer as
not to startle it. He moved until he was
standing at the foot of the bed. He didn’t
say a word as he looked at her. After a
long moment, he finally spoke.
“It seems in all my haste that I forgot to introduce myself”, he
chuckled. He then gave her a small,
formal bow. “My name is Hades, God of
the Underworld, at my lady’s service.”
“U-underworld?” Persephone squeaked. “Am I dead?”
“No, you’re not”, Hades said.
“Then why did you bring me here??” she asked.
“I could tell you that I brought you here to be my captive, but
that wouldn’t be true”, he replied. He
slowly sat down on the corner of the bed.
She couldn’t help but notice that predatory twinkle in his eyes
as he sat down.
“I brought you here because I have been searching for a bride
for a very long time”, he continued. “It
just so happened that a while back I was looking through my reflecting pool, and
I had beheld the most enchanting creature that my eyes had ever had the
privilege to see.” In a flash, she found
herself on her back on the bed, his large form pinning her there. “The very moment that I saw you, I knew that
my search was over. I knew that I had to
have you, no matter what it took.” His
enormous hands began stroking her sides, making her whimper, and look up at him
with tear filled eyes.
“P-please let me go”, she whispered, gasping softly when she
felt his hands still stroking her sides.
His face turned grim. “I’m
sorry, but I can’t allow you to leave”, he replied. “I can’t chance allowing you to slip through
my fingers.” His hand went up her side,
over her neck, and up to cup her face. “Beyond
reason, I have fallen for you, Persephone.
I was resigned to settling for mere companionship instead of love, but
then I saw you.” His eyes began to roam
over her face, down her neck, and he had to raise his body up just a bit to
roam over the rest of her. “The fact
that you are exceedingly beautiful is merely a bonus.”
“I…I can’t stay here”, she cried desperately, beginning to
struggle again. Her struggles only made
him hold her wrists to either side of her head.
“I can’t stay here in the darkness!!”
“Many believe that it is very dark down here”, Hades said
softly, “But there are many things you do not know about the Underworld.”
“I-I don’t care!!” she cried.
“You can’t keep me here!! I want to go home!!”
“How can you go home, when the preparations are so very close to
being completed?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. At her gaping expression, he continued. “When I said that I wasn’t going to allow you
to slip through my fingers, I meant it.”
His hands resumed in stroking her sides, making her wriggle more. “How can a wedding happen without the
beautiful, blushing bride?” His hands
settled on her hips as he looked down at her.
Her face was flushed from exertion, and her eyes were wide. Her plump lips were slightly parted, and her
chest was heaving in trying to catch her breath.
The pull that made him close the gap between them was far too
strong for even Hades to resist. He was
helpless against it as he dipped his head and kissed her as thoroughly as he
could.
The very moment that his lips touched hers, sparks ran all
through her body, and to her surprise, they weren’t unpleasant sparks. She began to wriggle again as his mouth
thoroughly ravaged hers, and for a completely different reason. Little squeaks issued from her mouth as his
lips removed themselves from hers, and trailed little kisses over her jaw and
down her throat. His hands were now
roaming upwards to cup her full, heaving breasts, his face nuzzling and
suckling at the flesh there.
‘Mother…’, she thought, trying desperately to
resist the power his hands and lips had on her, ‘Mother, help me!! Please…help me!!’
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile, Demeter, who was on Mount Olympus, heard her daughter’s
desperate pleas as she was resting in the Palace’s Garden, with her eyes
closed.
‘Mother…Mother, help me!! Please…help
me!!’
Demeter’s blue eyes snapped open wide. “Persephone!!”, she
breathed.
She then ran out of the Palace’s Garden.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Persephone was a mere split second away from succumbing to his
charms, when he suddenly wrenched his lips from her sweet, soft skin, growling,
and was now standing at the foot of the bed with his back to her.
“I’m sorry”, he panted, his own breathing as hard as hers
was. “Forgive me…please know that it was
not my intention to maul you as soon as you awoke.”
She merely raised herself on her elbows, her hair disheveled,
and her face even more flushed than it was before. Her skin was still just the tiniest bit moist
from his tongue tasting her flesh just above the collar of her dress. Her body was still tingling from what his
hands and lips were doing to her just moments before.
He looked on her again, his green eyes darkened to near
black. “Were circumstances different, I’d
most assuredly jump back into this bed with you, but seeing as we’re so close
to our wedding, I thought that it would be prudent to wait.” His eyes did another once over on her body,
this time lustful, and continued. “If
you’ll excuse me, there are some last minute details I must oversee.” Before he could jump back into the bed and
thoroughly ravish her, he stalked out of the room, leaving a confused,
frightened, and altogether frustrated Persephone behind.
Chapter Three
Demeter raced through the Celestial Palace, and ran to her room
as she waved her hand over her reflecting pool.
What she saw made her immortal blood run cold.
Her friends were calling her name, the sky behind them
dark. Demeter watched as one of them
gave a panicked cry, and the others ran over to her. She, along with those who were searching saw the
basket and the crushed flowers. Closing
her eyes, she concentrated, and upon opening them, she was standing beside
them.
“What’s happened to my daughter??” Demeter cried.
“We were picking flowers this afternoon”, one said, looking
panicked, “When I said that it was time for us to go because it was getting
dark.” The girl looked positively shame
faced as she faced the goddess, who was growing angry. “She told us to go on ahead, because she had
seen a narcissus. We’d gone on ahead
because she told us to, but hours went by and she hadn’t shown.” She looked up at Demeter. “I swear to you, we didn’t see anything. If we had, we’d have come straight to you!!”
Demeter’s rage grew. “Why
did someone not stay with her??” she roared.
“Why did you leave her alone here??”
Her friends stood, mute, as they stared at their shoes, looking
equally as shame faced as their other friend.
Demeter ran a hand through her own blonde hair in
frustration. “Don’t just stand there”,
she snapped. “Keep looking!!”
The girls scattered as they, along with Demeter, searched every
inch for Persephone, but she did not answer to her calls.
‘Persephone!! Persephone, where are
you??’, she called
through their mental link.
‘M-Mother?? Mother, help me!! Please!!
He has me, and I can’t get out!!’
‘Who?? Who has you, Persephone??’
‘Mother, please hurry!! He’s coming!!
Please come get me!!’
‘Persephone, for me to help you, you
must help me!! Now, WHO has you??’
Persephone’s please continued, despite Demeter’s attempts to get
her to talk.
‘Mother, PLEASE!! I don’t think I can
resist him for long!! Please take me home!!’
The girl’s voice grew even more panicked. ‘Mother, he’s here!! Please, please come
get me!!”
‘Persephone, please TELL ME!! WHO HAS
YOU??’
‘Mother, it’s
HIM!! It’s-‘
Demeter became startled as the connection to her daughter was
suddenly cut off. Try as she might, she
couldn’t restore it.
‘The only ones who can cut off my
connection is a God’ Demeter thought frantically.
She had to get back to Olympus.
She just KNEW that Zeus would be able to help her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Persephone gaped up at Hades, who had returned to the bedroom
that she was in, with his arms folded, and smirking down at her.
‘Mother?? MOTHER?? Mother, can you
hear me?!’ Unfortunately, no
matter how many times she tried to reach her mother again, the connection was
broken.
“Now, I can’t have any nosy bodies interrupting my future bride’s
rest, can I?” he asked. He slowly walked
up to the bed as she slowly backpedaled up to the headboard. With that same slowness, he sat down on the
corner, and began crawling up the bed, stalking her every move. “Now, my dear, just WHERE exactly was I when
other duties called me away?” He got her
on her back again, and was pinning her there with his huge body. “Hmm, now I remember. Right about…here.” He then attached his lips to the skin right
above where her left breast disappeared underneath her dress, and suckled
gently, his hands roaming over her.
“B-but…but y-you said…”, she gasped,
her body involuntarily arching into him.
Those pesky, insistent sparks went through her again at his touch.
“I know”, he half growled, half groaned against her skin. “I was going to stay away from this room for
the rest of the night, but I couldn’t seem to do it.” He dragged his lips up her neck to a spot
right behind her right ear, making her squeak, her body bucking into him. This made him growl a bit louder, and his
lips sealing on that spot behind her ear.
This made her wriggle more into him, which made him file this
information away in his mind for future use.
“I had…to taste…your soft…supple…and perfect skin again”, he continued,
punctuating each thought with a kiss to her throat. “I can’t stop…by Zeus, I can’t stop… I’m trying, Persephone. By the gods, I’m trying…” He sounded so
desperate as he continued to rain kisses over her skin.
She whimpered as his lips burned their trail into her flesh, not
even registering the fact that he was now moving his body so that he was
nestled comfortably between her thighs. She
yelped as he ground himself into her.
“So sweet”, he murmured, his hands roaming over her form still.
Her resistance melted away at that moment, her hands lifting to
run through his hair. Her mind whirled
as the sparks grew in intensity until fire was roaring through her veins. She gasped as she felt his hands tug at the
top of her dress, and suddenly felt his lips, mouth and hands over her now bare
breasts. Groaning, she arched up into his mouth as his palms reshaped the firm
mounds, the heat from his tongue flicking over her left nipple.
No matter how much he forced himself, he didn’t have the
willpower to stop what he was doing. He
continued to lavish this sort of attention on her for a little while before his
hands abandoned her breasts and moved downward to rest on her bare knees. His hands slid up her thighs, bunching the
fabric as they went, until he was nestling against the core of her, the heat
radiating from the spot making him dizzy.
He then began grinding himself into her even more, making little mewls
and yelps come out of her full mouth.
“Hmm”, he purred against her skin, “You make such interesting
sounds when aroused.”
His voice was like a douse of cold water over her head. She began to wriggle again, but he just held
her fast.
“No, please”, he said, sounding amused. “Don’t cease those delightful sounds on my
account.” He resumed his attentions on
her, and making her groan, and melt once again.
He ground into her repeatedly, making her cry out and shudder,
the fire in her bursting in a blinding flash of light behind her closed
eyelids.
He growled as she suddenly came apart in his arms, holding her
close as her shudders wracked her body.
By Zeus, if she was this receptive to this sort of touch, then he can
only imagine if he TRULY took her to his bed.
The very thought made his head spin even more than it had a few moments
ago. He felt her go limp, and looked
down at her as she looked up at him with wide eyes.
Persephone’s mind was reeling.
By the gods, that was unlike anything she’d ever felt before!! That feeling both thrilled her and frightened
her in equal measure. And what
frightened her most was that the feeling was given to her by the man who’d
kidnapped her!! Her breathing was coming
in pants as her body calmed.
He nuzzled her neck, as his hands and mouth continued to lavish
attention on her, his touch becoming more gentle and less frenzied as he did
so. His own desire was screaming to be
fulfilled, but he decided to wait on it.
It would be far sweeter if he waited…he just knew that the first time he
really took her was going to be EXPLOSIVE, judging by what had just happened.
He continued his chosen course, and just when it was getting
heated again, he heard a knock on the door.
“My lord”, an amused voice called through it. “There are still some things we have to go
over. And, unfortunately, it can’t wait.”
There were really few things that he loathed. Being interrupted while doing something
pleasant was top of the list. Growling,
he removed himself from his bride to be.
“Forgive me”, he grunted, thoroughly put out. “I believe that given what has just
transpired, I should sleep in a separate room.”
Giving her one last heated look, he quickly left, once again leaving a frustrated, and now thoroughly confused Persephone behind.
Chapter Four
“You have the WORST timing, Jason”, Hades growled as he walked
down the hallways to the Main Hall of his Underworld Palace. He had the object of his desires currently in
his bed, flushed, and actually receptive to his attentions, and he was forced
to tear himself away from her. He was
DEEPLY perturbed to say the least. He
may have even got to go even further with her than he had if Jason had not interrupted
him.
“Forgive me, My Lord”, Jason said, laughing at his friend. Ever since he had died about fifty years ago
at the age of twenty-three, Hades had seen him interact with others, and had
decided that he liked his spunk, so he took the young man under his wing. Of course, he still had a way to go yet, but
ever since then, Hades had become the man’s mentor,
friend, and confidante. “But you know
that I do these things to annoy you. I’d
have thought you’d be used to them by now.”
Hades glared at the young man that he looked to as a father
would to his son. Truly, Jason was a
thorn in his side, but truthfully, he would not have it any other way. Seeing as though the young man had died such
a painful (both emotionally and physically) death, his immortal heart went out
to the young man. Being murdered by the
woman he loved and her lover, he decided that the boy had deserved some
happiness, even though he was no longer alive.
Upon thinking some more on the boy’s past, he couldn’t help but
grin. He’d allowed him some measure of
revenge, by allowing him to haunt the pair to insanity, and to murder each
other. Every now and then, Jason loved
to go see them in Tartarus and torture them by
allowing them to see how happy he was being Hades’ protégé while the two of
them were tortured daily for their sins.
“I know”, he said finally, his anger dissipating and making him chuckle.
Jason’s laughing demeanor turned serious. “Are you sure this is wise, my lord?” he
asked.
“Are you questioning me, Jason?” Hades asked, turning to him and
raising an amused eyebrow.
“Always”, Jason said unrepentantly, and with a straight
face. “I understand your impatience, my
Lord, for she is a beauty that even Aphrodite would be jealous of, but should
this not be for the lady to decide?”
“You know me enough to see that I am not one to make rash
decisions”, Hades said, not pausing in his stride. “But I felt that this one had to be made.” He raised his eyebrow again, smirking. “Do not let Aphrodite hear you saying
that. She will be very angry with you.”
Jason kept up with his mentor, falling into step with him. “I wouldn’t dream of it, My Lord”, he said,
laughing. If there was anything that
Jason enjoyed more than tormenting the former love of his life, then it was
tormenting Aphrodite. Somehow, he felt
that it was HER fault that his former love was in his life at all. “Haephestus would
have my head.”
“That he would”, Hades chuckled.
For the rest of the evening, he oversaw wedding
preparations. In about two days’ time, the
beautiful, lively, and altogether tempting Persephone would become his bride.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Demeter stormed once again into the Main Hall of the Celestial
Palace. “Zeus!!” she cried. “Zeus, I need your assistance!!”
The man in question, Zeus, the God of the Heavens and the Earth,
walked into the room. His short gray
hair looked as if it was blown back by a fierce wind **Author’s Note: Yep. It’s Mr. ‘Wind Tunnel Tested Hairdo’ himself.
**, his swagger making it easy to pick him out of a crowd.
“What is the matter, Demeter?” he asked. “What’s happened?”
“My daughter”, she gasped as she skidded to a halt in front of
him. “My daughter has been kidnapped!!”
“Really?” Zeus asked, raising an eyebrow.
“But what’s worse is that the one who’s kidnapped her must be a
God, because my connection with her has been cut off!!” she cried. “My Lord, have you seen anything? Heard anything?”
“I’m afraid that I was very busy today”, Zeus said
apologetically. In truth, he had been
dallying with yet another mortal, but he wasn’t about to tell HER that. Or Hera, for that matter. Hera would skin him alive for straying. Again.
“I have seen nothing. But maybe
some of the other mortals who live in the area might be able to help. In the meantime, I shall do some asking
around to see if anyone has heard anything.”
Demeter shifted agitatedly.
“Do you think that YOU might be able to establish a link with her??” she
asked.
Zeus’s brow furrowed. “I
don’t know”, he murmured. “I shall try.” He closed his eyes, and reached his mind out
to the young woman. ‘Persephone’,
he called. ‘Persephone, can you hear
me?’
Only silence met his inquiry.
‘Persephone’, he tried
again. ‘Can you hear me?’
Still no response.
He tried to break the blockage with his mind, but the barrier
held fast. He did his best to find a
chink in the block so he could force his way through, but there was none to be
found. He opened his eyes, and
sighed. “The block is strong”, he
sighed. “There are not many who can
block even me so effectively.”
Demeter sighed. She
really did not want to wait until morning, but she had no choice. She went to her room, and tried to use her
reflecting pool again.
“Show me my daughter!!” she commanded.
The pool shifted and shifted again, but to Demeter’s
frustration, all she saw was inky blackness.
‘Persephone’, Demeter thought
desperately, ‘just hold on a little longer.
I’m coming, my love. I’m coming.’
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next day, just as the sun had begun to rise, Demeter and
Persephone’s friends began searching again.
It was hours until they came across a shepherd who was allowing his
flock to graze on the same field that Persephone had been taken from the day
before.
“Yes, I saw the maid”, he said when Demeter asked. “Pretty little thing, picking flowers, just
there, near the mouth of the cave.” He
took off his hat and ran a hand over his bald head. “It was unlike anything I’d
ever experienced. The ground began to
shake like nobody’s business. And then
it opened up, and this huge chariot came up from the ground, carrying the
biggest passenger I’d ever saw. They
looked at each other for a mere moment, then the girl began to run, scattering
all those pretty flowers she had. Those
big horses trampled all over them, and the man grabbed her up, and went right
back through that hole. The ground
swallowed them whole, and closed right up again.”
Demeter gaped throughout this whole story. “T-thank you”, she said lamely. She walked away to rejoin Persephone’s
friends, and all three began speaking at once.
“What did he say?” one asked.
“Did he give any information?”
“What happened?”
“When did it happen?”
“Who did this?”
Demeter merely looked at the three, and spoke in the iciest tone
that anyone had ever heard from her, mortal and god alike. And she put that
tone into only one word.
‘HADES.’
Chapter Five
Meanwhile, Hades was in his study, looking down at his own
reflecting pool.
‘So Demeter knows now’, he thought
wearily. Now the wedding would have to
be moved to tomorrow instead of the day after.
He knew that his barriers against Zeus would hold until at least that
long. Zeus always overestimated his own
talents. Just because the lot he had
drawn had given him the Underworld, it didn’t mean that he was any less
powerful than either Zeus or Poseidon.
Zeus had just been lucky that he got the Heavens, while Poseidon had
gotten the sea.
He just KNEW the annoying woman would never leave him alone
now. Her meddling had cost him in the past,
and he was not about to allow it to happen again. His choice in bride had nothing to do with
her, and she was just going to have to accept it.
At that moment, Jason walked into the open door of the
study. “My Lord”, he said, “She is
awake.”
Hades grinned then; a grin that had made many a maiden faint at
the sight of it. “Good”, he said, his
voice a husky growl.
“My Lord, I know I am pleasing to look at, but I have no
interest in men”, Jason said, laughing.
Hades’ glare didn’t last long, for he was laughing along with
him. “Go on, I know you have duties to
perform, people to torture.”
“Of course, of course”, Jason sighed. He laughed again before walking out of the
study.
Hades, meanwhile, walked through the Underworld Palace, and
slowed as he approached his bedroom. He
leaned against the wall right outside the door to regain his composure. After last night, his blood was still
thrumming and boiling in anticipation of their wedding night. He took a deep breath, and added a mental
slap to the face to remember himself for good measure, then walked in.
She was lying on her belly, her golden hair fanned out on the
black silk-covered pillow, her arms tucked under her. It looked like she had dozed off again, her
breath gently puffing on the pillow her head was now resting on. His eyes roamed over her form, and darkened
when he saw that one of the servants had given her a nightgown. The nightgown was white, and it was not too
sheer, but sheer enough for him to see her glowing skin underneath.
He sat down on the bed next to her, and braced his hand on it,
letting the weight of his upper body rest on his arm. He reached out and brushed away a stray
strand of hair that had fallen over her face.
Oh, how positively goddess-like she looked while she slept!!
The feeling of fingertips on her face made her eyes flutter
open. Upon remembrance of where she was,
her crystal blue eyes opened wide, and looked up at the massive figure that was
currently staring down at her, with his eyes filled to the brim with unquenched
passion.
“Good morning”, he rumbled.
“I trust you slept well.”
With only a frightened squeak in response, she slowly sat
up. This was a mistake, however, because
of her nightgown. She watched as his
gaze slid over her, and looked down to see what he was looking at. With a yelp, she grabbed the pillow and held
it over herself, a blush tinting her cheeks.
“What are you smiling at??” she hissed, seeing the slow, wicked grin on his face.
“Can a man not admire his bride to be?” he asked. “Speaking of, I’m afraid our wedding plans
will have to be moved forward, my love.
Certain events have forced me to hurry things along.”
“Certain events?” she asked warily. ‘Could Mother have found out what’s
happened, and where I am?’
“Yes, my love, certain events.”
He lay down next to her, shifting his weight onto his elbow, and gazing
down at her. He reached out and traced a
finger over her shoulder and down her arm, grinning internally at the miniscule
shudders that he felt racing along under her skin.
“My mother knows where I am, doesn’t she?” she whispered.
Hades’ eyes grew stormy. “Yes,
she does. Unfortunately.”
“I know that she-” Persephone’s sentence was cut off because
Hades had suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders and gave her a short, sharp
shake.
“I will NOT have that meddlesome wench get in the way!!” he
snarled. “She’s interfered in my affairs
far too many times!!”
Persephone yelped fearfully at his angry tone, making her shrink
away from him.
Hades blinked, his eyes clearing. He saw that Persephone was whimpering,
backing away from him in fear. He
grabbed her and held her close to him. “I’m
sorry, Persephone”, he murmured remorsefully.
“Forgive me. Please know that my
anger is not directed at you.” His hold
tightened on her just a little bit. “My
choice in a wife is not her business, and I shall make sure that she
understands that.” His hand began to pet
her hair affectionately. “Please forgive
me, my beautiful Persephone. I really
didn’t mean to scare you.”
This man’s moods swung so quickly and drastically, Persephone
thought to herself.
He seemed to gather himself, and let her go, clearing his
throat. It wouldn’t do for him to lose
control again…not so close to their wedding day. “You need to be fitted with your wedding
garb.” He extricated himself from her,
and stood. “You will be very busy
today. I’ll leave you to…dress.” At the word ‘dress’, his voice had gone
husky. Allowing his eyes to sweep over
her one more time, he turned, and stalked from the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Time was always a fickle thing.
It would always seem that when there was something to be excited about,
it would crawl about like a wounded and dying animal, seeming to slow more and
more until the day finally ended. But
when there was something that one dreaded, it would speed itself up as if it
were trying to win a race. And the
wedding was definitely something that Persephone dreaded.
The day had gone by in a blur.
She barely remembered being fitted for her wedding tunic, nor choosing
the courses for the banquet that was to be served at the reception. Before she knew it, her marriage to Hades,
God of the Underworld was only hours away.
Even those hours had sped by as she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep,
her mind and body completely exhausted from the events of the day, and also her
growing agitation. She had no idea that
when she slept, her groom hovered over her during the night, merely watching
the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
The sun rose, and she barely had time to truly awaken before she
was in the middle of the whirlwinds of the preparations. Her wedding tunic and her hair seemed to
have miraculously fixed themselves, and though it had seemed to be a blink of
an eye (in truth, it had been about four hours), before she was pronounced
Hades’ bride, the Queen and Goddess of the Underworld. Daunting as that thought was, there was one
that was even more so:
What was tonight going to bring?
As if sensing her thoughts during the banquet, Hades leaned down
to her, his voice a deep, rumbling purr.
“I truly hope you are looking forward to tonight as much as I am”,
he said. He felt her jump as he gently
rested a hand on her thigh.
Her mind was in such a whirl she had barely protested anything
that had happened today, even when asked for her acquiescence to the marriage.
“I would never harm you, Persephone. Please know that”, Hades continued softly,
squeezing her soft thigh in comfort. “I
assure you that you will be perfectly safe with me. I do not bite…unless”, he said, his eyes
twinkling devilishly, “you wish me to.”
Sparks ran through her again at the touch of his hand. By the Gods, how was she to resist his touch
if her own body betrayed her?!
It was a truly terrifying, yet thrilling thought.
Chapter Six
That night, Persephone was brought back to Hades’ chambers. Not as a captive, though. This time, she was brought there as his
bride.
‘What am I going to do??’ she thought,
looking around fearfully, her arms wrapping around herself against the chill in
the room. What was she going to do
now? She had always been a child of the
outside…of nature…of SUNLIGHT. How was
she going to survive here in the dark, cold, and colorless world she now found
herself in? ‘Oh, Mother, what should
I do?’ She sat on the corner of the
bed, her back turned on the door.
Were she facing said
door, she would have seen it open, with her new husband appearing in the
room. His bride jumped when a fire
suddenly blazed in the hearth, and spun around to look at him.
“I shall be sure to keep all hearths blazing to chase away the
chills in this Palace, if that is your wish”, Hades said quietly, walking up to
her. He placed his hands on her
shoulders, and delighted in the shiver that skittered underneath her skin.
At that moment, everything had caught up with her at once. She began to hyperventilate, taking deep,
wheezing gasps of air. Her dizziness
made her fall to her knees, her hand clutching at her chest, where her heart
was beating frenziedly.
“Persephone!!” Hades cried, rushing to her side and dropping to
his knees next to her. He tried to get
her to concentrate on him, but seeing him appeared to make it worse. He could only watch, helpless, as she
suffered her panic attack, and ultimately passed out.
He caught her before she could hit the floor completely, and
carried her over to the bed, lying her down carefully on top of it. He sat on the bed, and picked her up,
cradling her gently while she slept, and running his hand through her golden
hair.
Unlike last time, she didn’t sleep for too long. Only about fifteen minutes passed before her
eyes fluttered a bit, before opening fully.
“Are you all right?” Hades asked, his fingers still threading
through her hair, his voice thick with concern.
He then chuckled ruefully. “This
was not exactly what I had in mind for our wedding night.”
Persephone sputtered a moment, before speaking. “Everything hit me at once”, she said, her
voice still a bit breathy. She sat up,
while still in his lap, and put a hand to her forehead.
“Do you need anything?” he asked as she looked around. “Do you need some water, or a little
something to eat? You did not eat
anything at the banquet.”
“No”, she said. “I am not
hungry.” She didn’t fully realize exactly
where she was until she wriggled just a little bit while trying to still her
thudding heart, earning a growl from him.
She blinked up at him with wide eyes, a hot flush coming up over her
cheeks, as she felt something very solid prodding at her.
“I may be a God”, Hades growled softly, “But it does not prevent
me from reacting when an exceptional beauty such as yourself wriggles about in
my lap.”
Her blush deepening, she bounded out of his lap, and happened to
land in front of the still blazing fireplace.
She actually felt his eyes slide over her body, making her blush deepen
even more. She merely stood there as he
stood, and slowly walked over to her.
Her eyes were locked on his face as he placed his hands on her
hips. After a moment, one of his hands
abandoned its perch and hooked a finger underneath her chin, keeping her gaze
locked on him. She blinked as his brow
furrowed. At first, she didn’t know why
he was giving her that look, but a moment later, the finger hooking underneath
her chin lowered to her wedding tunic.
“What is this?” he asked, feeling the fabric between his
fingers.
“I…what?” she asked.
“What is this?” he asked again.
She blinked up at him again as he suddenly went to the door, and
opened it, bellowing his lungs out for someone.
When the person in question came in, she saw that it was the same woman
who had worked on her wedding tunic.
“What is this?” he demanded, pointing at Persephone.
Of course, the woman looked at him as if he had gone mad. “My lord?” she asked.
Hades went over to his new bride, and gently took her wrist,
pulling her towards the seamstress. “What
is this fabric?”
“I-it’s wool, my lord”, the seamstress replied. “It is cold in the Palace, and I thought that
she would like something to wear that would chase away the chill.”
Hades pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking deep breaths, he looked at the
woman. “I shall allow this to pass”, he
said. He then went to Persephone, and
wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“But from now on, nothing touches my bride’s delectable body but the
purest silk. Am I understood?”
The seamstress sighed.
God or not, he was like a spoiled child at times. “Yes, My Lord”, she said.
“Now go”, Hades said, his head dipping to nuzzle at Persephone’s
neck. “My bride and I wish to be alone.”
The seamstress scurried out without a word.
Persephone gasped softly at the feeling of his breath puffing on
her neck, chills running down her spine.
A squeak left her lips as she felt his lips press themselves on the skin
at her pulse point, her head moving to the side of its own accord to give him
better access. Her own breathing became
a little bit labored as his lips ran over her neck.
“Dare I even pinch myself to ensure that I’m not dreaming?”
Hades murmured. His hands began to explore
her form, and very slowly began removing her wedding tunic.
Persephone’s mind was in a fog because of the attention he was
paying to her neck, mostly the spot right behind her right ear. She melted into him, her head resting back on
his shoulder. She didn’t even realize he
was removing her clothes until she felt the flickering heat from the fireplace
on her now bare skin. Her eyes opened in
surprise when his hands glided over her bare body. Her soft gasp was swallowed when he gently
turned her head towards him and pressed his own lips to hers, and kissed her
with a thoroughly devastating slowness.
He turned her around, and stepped back, admiring her naked
body. “Jason was right”, he
breathed. “Beauty that even Aphrodite
would be jealous of.”
She bowed her head, wringing her hands in front of her. She and Aphrodite were good friends. Nobody really knew that the Goddess of Love
was really a very self conscious, insecure person who had nearly zero self
esteem. She would always try to boost
her friend’s self-confidence by downplaying her own looks.
Hades swept her up so that she was now eye-to-eye with him, and
kissed her breathless as he carried her to the bed. He gently bent so he could set her upon the
silken sheets.
His kisses lasted for what seemed an eternity, but it was only a
few moments before he let her go, hearing a whimper of protest come from
her. “You need not worry”, he said
huskily. “I shall rejoin you in a
moment.” With that, he began to disrobe.
Her eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from him as he slowly
removed his clothes, revealing an enormous, well defined, and thickly muscled
body. He obviously kept himself healthy,
his form looking as if it had been chiseled in stone. Once he was completely nude, her blush returned,
and she averted her eyes.
“Am I that repulsive to look at?” Hades asked amusedly.
Her blush deepened, and she said nothing.
Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, she saw him walk
towards the bed, and he began to crawl slowly over her, pressing kisses on her
body as he went upward. Little mewls and
whimpers came from her throat as he did this, until he got back to her
lips. He gently settled his weight on
her, and gazed directly into her wide, glazed eyes.
“Prepare yourself, my love”, he murmured, his hands stroking her
sides. “You are in for a long night.”
Chapter Seven
Persephone’s breath was stolen away from her again as he kissed
her, his hands abandoning her sides to stroke over her heated flesh. She felt his fingertips brush barely over her
belly, before stroking lower. Once
again, little mewls and squeaks made themselves known when she felt his fingers
brush over her most private and sensitive area, and began prodding at the slick
folds. Her lips detached themselves from
his, gasping as she felt his thumb find that secret throbbing spot that her
folds kept hidden. Her eyes were wide as
his thumb began to move, circling the little nub, making her hips wriggle a
bit. She gasped again when she felt a
thick finger slide inside.
“So ready for me…and I’ve hardly started”, Hades growled softly
in her ear, his mouth moving over her neck.
Her eyes widened even more as his fingers began to move, his
thumb pressing on the throbbing nub, and the finger that was inside her slowly
slid in deeper until it was up to his knuckle.
At this intrusion, she instinctively reached up to hold on to him, while
his finger slowly moved in and out of her.
Her mouth opened in an ‘O ’ of astonishment at
the fire that raced through her body, from her head, right down to her
toes. Her left hand was at the nape of
his neck, while her right was hanging on to his shoulders as those deliciously
wicked sensations that his fingers were causing intensified, making her hold
tighten on him. Her breathing started to
come in sharp, short gasps and startled cries as his movements increased in
speed. She vaguely felt his other hand
guiding her leg around his waist, and her other leg sort of complied, for it
wrapped itself around his waist too.
Hades growled softly as her legs wrapped around him. He abandoned his work on her neck, and went
downward to take a rosy nipple in his mouth.
He suckled avidly as his other hand wrapped around the other firm
breast, massaging and reshaping it in his large hand. Her skin tasted so sweet, and she was so hot
and slippery over his finger…it was taking everything he had not to just slake
his lust for his lovely wife right then.
“So sweet”, he purred. “So soft…”
He then moved to take her other nipple in his mouth, feasting on her voraciously.
She wriggled, her whimpers and cries
growing in intensity as she closed her eyes, her head falling back on the
pillow. She felt him increase the
pressure of his thumb, making her take gasping breaths of air. Out of nowhere, just like last night, the
pleasure he was creating within her suddenly reached its crescendo, making her
shriek a bit, her body trembling under him.
Hades groaned, watching her reach her peak, furiously working
his fingers until the last shudder passed and she went limp. To see her lose control was truly a thing of
beauty to behold. He removed his fingers
from her calming body, and raised them so he could taste the nectar that she
had coated his fingers with. He waited
until she looked at him, and then, very deliberately, he licked his thumb
clean. “So very sweet”, he
murmured. He put his finger just an inch
over her own lips. “Would you like to
see how sweet you taste?”
She clamped her lips and eyes shut, and turned away, blushing
furiously and earning a chuckle from him.
“Pity”, he said, and lapping up the rest of her release. “Well, more for me to enjoy, then.” He untangled himself from her long legs, and
began to once again press kisses all over her body.
By Zeus, she didn’t think she’d last too much longer if this
were the result!! But even that thought
was wiped away at the feeling of his lips moving all over her, accompanied by
his hands, making her writhe desperately on the silken sheets. She felt his lips leave her for a moment, and
opened her eyes, finding him settled between her legs. Her eyes widened. What was he DOING??
He looked up at her, grinning devilishly as he turned his head
and began to press kisses to the insides of her thighs, making her yelp as he
went higher.
“W-what…what are you-“
Before her question was fully out of her mouth, she cried out as
his tongue had swiped at the very spot that his fingers had been a few moments
ago. She gaped at him, with her eyes
wide, as he, without a word, used his tongue to do exactly what his fingers had
done. He lapped greedily at her folds,
his arms curled around her legs, and using his hands to hold her hips
down. He moved up a bit, his tongue
finding the little nub, and suckling on it, making her cry
out sharply. He was relentless,
exploring and tasting every crevice, driving her closer and closer to her
release, and suddenly feeling her bow up off the bed, not even making a
sound. Her essence flowed over his
tongue, and he eagerly lapped up every drop.
Not even ambrosia was this mouth-watering. He kept working his tongue until her last
spasm ceased, her body once again falling limply on the bed.
Persephone could not even breathe as her climax consumed her,
which was why she was unable to make a sound.
After what seemed an eternity, she finally breathed deeply, her breath
coming to her in gasps. She was vaguely
aware of him once again pressing kisses to her heated skin, working upward
until his lips once against captured hers.
The musky tang of her own release on his lips surprised her. Not because it was there, of course; more the
fact that she didn’t find it at all repulsive.
If anything, it seemed to inflame her senses more as he once again moved
between her thighs, positioning his body just so. Her body tensed as she felt something hot,
hard, and HUGE lying just on the inside of her right thigh. She was too far gone to protest as she felt
that same thing prodding just where his tongue had been.
His hands guided her legs around his large waist, his own
breathing coming labored. He’d denied
himself gratification since that first time, and, since hearing those
delightful sounds that came from her while she was being pleasured, he knew
that if he didn’t gratify himself soon, he’d surely go mad. He rubbed up her arms until his own fingers
laced with hers, and held them above her head.
He let go of one of her hands, and used his other to hold her wrists
above her head. He gripped his straining
length and prodded at her soft, slick folds with the tip. Pushing with his hips, he managed to pop the
swollen head inside, making him growl loudly.
He kept pushing, until he was halfway within her, and coming to a
barrier. Without preamble, he thrust
forward, breaking the barrier and making her scream.
The pain that had ripped through her was sudden and blinding,
making her scream and thrash about. She
tried to free herself from the iron grip that was on her wrists and hip, but it
was to no avail.
“You lied to me!!” she cried, tears leaking onto her
cheeks. “You said you…you promised…”
“You have to lie still!!” he replied, effectively holding her
down. “The pain is normal…you must trust
me!!”
“No!!” she whimpered, still trying to free herself, very much
aware that his big body was holding her down, and murmuring over and over that
the pain was normal, and that it was going to pass. Even now, the pain was passing, and was being
replaced by the feeling of being completely filled with something that was
pulsing seemingly with a life of its own.
Her tears ceased, and she gasped, as he stayed immobile for a few
moments more before pulling out experimentally.
He slid back in a second later, pulling another gasp past her lips.
His rhythm became steady, slow, and powerful, making her legs
tighten around him. His grip on her
wrists slackened, allowing her to cling to him, her previous fear forgotten at
the wickedly delightful sensations that were running rampant through her body. She whimpered and, unknowingly, was clawing
desperately at his back to urge him on.
Hades doubted that she knew that she was letting go, but he wasn’t
exactly caring at this moment as his tempo increased in speed, giving her what
she was so desperately begging for with her cries. It was surprisingly quick, but he felt her
inner muscles clamp down on him. He, in
turn, growled deeply in his throat as his own release came a few moments
later. He sagged on top of her for a
moment, before rolling onto his back, taking her with him. He allowed her head to rest on his chest,
allowing him to run his fingers through her hair. He gave her about a half an hour to rest,
being that she was new to this, before he had his wicked way with her all over
again.
It went this way throughout the entire night, until they both
collapsed from exhaustion, sated sleep pulling them both under.
Chapter Eight
It was well into the morning when Hades awoke. His body felt as if he’d done strenuous
manual labor the day before. Not that he
minded in the least, of course.
Participating in such delightful activities, he’d have been surprised if
he WEREN’T sore. He looked down at her,
and grinned to see that she was still snuggled against his large frame, her arm
draped over his waist. He knew that it
was only a matter of time before her meddlesome mother would get in the way, so
he decided to at least try to stay one step ahead for as long as he could. But, however, those thoughts would be ignored
for the time being.
He rolled over, gently getting her on her back again so he could
nuzzle at her flesh, making her moan sleepily.
Oh, but she DID make some delightful noises. Whether impassioned cries, sleepy sighs, or
frightened squeaks, each sound would tattoo themselves to his brain. She was so soft, so sweet, and so completely
delectable…it was very difficult for him NOT to take her…again.
He watched her sleep, her face a mask of peaceful slumber, as a
devilish thought came into his head. He
dipped his head to nuzzle at her flesh again, and opened his mouth, affixing
his lips around her nipple, and suckling gently. One hand began to wrap around her breast,
while the other molded and reshaped her other breast in his palm.
Persephone was feeling these delightful sensations again as her
hold on sleep lessened. She fully became
awake as she felt her husband’s body nestled gently on top of her, and his hands and mouth doing wicked things with her
body.
‘My Lord’, Jason’s voice
sounded through their link, ‘You have visitors.’
‘Tell them to go away’, he replied. ‘I’m quite…BUSY at the moment.’
‘My Lord’, Jason repeated,
this time urgent, ‘I’m afraid that this can’t wait.’
Hades sighed against Persephone’s breast. “Forgive me, my love”, he murmured. “I’m afraid that I shall have to delay our
honeymoon trip. I have something I must
take care of.”
Her fogged mind couldn’t conjure up any sort of response,
especially since he was still laving at her nipple with his wickedly long
tongue. All she did was whimper softly
when he went to move away from her, and then froze.
‘You know what, Jason? Send them in’, he thought, a
wicked idea forming in his head. Impish
grin firmly back on his face, he settled back into bed with her, and continued
to…’play’. “Never mind”, he purred.
She gasped as he moved between her thighs again, and promptly
slid inside, groaning at the fact that she was so quickly ready for him. His hips moved slowly and powerfully as she
whimpered again, wrapping her legs around his waist. The fire in her blood returned in full force
as he gripped her hips, growling deeply in his throat. She felt him shift in position, sitting up to
lean back on his haunches. He removed
himself from her, making her whine in distress, only to pull her so that she
was nestled in the cradle of his hips.
She cried out again as he once again made himself at home within her,
and soon began thrusting his hips again, this time faster and more urgent. She didn’t even try to resist, her hands
coming up to run over his broad chest.
Her back arched, her head thrown back as his fingers dug into the flesh
of her hips, his thrusts coming ever faster.
Hades suddenly felt an uncontrollable need to wrap his arms
around her, so he bent at the hips, and repositioned himself so that he was
more comfortable as he continued to thrust, his hips pumping hard. He reached to bury his hand in her hair, and
gently forced her to look at him.
Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, she suddenly released, shrieking
as her inner muscles clamped down on his hardness, making him groan loudly and
find his own release a moment later. Her
hands clung to his shoulders, (as much as they could anyways, because her arms
were pinned between them) as her body shuddered with the aftershocks. It took a few moments, but then her body
began to calm.
To watch her face as she found her ultimate pleasure was truly a
sight to behold. Cheeks flushed, eyes
glazed, lips parted…it truly was one beautiful sight. He settled on top of her again, his head
resting on her breast, and nuzzling at the flushed skin. He purred then, much like a contented jungle
cat. He began running his hands over her
again, ending at her breasts, squeezing and reshaping them in his palms as he
raised his face to nuzzle at her neck.
“Please…are you not sated yet?” Persephone whimpered pitifully,
wriggling just a bit underneath him.
His response was an evil chuckle; a chuckle that shot straight
to the innermost core of her. “With you
as my wife, I shall never be properly sated, Persephone”, he replied. He laughed again as she shifted until she was
on her side, hiding underneath the silk sheets.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but feel a
sense of hedonistic pleasure as she felt the silk of the sheets on her
body. It was almost as if…it were familiar
somehow. She gasped softly as his body
spooned up against hers. The covers were
removed from over her head, and his hand was gently guiding her face to
his. He kissed her thoroughly.
“But, alas, as much as I would love to continue such delightful
activities”, he purred, kissing her again, “I’m afraid that we are going to
have to postpone them.”
“W-why?” she asked, her mind once again becoming dazed at the
feeling of his huge body against hers.
“Because, dear heart, I believe”, he mumbled, nuzzling against
her skin, “That we have guests.”
At first, she didn’t understand what he meant, but then she felt
his hand guide her to face forward. Her
eyes widened at what she saw at the doorway.
“M-Mother…”, she whispered.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jason was guiding Demeter and Zeus to Hades’ room, and upon
hearing cries and shrieks from down the hall, they ran to where the sounds were
coming from, and opened the door, only to see Hades and Persephone in the
throes of what seemed to be a very intense coupling. They could only watch in shock (with Jason
dutifully turning his eyes away), as Persephone calmed, and Hades began
murmuring to her. When Persephone
finally noticed them, Demeter couldn’t help but see the emotions flicker across
her daughter’s face: confusion, horror,
shame, and fright. She looked to Zeus,
who was actually looking at Persephone with an interested eye.
‘I can see why Hades chose her’, Zeus thought.
Hades slid out of the bed, but not before making sure that
Persephone was properly covered from Zeus’ gaze. Not that it would have worked anyway, because
the silk clung to her every curve. He
turned to the two guests, and grinned lasciviously. “Good morning to the both of you”, he
said. He strolled to a closet,
unconcerned with his nudity, and slowly dressed himself.
Demeter rushed to her daughter, and enveloped her in a hug. “Persephone!!”, she
cried. “Oh, my darling, has he hurt
you??”
“N-no, Mother, I’m all right…”,
Persephone replied. She felt her mother
begin to pull her out of bed, but Hades was on them in a flash.
“NO!!”, Hades snarled, forcibly
wrenching Demeter’s grip off her, and shoving the meddlesome bitch away from
his wife. “You will leave my wife to
rest. She needs it after her busy day…” Hades’ face turned upwards into that same
lascivious grin. “…And night.”
Demeter gaped at the large man, and tried to go to her daughter
again, but Hades blocked her.
He let his hatred for the woman show on his face, before
softening his gaze, turning it to Persephone.
“Sleep now”, he said, his harsh tone gone, being replaced by a loving,
tender one, and gently guiding Persephone to lie down again. “We shall talk later.”
“Hades, was that really necessary?” Zeus asked as Hades guided
him and Demeter out of the room, frowning in severe disapproval.
“I shall not talk of this near prying eyes and ears”, Hades
said. He then led them to his study.
Chapter Nine
“Hades”, Zeus said, the disapproving frown still on his
face. “Hades, were such extreme measures
necessary?”
Hades sat back in his chair, looking at Zeus evenly. “Yes”, he said plainly. “Yes, they were.”
Demeter glared at him. “You
kidnap and seduce my daughter, and you expect me to just go along with it?!”
“My choice in wife has nothing to do with you, Demeter”, Hades
said.
“You…you…”, Demeter choked, unable to
find the words. “You…demon!! You foul, horrid demon!!”
“Could it be, Demeter”, Hades asked, his tone dangerously soft “That
you are jealous?”
“Jealous?!?” Demeter yelped, her eyes wide. “Jealous?!?!?
Why in Tartarus would I be jealous?!”
“Well”, Hades said, keeping that same tone, “I do seem to
remember rejecting the far too numerous advances of a certain goddess, who will
remain nameless…”
Demeter’s face purpled. “You
wouldn’t DARE use me to justify yourself for this!!” she roared. “And you have the temerity to use my daughter
against me!!”
“It was not I who brought her into this”, Hades said, leaning
forward in his chair, and glaring at her.
“You will very well remember-“
“Please, you two”, Zeus said exasperatedly.
“My Lord”, Demeter said, far too angry to continue arguing with
Hades, “Please, dissolve their vows!! It is obvious
that my daughter does not-“
“I can’t”, Zeus said quietly.
That proclamation halted Demeter in her tracks. “Wh-what? What do you
mean you can’t??”
“Exactly that”, Zeus replied.
“You must think of it from my position.
We lay down rules for the mortals to follow. If the mortals find that we have broken those
same rules that we expect them to obey, the results could be disastrous.”
Demeter’s mouth opened and closed, unable to find anything to
say. The horrifying thing was: Zeus was
right. “My Lord”, she finally said, her voice tinged with desperation, “Please, think of my
daughter!! You can’t mean to allow her to be left to Hades’ dishonorable
attentions!!”
“Hades”, Zeus said, turning to him, “I must question your
intentions towards the girl. Your
actions do not exactly speak favorably for you…”
“As always, your trust and faith in me is unwavering”, Hades
said bitterly. “I have not once asked
any of you for anything, nor have I ever done anything dishonorable in my
entire existence. And yet, everyone
insists on questioning my motives. I
wonder, is it because I am God of the Underworld? Because that job seems to lead everyone to
think the worst about me, and anything I do.”
Zeus shifted uncomfortably in his chair, while Demeter looked as
if she didn’t buy a word of it.
“I have married her, have I not?” Hades continued. “If my intentions were dishonorable, marriage
would have been the farthest thing from my thoughts.”
“M-Married??” Demeter gasped.
“Yes, married. You DO
know the term, don’t you?” Hades asked, slowly, as if speaking to a very stupid
person.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Hades”, Demeter snapped.
“I take it that you don’t, then”, Hades said, shrugging. “I guess you were not paying attention when I
called her ‘my wife’.”
Demeter growled wordlessly at him. Her mind was in a panic. How could she keep her daughter away from him
if he was her husband?!
Zeus sighed. “I’m sorry,
Demeter, but my mind is made up. Their
vows cannot be dissolved.”
“H-how do we know that this is not trickery??” Demeter
cried. “How do we really know that they
are married?!?”
“I assure you, we are”, Hades said softly. His mouth turned upwards in a small smile,
his voice softening even more until it was little more than a whisper. “Finally…after everything…” He seemed to clear his head of whatever
thought was running through it, and stared hard at Demeter. “And for YOU to accuse ME of trickery?! Don’t dare speak to ANYONE of trickery until
you look at yourself first!!”
“I did nothing of the sort!!!” Demeter cried, her face purpling
again. “I did only what I had to do!!”
“’Only what you had to do’???” Hades growled, his hands
clenching and unclenching, wanting to strangle her. “Your trickery cost me the most important
thing in my life!!”
They continued to argue, until Zeus had finally spoken.
“ENOUGH!!!” Zeus roared, silencing the bickering Gods. He glared at Demeter. “I have made my decision, Demeter, and you
are going to have to accept it!!”
“But, My Lord-“, Demeter cried.
“SILENCE.” That one word cut off her
retort efficiently. “Now, Demeter,
should I hear one hint of you trying to circumvent my decree, OR using any
sorts of means to try to take Persephone away from her husband, I shall make
sure that you regret it.”
Demeter could only puff up angrily, before getting up and
stalking to the door. She threw it open,
and froze.
“Persephone…”, Demeter said softly.
Hades was suddenly passing Demeter, and going to his new bride.
“Persephone, what are you doing awake?”,
Hades asked, his tone gently scolding. “I
told you that we would speak when you were rested…”
“I couldn’t fall back to sleep”, Persephone said quietly. She peered up at him. “What did you mean when you said that Mother
cost you something important?”
Hades’ jaw clenched. “That
is a conversation for another time, love”, he said, taking her small hand in
his and pressing a reverent kiss to the back of it.
Persephone looked behind her mother and her husband, and her
eyes widened. “My Lord”, she whispered,
kneeling as Zeus came up to them.
“Persephone”, Zeus said, embracing her. Even though he had found her extremely
attractive just a bit ago upon seeing her in bed, he only thought of the young
girl as a daughter. “Are you well?”
“Yes, My Lord”, Persephone replied softly. She allowed the elder to drape his arm around
her shoulders in a comforting way.
“Are you sure, Persephone?” Zeus asked, gently pulling her aside “Do you fear
for your safety in any way?”
Persephone blinked a bit at him, and looked back at Hades. “No”, she answered honestly. “No, I don’t.”
Zeus nodded. If
Persephone had feared for her life, then maybe he could have done something, but
since she didn’t… “All right, dear”, he said.
“Are you hungry?” Hades asked, coming up to her and gently
taking her away from Zeus. He wrapped
his right arm around her waist, and used his left hand to take her left hand,
cuddling her to his body attentively. “Do
you need anything?”
It was strange. It had
been days since she’d eaten, but she didn’t feel hungry. “No, I’m all right”, Persephone replied.
“Are you sure?” Hades asked, concern in
his voice. “You’ve not eaten in days…”
“I’m sure”, Persephone said.
As Hades led her back to their room, intent on making her rest,
his concern grew. She would make herself
sick if she didn’t nourish herself soon.
He would do something about this later, but for now, she looked very
tired, despite what she said about not being able to sleep.
He tucked her into bed, and lay next to her, gathering her in
his arms. By The Gods, he was NOT going
to allow Demeter to interfere…AGAIN!! He
lay next to her, fully dressed, until she fell asleep. He then joined her soon after.
Chapter Ten
A week passed, and after Zeus and Demeter’s visit, Hades whisked
his new bride away where, he assured her, not even Zeus could find them. He’d taken her to this beautiful sort of
clearing in the middle of a forest, where there was a small house overlooking a
crystal blue lake, with trees surrounding them, and hiding them
efficiently. It was a few days later
where Persephone was found walking along the shore, with the sun-warmed water was
lapping at her bare toes.
It was the oddest thing.
Any other person would be terrified to be abducted by the God of the
Underworld. But, after those first two
or three days, she didn’t feel nearly as scared as she should have been. The feeling of familiarity increased every
day, and she had no idea why. It was
insane, to be sure, but even though she was certain that she had met him only
days ago, there was no other way to describe it…it felt as if her body
REMEMBERED his touch. Why else would her
body give itself to him so willingly?
‘Nothing’s making sense’, she thought
desperately. ‘Why does this feeling
plague me??’ A different feeling
spread through her body as she felt her husband’s massive arms wrap around her
from behind.
“I shall not rest until you have eaten something”, he murmured
in her ear. He had, not ONCE since he’d
brought her to the Underworld, seen her eat ANYTHING.
“I’m fine”, she murmured back.
“I don’t feel hungry at all. I
will not eat if I don’t feel hungry.”
Hades scowled. Something
was definitely wrong…and he didn’t think that Persephone knew it. He held her a bit tighter as her head leaned
back to rest on his shoulder. His eyes
drifted closed, his head dipping to nuzzle her neck.
“I’m so confused”, she whispered. “How is it that I’ve only met you a week ago,
and yet my body seems to know you so intimately?”
Hades’ eyes snapped open.
“Please explain that”, he said, hardly daring to breathe.
“I’ve known you for a week…and yet your presence is the most
familiar thing that I’ve ever experienced…as if we’ve been this way before.”
He tried his damnedest, but he couldn’t stop the hope from
filling him. “You would be surprised”,
he murmured.
She turned in his arms so that she was facing him, the question
clear in her eyes.
“Come on”, he murmured, effectively avoiding that questioning
glance. To pursue that train of thought
was dangerous territory, and he knew he had to tread lightly. He took her hand and led her down the shore. “I must show you something.”
“What do you wish to show me?” she asked.
“You’ll see”, he said, giving her a grin that made her knees go
weak. “Come.”
He continued to lead her through the trees, until they came to a
stop. He went behind her and gently put
his hands on her shoulders.
What she saw made her gasp softly.
It was another clearing.
It was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and trees on the fourth,
the one they’d just emerged from. There
was a waterfall that fell into a pool in one corner, with the opening of a cave
next to it. Covering the grass in the
rest of the clearing were flowers.
Flowers of every shape, size, and color.
Every flower she’d ever seen, and even some
that she’d never laid eyes on before.
She looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Go on”, he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck and gently
nudging her forward. He bent to retrieve
something from the ground, which happened to be a basket. He then handed it to her. “I know how much
you love flowers.”
She suddenly went up on tiptoe to give him a quick peck on the
cheek in gratitude, then gently took the basket from his fingers and ran into
the field. While she picked her flowers,
she didn’t notice that he had gone around the edge of the clearing and stopped
at the waterfall. He went to a large
rock and sat down, merely watching her.
He sat there, immobile, and watched her for hours as she happily
ran about in the field, picking flowers at her whim. It was a secret joy for him to see the
delighted smile on her face when she would pick a flower, and have a different
one immediately blossom in its place.
It was nearly sunset before he went to collect her to go back to
their little hideaway.
“Oh, can I not stay a little longer?” she asked, batting her
eyelashes up at him and pouting adorably.
He almost relented, but his resolve strengthened when he saw how
dark it was getting. “I’m afraid we must
depart here for now.”
It was the disappointed look on her face that made him think
twice, despite his resolve to get her inside before dark. He looked around, and upon eyeing the
waterfall, he got an idea. He took her
hand and led her to it.
“What are you doing?” she asked, blinking at him.
He grinned at her again.
It was the same grin he’d given her before. Without a word, he pulled her to him, and
stood behind her. He then began to
slowly undress her, pressing kisses to the exposed skin as he went. When she was fully nude, he quickly divested
himself of his own clothing, and swept her up into his strong arms. He carried her as he waded into the pool, and
gently set her down into it.
Persephone gasped softly as she was settled into the water. Instead of slightly warmed from the sun, she
found that the water was steaming hot.
Apparently, the water was coming from a hot spring from deep inside the
mountain. She had thought that the steam
had come from the spray of the waterfall, but she was wrong. She moaned softly as he went behind her, and
gently squeezed her shoulders, and ran his hands down her arms. He gently turned her to him, and hoisted her
up to make them eye level. He kissed her
then, a searing, soul shattering kiss that left her like a limp rag doll in his
arms. Her head flopped backwards as
their lips parted, her breath coming to her in gasps as he trailed kisses down
her neck.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Demeter’s impotent rage grew as she watched them in her viewing
pool. Her daughter was melting into the
big man’s arms, while Hades touched her all over her body.
‘How DARE he refuse me, then turn to
Persephone!!’ she thought angrily. In
her rage, she picked up a large vase on a table, and then threw it, smashing it
to bits. Before the shards had even
stopped movement, she stalked out of her room.
This would not go unpunished.
No, it would not.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After their passionate romp in the heated spring, he brought her
back to their little cozy house. He
carried her sleeping form in his massive arms, while her basket was carefully
hanging from the crook of his elbow.
Upon looking down at her, he made his decision. He HAD to tell her.
Everything.
With that resolve firmly in mind, he settled next to her, and
fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Another three days passed, and when they returned to the
Underworld Palace, he took her directly to a healer. She STILL wasn’t eating.
“You say when you brought her here, she just…stopped eating?”
the healer asked, running a hand over his head.
Hades nodded. “I haven’t
seen her eat a single bite since I brought her down”, he replied.
The healer looked up at him.
“From what I can see, physically, there is nothing wrong with her.” He looked at the door of the room in which she
was. “I’ll only be a moment.” He went into the room, while Hades was pacing
worriedly outside. It took the healer
only a few minutes, until he came out again, with Persephone in tow. He patted the girl on the head before sending
her on her way. He then turned to Hades.
“Come” the healer said somberly, “We must talk.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
What the healer had told him made it all the more important for
him to tell her everything. He found her
about an hour later, looking out from the balcony.
“Persephone, we must talk”, Hades said quietly.
She turned to him, the question in her eyes. “Talk about what?” she asked.
He took her by the hand, and led her to what was now their
bedroom.
“Please, sit”, he said, gently setting her on a chair. “You asked me a question when Zeus and
Demeter were here last, and I told you that it was a conversation for another
time. I HAD hoped to delay this for a
good while yet, but unforeseen circumstances have forced my hand.” He sighed, and ran a hand through his auburn
locks.
“This is about what Mother has done, isn’t it?” she asked.
“But first, I must ask you a question.”
“Go on”, Persephone prompted.
“If someone told you a story that they knew for a fact to be
true, but it sounded too unbelievable to be true, would you believe them?”
“I would try”, she whispered.
He nodded. “I’m going to
tell you a story, and I ask you to please not interrupt me until I am finished.”
“All right”, she said.
“It started about two or three years ago”, he began. “Demeter had been making unwanted advances
upon me for a good long time, all of which I had rejected flat. With each rejection, she grew angrier and
angrier. She told me that if I was never
going to ‘take her up on her offer’, as she put it, she would not allow me to
have anyone else. It was around that
time, that I met the most wonderful woman that I had ever known. I admit, I was a bit wary at first, with me
being who I am. I was afraid that she
wouldn’t accept me. But a little while
later, I would notice that every time she’d look on me, she’d blush and turn
away. Of course, I took this as a good
sign, so I approached her.”
He leaned forward, and rested his elbows on his knees, with his
head bowed, sighing again before he continued.
“The resulting relationship was something I could have never hoped
for. I realized that I had found the one
I’d been looking for all that time. I
told her about Demeter, and she agreed to keep our relationship a secret, if
not until we had gotten married. And yes”,
he said, “We WERE going to be married.”
His voice turned bitter. “Needless
to say, Demeter was not exactly…pleased…when she found out. The worst part was that the girl was
pregnant.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They were lying in the middle of the
Palace’s Garden, covered by one of his large animal pelts. He was holding her in his arms, while they
calmed down from their passionate coupling a few moments ago.
“Do you think the child will be a boy
or a girl?” she asked, looking up at him happily.
“I don’t know”, he said, running his
fingers through her hair. “I really do
hope for a son, though.”
“I would like a little girl”, she
said, as she rolled on her back, her breasts bare to the light of the moon, as
she caressed her slightly swollen belly lovingly. She giggled a bit as he rolled over her to
rest his head on her belly.
There was a loud noise, and suddenly
an enraged Demeter was standing before them.
“So”, Demeter said coldly. “I had wondered where the two of you would go
so often.”
Hades slowly stood, glaring daggers
into Demeter, who just glared defiantly right back. He stood in front of the girl protectively as
she dressed.
She was only half dressed as Demeter
suddenly lunged, taking Hades by surprise.
Hades was shoved to the side as Demeter took the girl by the wrist and
pulled viciously.
“You filthy little whore”, Demeter
snarled, shaking the girl violently.
“Please-“, the girl began tearfully,
before she was backhanded by the woman who was shaking her. She fell to the side, and landed, cradling
her belly protectively.
Demeter stalked to the girl, while
Hades regained his bearings a bit. He
began to stalk over to Demeter to grab the bitch by her hair pull her away from
his love, but he found that there was a barrier keeping him from reaching
them. He tried repeatedly to dispel the
barrier, but it was to no avail.
“You get to watch”, Demeter said to
him, smiling cruelly. He could only
watch, helpless, as Demeter put a hand to the girl’s belly. A moment later, the girl began screaming,
writhing in apparent agony. A red glow
appeared around Demeter’s hand, grew for a moment, and then disappeared.
“Don’t you fret”, Demeter said,
patting the girl on the head. “You won’t
remember a thing.”
He looked into the girl’s eyes, and
saw sorrow, pain, but most of all…forgiveness.
The last thing the girl did before she passed out was mouth the words ‘I
Love You’.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hades’ head was still bowed.
Persephone saw a drop fall from his face and onto the floor. She watched as he buried his head in his
hands.
“Not only had Demeter erased her memory…she’d restored the girl’s
virginity…and she extinguished the life that we’d created”, Hades croaked in
agony. “I was going to be a father…”
Persephone’s mind whirled.
It couldn’t be true!! Her mother
would never be this cruel!! She vowed to
talk to her mother about this the next time she saw her.
She went over to where he was sitting, and knelt in front of
him. She took his head in her hands, and
brushed his tears away with her thumbs. “Who
was she?” she asked. “Who was this girl
who had enraptured you so completely?”
He looked into her eyes what seemed to be an eternity. It was a good long while before he spoke
again.
“You.”
Chapter Twelve
“M-Me?” Persephone squeaked.
She blinked up at him, with her hands still on his face. She plopped down on the ground, her mind
whirling a million miles a minute.
“Persephone?” Hades asked, concern in
his voice. He swept her up and sat her
down on the bed next to him.
“It all makes so much sense”, she whispered, tears filling her
eyes. “I…my body KNEW…my body KNEW you,
even when my mind did not…” She didn’t resist when he wrapped his arms around
her.
“If you doubt me, even for a moment, ask
anyone in Mount Olympus”, he murmured into her hair. “Everyone knew to keep our impending marriage
a secret from Demeter, because Zeus had ordered it so.” He smiled wryly. “Haephestus and
Jason were going to stand for me, and Aphrodite and Artemis were going to stand
for you.”
She peeked up at him. “Is
there any way to restore my memories?”
“I had asked Zeus, but he found that the only way for your
memories to be restored is if your mother restored them for you”, he
replied. “As you can tell, that in
itself is a problem.” He then
sighed. “If THAT’S not enough, there is
an even bigger problem.”
“What is that problem?” Persephone asked.
“It has to do with your health”, Hades said slowly. “It seems that even though you don’t feel
anything physically wrong with you, it seems that Demeter has taken steps to
ensure our permanent separation.”
She blinked up at him in question.
“The healer has told me that you are under an enchantment. The longer that you stay in the Underworld…and
near me…your appetite will continue to abandon you. Even though you are not feeling hungry, you
will essentially starve yourself to death.”
“But that’s impossible”, she cried. “I see myself in the mirror every day, and I
see no change.” She sputtered a moment,
before she continued. “And how do you
know it was Mother who did this??”
“Because any God or Goddess who casts an enchantment has a
magical signature attached to that enchantment”, Hades replied. “For example, were it I that had cast that
enchantment (which I never would, I assure you my love)”, he added hastily, “Then
there would be certain characteristics that would come up every time you would
be examined that would show that the enchantment was mine.” He ran his hand through his hair. “The only way to break it is for Demeter to
acknowledge and accept us.”
The tears that were in Persephone’s eyes fell down her
cheeks. “Why would Mother do this to me?”
she sobbed quietly.
“This isn’t your fault”, he replied reverently, wrapping her in
his arms again. “This is my fault
entirely. Because of me, you were made
to suffer.”
“But I don’t understand”, she whimpered, burying her head in his
chest. “Mother always assured me that I
could choose my own husband…”
“I don’t think she expected you to choose me”, he replied. He then gave her one last squeeze before
standing. “Come. We must go to the Mount Olympus. No doubt you wish to verify my story.”
Her brow furrowed, deep in thought. “If we’ve been together before, then why is
it that I was treated as if we’ve never met?”
“We had to”, Hades replied.
“Zeus was concerned about your mental state. He decreed that no one was to speak of it
unless you asked anyone in Mount Olympus directly about it. He didn’t want you to be more confused than
you no doubt are.”
Persephone stood and, still with a furrowed brow, put her hands
over her belly, feeling about experimentally.
Fresh tears formed in her eyes. “Yes…”
she whispered. “Yes…the emptiness is
there…”
Fresh tears formed in Hades’ eyes as well as he once again drew
her into his arms. “Do not fret,
beautiful one”, he murmured, stroking her hair soothingly. “We shall have the chance to make another
one.”
“But…I want the one we’d made first”, she cried, sobbing
again. “I want the one that was
murdered!!”
He held her as he felt her weaken against him, allowing her to
cry out her broken heart. He gently
knelt as he allowed her to fall to her knees, clinging to him for dear
life. It felt absolutely wonderful to
finally get out the truth. She knew now,
and it was truly liberating to know that she believed him. He’d never lied to her (past OR present),
and, thankfully, she knew that. Demeter
was truly a cruel, manipulative bitch, a fact that she’d cleverly hidden from
her daughter.
“Why?” Persephone whimpered.
“Why would Mother do such cruel things??”
“Demeter has always wanted control of the Elysian Fields”, he
murmured. “She figured that if she could
sway my mind in taking her to wife, then I would give her control of them.”
“But why would Mother want the Elysian Fields?” Persephone
sniffled. “They’ve always governed
themselves.”
“Because there are plants there that she wants to bring to ‘experiment
on’ which only belong to the Gods”, Hades replied, still stroking her hair
soothingly. His fingers then threaded
through the silken strands. “But if she
tries to do that, then the very delicate balance between the plants of the Gods
and mortal plants will be thrown into severe disarray. Zeus says that she might even throw all of
nature out of balance. Demeter says that
he overreacts, but Zeus refuses to take that chance.”
As Hades continued with his explanations in his deep, soothing
voice, a crushing, overwhelming anger rose within Persephone. How DARE her mother try to dictate whom she
chose for a husband, and do such horrific things because said husband had
chosen her instead of her mother!! The
erasure of her memory she could have forgiven in time…it was the murder of her
unborn child that made her actions unforgivable. They would have been a family… If Mother hadn’t
done what she had done, right now she would have been nursing her newborn son
or daughter. Why couldn’t she have just
been happy for her!? She had finally
found a man who was going to marry her and give her unending happiness, and her
mother had snatched that happiness right out of her hands!!
“She’s lied to me all this time…” she whispered.
“If that’s not enough, she’s tried time and again to shove you
into Eros’ path”, Hades growled. “That boy
isn’t worthy to come NEAR you, let alone take you to wife.” **Author’s Note: Eros is Randy Orton. Just so you guys know.**
“I don’t like Eros”, she murmured, snuggling deeper into Hades’
arms. “He’s FAR too full of himself.” Her tears had tapered off, and now that anger
that she’d felt was taking deeper root within her, and growing quickly. She suddenly stood, tension coiled in her
body, and turned, stalking right to the door.
“Where are you going?” Hades called after her, standing and
following her.
She turned to look at him then; a look that chilled him to the
bone.
“I believe I must have a talk with…’Mother Dear’”, she
snarled icily. With that, she whirled
and stalked out the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Demeter was pacing in her room on Mount Olympus when her door
suddenly was thrown open. No, not thrown
open, more like kicked down. Her
daughter was framed in the doorway.
“Mother Dearest”, she snarled sarcastically. “I believe it’s high time we had a little talk…”
Chapter Thirteen
“P-Persephone”, Demeter stammered, blinking at her. “What are you on about?”
Instead of speaking, Persephone advanced on her. Demeter backed up in a panic, but her
daughter caught her by the collar and gripped it tightly.
“Give them back”, Persephone snarled, shaking her mother.
“Persephone, unhand me right now!!” Demeter cried, trying to
wrench her hands off her collar, but not succeeding.
“I SAID GIVE THEM BACK!!!” Persephone shrieked, shoving Demeter
to the ground.
“G-Give what back?” Demeter squeaked feebly.
“Give back what you’ve stolen from me”, Persephone said,
stalking her mother slowly as she backed away from her. “I want what you’ve stolen from me. Give them back. Now.”
Tears started to course down her cheeks, while her hands curled into
tight fists. “Because of you, I have
this empty feeling within me that I can’t get rid of. Because of you, I nearly lost the only
happiness that I had. Because of you,
I lost the family that should have been mine!!”
Demeter gaped at her. How
could she have known? Unless…
“And now, I’m dying because you can’t admit defeat!!”
Persephone said. “Does it feel good, Mother
Dear, to lose the only flesh and blood you have because of your bruised
pride? Do you take pleasure in the fact
that because of this, I can never again call you ‘Mother’?”
“Darling, whatever Hades has told you, he’s lying”, Demeter
said, reaching a trembling hand towards her.
“I’d never do anything to hurt you.
You know that!!”
“Do I?” Persephone asked coldly.
“Do I truly?” She then turned her
back on the older woman. “I sincerely
hope, for your sake, that you’re being truthful.” She then walked out of the room, leaving a
startled Demeter behind.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Persephone tried to control her rage as she crossed the Palace
of the Gods, and going straight outside to a little house. She went to the door, and knocked three
times. A moment later, the door opened,
and upon seeing the person inside, the anger evaporated, leaving deep sorrow.
“P-Persephone”, Aphrodite cried, ushering the girl inside. “Persephone, what’s wrong?” The woman’s glowing red hair glinted in the
sunlight.
Persephone really didn’t understand why Aphrodite was so
self-conscious. She truly was the most
beautiful creature to roam this world.
She allowed her to sit her down on a plush pile of pillows as Aphrodite
sat next to her, taking her hand gently.
At this gesture, Persephone began to sob again.
“Tell me”, Persephone gasped, unable to stop. “Tell me everything. Please tell me that I’ve been lied to…that
Mother wouldn’t do such horrible things!!
Tell me that this empty feeling within me is because of something
else!! Tell me that Hades has lied to
me, and that Mother would never be so cruel!!”
At the look on Aphrodite’s face, she knew that she’d been told
the truth. Which only
made her cry harder.
“’Aphrodite, my love”, a deep voice called.
“Haephestus, in here!!” Aphrodite
called. “Persephone is here!!”
“Oh?” Haephestus asked, walking into
the room. He was just as big as Hades;
only he had a red and black mask over his face.
Of course, everyone knew exactly how ugly he was under the mask, but he
chose to wear it anyways.
“She knows”, Aphrodite said quietly to her husband.
Haephestus blinked, and then
bowed his head in sorrow. Hades was like
a brother to him. If it hadn’t been for
him, he and Aphrodite would never had fallen in love and married. He knelt in front of the sobbing girl. “Is there anything we can do?”
“I want the truth”, Persephone said. “I want you to tell me everything that you
know.”
So they did. Every single
thing that they told her fit tightly with what Hades had told her. After about an hour, there was a knock on the
door.
Haephestus went to answer
it, and opened the door to reveal Athena.
“Is she here?” Athena asked.
She, too, had red hair. Her hazel
eyes were filled with concern. She was
just about as tall as Persephone.
Haephestus nodded, and
allowed her inside.
Athena went right to Persephone and enveloped her in a warm
hug. “You don’t need to worry,
Persephone. We are here for you.”
Persephone told them about her declining health, which shocked
all three.
“That’s why you look so thin”, Aphrodite said in horror.
“But that’s just it”, Persephone said. “I don’t see it at all. All I see is how I always looked.”
“I think we should take her to Zeus”, Athena said. Even as she said that, Persephone yelped out
in pain, doubling over and clutching her abdomen.
“Persephone!!” Aphrodite cried, the three of them going to
her. “What’s wrong??”
She cried out in pain again.
She hadn’t been in the Underworld…and near Hades…for nearly a full day,
and she was now feeling the effects of her abandoned appetite.
“Athena, fetch a bowl of fruit, the cheese, and the bread. Also some ambrosia”, Haephestus
commanded.
Usually, Athena wasn’t one to be ordered about, but she complied
wordlessly, flying into the pantry to retrieve the items that he’d
requested. Once she’d gotten them, she
came back, and set them down on the floor next to Persephone. She then ran to get some wine, too.
It was painstaking, but they had slowly fed her every single
bite and every single drop that was there.
They couldn’t very well force the food down her throat, because it would
only make her worse.
Aphrodite went to her reflecting pool, and frantically called
for both Zeus and Hades.
“My Lord…please bring your Mirror”, she pleaded. She ended the connection, and ran back to
Persephone, who was sitting dazedly on the pillows, reclined on her back.
Within moments, both Hades, Jason and
Zeus were in the room with them. Hades gently
took his wife in his arms, while Zeus shook his head sadly.
“Zeus…is there nothing we can do?” Hades asked quietly.
“No, there isn’t”, Zeus said sadly. “Either her mother gives her back the
memories that she stole, or she recovers them on her own. We don’t know exactly how long that will
take. And I’ve done as much as I could
with the enchantment, but there was no way that I found to break it.”
Persephone stood shakily, leaning on her husband.
“Persephone, come and look at yourself”, Zeus said. He held out his hand, and waved his other,
making a huge mirror appear.
When Persephone saw herself, she gasped in shock.
She was stick thin. Her
cheeks sunk into her cheekbones, and her eyes were deep in her head. Shadows lined under those eyes, and she now
felt so weak.
“You don’t have to worry, my love”, Hades said, coming to
embrace her. “We WILL find a way.”
They all sat down, and converged on what to do next.
Chapter Fourteen
Zeus had allowed them all the use of his Private Library. Every day they would so extensive research,
only to find nothing every time.
Thankfully, they had others to attend to their duties for them.
Hades was especially thankful that Jason was there to take care
of the Underworld when he was gone. He
was very capable in his work, and would not let him down. He refused to allow Persephone to do any sort
of work, because she still needed to regain her strength. It killed him, but he allowed himself near
her only every other day.
On one of these days, he was sitting on a bench in the Palace’s
garden, while Persephone sat in the grass.
Her knees were drawn up, her silken yellow tunic wrapped about her
person with just the right fit. The hem
gently grazed the top of the blades of grass.
Her chin was resting on her knees, with her arms wrapped around them.
“How did we first meet? I
mean TRULY meet?” she asked.
A moment later, she witnessed a rather peculiar reaction. Hades, her husband, God of the Underworld…was
blushing.
“Ahem, well…we actually MET when you were but a child. But as for when I had actually approached you…”
Hades said. Truthfully, compared with
most of the other gods, she WAS still a child.
But being that she’d grown considerably since he’d held her in his arms
as a newly born babe…
“I do not wish to tell you”, he said, standing and holding his
hand out to her. “I’d rather show you.”
She blinked up at him and took his hand, standing. She let him guide her to the nearest little
house, which happened to be the house that Aphrodite and Haephestus
shared.
“Of course you can use our Portal”, Aphrodite said kindly upon
Hades’ request.
Every god and goddess in Mount Olympus had their own
portal. It took one wherever they wanted
to go, whether be it anywhere on earth, back in time, or even into someone’s
memory.
Hades led her to a door, and opened it. The portal looked like the surface of a pool
that was disturbed by a pebble…rippling and shifting. He touched a finger to it, and it rippled
distinctly, until an image appeared. The
image was bright white…it looked as if it was somewhere in the Mt. Olympus Main
Hall. He gently guided her into the
portal.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Supper was being served in the Mt.
Olympus Main Hall, and Hades and Persephone stood off to the side as everyone
dined. Eros was saying something to ‘Memory’
Persephone, because he was sitting next to her (far too CLOSE to her, in Hades’
opinion), but Memory Persephone wasn’t paying attention. Her attention was on her food, which she
pushed about on her plate. When she did
look up, she happened to lock eyes with Hades, who was sitting across from
her. Her eyes widened, and she blushed
as she broke the eye contact, looking down at her plate again.
Supper was just about over, and
Persephone seemed to shoot up from her seat, and tell her mother (who’d been
sitting on her other side, and wrapped up in something that Hermes was telling
her) that she was tired, and she was going to go bathe, then go to sleep. ‘Present’ Persephone didn’t miss the glint in
Eros’ eyes as she walked out.
The image swirled, and it looked as
if a little while had gone by, because it was now dark with a full moon. They were in the forest, with large trees and
overgrown bush around. Rippling water
was the only sound, among the other sounds of the forest.
They walked a bit, and ‘Present’
Persephone gasped. This was where she
liked to bathe from time to time, when weather permitted.
They came upon the waterfall and
pool, and she raised an eyebrow as she saw herself bathing. Looking around, however, she didn’t see
anything in sight. Her memory self
looked completely content to bathe, looking tired, as there was a rustling in
the grass a few yards away. She watched
her own body try to hide itself, eyes staring wide in horror, as the thrashing
grew more and more violent.
“If I were you, Eros”, a voice
growled, obviously trying to make itself heard by the girl in the pool, “I
would leave here right now. If you don’t,
I’ll make sure Zeus hears about it.”
More thrashing in the brush, and the thrashing seemed to move away, and rather
quickly at that.
“It’s all right”, the owner of the
voice said gently. “You need not fear
being spied on tonight. Please finish
your bath.”
The girl in the pool shakily left the
pool, and looked around, wanting to dry herself off. But, the problem was, her drying towel was
gone. She jumped when a hand shot out of
the brush, holding said drying towel.
The hand was attached to a heavily inked arm.
“You can rest assured that I am not
peeking”, he murmured, waving the towel in front of her.
Her face flushed when she snatched
the towel away, and quickly dried herself off, and dressed. “I-“, she began in
a croak, and then coughed. “I’m ready”,
she said, this time in a clearer voice.
The owner of the voice, no other than
Hades stepped out.
“Forgive me”, he said, bowing to her
with his hand over his heart. “I saw
Eros following you, and I thought he was up to some kind of mischief.” He looked at her with those piercing green
eyes. “I could not allow that…boy…to
inflict any sort of harm or embarrassment on you. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I
allowed him to violate you that way.”
“Thank you”, she said quietly, her
blush returning full force.
Hades had been telling the truth that
night. He really WASN’T peeking. And he’d be damned to Tartarus
for all of eternity if he’d allow anyone ELSE to, either.
When they spoke, they spoke at the
same time.
“I was wondering-“
“How is-“
Both chuckled. “You first, Persephone”, Hades said.
“I was wondering how Jason was?” she
asked.
“He’s doing all right”, Hades said,
nodding. He then cleared his throat, his
face being covered in his own blush. “I
was wondering…”
Persephone blinked up at him in that
positively irresistible way that would melt his heart every time.
“Iwaswonderingifyou’dwanttospendsometimewithmeintheElysianFields”,
he mumbled, seemingly all in one breath.
Persephone blinked again. “Pardon?” she asked, puzzled
“I was wondering if you’d want to
spend some time with me in the Elysian Fields”, Hades repeated.
After a moment, she smiled
brilliantly at him. “I would love that.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End
Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They came out of the portal, with Hades gently guiding her out. At her yawn, he guided her to the guest room
that Aphrodite and Haephestus had prepared for
her. Persephone was startled to realize
that they’d been there all day, and it was now twilight.
He swept her up and carried to her room, and removed her clothes
himself to dress her in her nightgown. He then laid her down, and pressed a
kiss to her forehead. Thankfully,
Aphrodite and Haephestus allowed him to make a portal
in this very room, just in case he had to get to her in a hurry.
“Go to sleep, Persephone”, he said quietly. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”
She yawned again. “Good
night, Hades”, she sighed sleepily, rolling on her side.
Hades had to clench his eyes shut. This was the first time since her memory had
been erased that she’d called him by his name.
When she was in the throes of passion, however, was a different story,
but he intended to work on that after everything was straightened out.
He kissed her forehead again, and walked out of the portal. He appeared in his own bedroom, and dragged a
chair to his viewing pool, intending to watch over his wife while she slept.
Chapter Fifteen
It was well into the night, and Persephone slept peacefully in
the large bed that Aphrodite and Haephestus had been
kind enough to let her use. The room
itself was large, and the bed was a huge, four poster one, with white gauzy
materials curtaining around it.
She woke, however, when she felt someone slide into the bed
beside her.
“Hmmm?” she mumbled sleepily, feeling arms wrapping around her.
“Shhh”, came the voice of her
husband. “It’s all right…it’s only me.”
She sighed softly as she felt lips on her neck, and hands
roaming over her body.
“I couldn’t stay away”, he whispered, delving his fingers
underneath the shoulders of her nightgown and pushing them down.
Even as he touched her, her eyes snapped open, warning bells
clamoring loudly in her head. Something
was…off. There was no warmth,
tenderness, or love in his touch…only lust.
She found his hands, and held them away from her body. “Please…I’m sorry, but I’m just so tired…”
He froze for just a moment at her protest, but resumed, more
insistent this time. He avoided her
hands and began pulling at her nightgown, murmuring soothing words in her ear.
But, the more murmuring he did, the more sure she felt that
something was wrong. She began to try to
wriggle away from him, but his grip was too strong.
Eros knew, (for it WAS Eros) that he only had to get her to look
at him for one second, and then she’d be his.
He had the power to put a woman into a trance and make her do whatever
he wanted…if he could just get her to look into his eyes. One second was all he needed.
“No”, she said, struggling in earnest, “You are not my husband…”
The figure moved his weight on top of her and began to quickly
undo her nightgown. “Persephone, look at
me!!” he whispered urgently. He buried
his hand in her hair and forced her head forward.
“No!! You are not my husband!!” she cried. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her
head away, despite the hand in her hair, and tears leaking out of her eyes.
She struggled mightily, repeating the same thing.
“You are not my husband!!”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You are not my
husband!!”
Hades’ eyes opened instantly, his head having rested on his
forearms on the edge of the viewing pool.
Just as he began kicking himself for falling asleep, he looked into the
pool to see his wife struggling in the dark.
“You are not my
husband!!”
Not wasting any time, he shot out of his seat, knocking the
chair backward, and went to his portal.
He nearly tore the door off its hinges and ran through, going right to
her room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Persephone struggled tearfully with the figure in her bed until
it was suddenly lifted from her person.
She sniffled as she slowly sat up, watching two figures fighting in the
dark. She lit up the candle that was
next to the bed, and gasped.
She saw two people. And
both were the same person. One was
beating the Tartarus out of the other.
Hades knew EXACTLY who this was, and it gave him great
satisfaction to know that he was beating the life out of him. He glared downward at ‘Hades’. “You might as well change back”, Hades
snarled.
The faux-Hades glared back up at him, but began shifting
anyways. After a few moments, the
transformation to his natural form was complete.
Hades began to attack again, even as Aphrodite, Haephestus, and even Zeus rushed in. It took no less than six of Zeus’s strongest
lightning bolts to get Hades to stop.
If Hades were mortal, he would have done no damage to Eros, no
matter how strong he was. But, since he
was a Superior God, and Eros was a Lesser God, he could deal far more damage
than Eros could.
Eros was sporting a busted lip, a broken nose, a dislocated
shoulder, a few broken ribs, and injured pride to boot. He’d been so close to having her, but Hades,
damn him, had known that he was there.
He must have been watching!! ‘One
day, Hades’, he thought angrily. ’One
day I’ll make her realize that she does not belong with you!!’
He stumbled out of the room like a scolded dog, running off
alone to nurse his wounds.
Hades, meanwhile, looked at his crying wife, who was being
comforted by Aphrodite. He sat on the
edge of the bed, and held out his hand.
Persephone peeked at him, sniffling, and tentatively reached a
trembling hand out to the one he was holding out to her. She pressed her hand flat, his palm against
hers. He gently curled his fingers
around hers.
THIS touch was TRULY
her husband’s. As soon as her mind
verified this fact, she threw herself into his arms, pressing her face into his
neck as his massive arms wrapped around her.
He stroked her hair gently, crooning comfort into her ear.
‘If he ever comes near her again’, Hades promised
himself, ‘I’ll kill him, and they’ll be looking for someone to take his
place!!’
“This is Demeter’s doing, I just know it”, Aphrodite said
fiercely. “She sent him in here!!”
“Now, we don’t know that for sure…” Zeus said.
“My Lord, how is it that he knew where Persephone was if he was
not told?!” Haephestus asked sharply.
“If THAT is true, how did Demeter know? SHE wasn’t told either”, Zeus replied.
“She has ways of knowing things that she is not to know”, Hades
said. “She found out about our
relationship the first time…I have no doubts in my mind she found out about
Persephone’s whereabouts tonight.”
Zeus furrowed his brow. “I’ll
look into it”, he said.
Persephone snuggled into her husband’s arms. She absolutely HATED how this entire thing
had turned her into a sniveling, sobbing mess.
But she couldn’t help but burrow deeper into her husband’s embrace. “Please don’t leave”, she murmured as he went
to get up.
“But…your health…”, he murmured.
“Please, I don’t want to be by myself”, she said. “Please stay with me.”
He really didn’t want to jeopardize her health even more, but
she pleaded with him so desperately…
“All right”, he said. “Only
because you ask me to.”
He settled next to her as everyone filed out. He kept his arms firmly wrapped around her as
she snuggled happily into his embrace.
She felt so safe in his arms…like nothing could happen to her if
he were near.
They both fell asleep a few moments later.
Chapter Sixteen
The night was almost over, and Persephone’s sleep was
disturbed. She’d only been asleep for
about an hour or two, but her body was so keyed up that she awoke after that
time. Her senses were overly alert to
the fact that her husband’s arms were wrapped around her. She lifted herself up a bit, her hand resting
on his chest, and looked down at him.
He was still asleep. It
was the darkest hour of the night before the dawn, but she could see his
features clearly.
Her body desired him immensely, but she couldn’t wake him
because of her selfish need. She
continued to look down at him, tilting her head to the side as she watched him
sleep. He’d hardly slept because of
their research, so despite her body, she decided to let him get his much needed
rest. Her hand came up to brush a strand
of hair away from his face. Biting her
lip in indecision for a moment, she then leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss
to his lips.
She gasped into his mouth as she was suddenly rolled over onto
her back, while he deepened the kiss, a rough, sleepy growl coming from
somewhere deep in his chest. The kiss
finally ended as their breathing came in pants.
“I…I didn’t want to wake you…” she whispered.
In truth, he’d been awake the moment she had shifted up to look
at him. He didn’t want to frighten her
by moving, so he decided to pretend to be asleep to see what she was
doing. “It’s all right”, he mumbled
sleepily. He settled on top of her, his
head resting on her right breast, while his hand petted her left affectionately. He nuzzled at the firm, yet soft flesh
happily. He growled a bit again as he
felt her fingers run through his hair, and her other arm wrap around him,
making him look up at her, and raise an amused eyebrow. “Why did you not say that you were feeling…amorous?”
“You’ve been working so hard”, she murmured. “I didn’t want to disturb your rest…”
“Never you mind about my rest”, he murmured, his hand now
cupping and kneading her left breast. “…Are
you sure that this is what you want?”
The concern was plain in his voice.
“Your health…”
“Please”, Persephone said softly, wriggling against him. “Please, I need to feel you tonight…”
He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers again. She kissed him back eagerly as she felt his
hands removing her nightgown, then squeaked as she felt said hands on her bare
skin. She willingly accommodated him as
he moved between her thighs, and slid easily into her, growling against her
lips. His strokes were long, smooth and
powerful as she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She gasped as one moment she was on her back, and the next she
was sitting up, straddling his hips as his hands guided her strokes. Her head fell backward, her breath coming in
gasps as her blood sang in her veins at the feel of him moving within her. Within moments, her release came upon her,
making her gasp loudly and her body tense, her thighs locking around his hips.
He groaned into her neck as his own release came a moment later,
his hands tightening their grip on her hips.
His own body tensed just like hers, until they both sagged
simultaneously against each other, their breathing the only sound in the
room. His arms wrapped around her as she
snuggled against his chest.
“Was that to your satisfaction, wife?” he asked amusedly,
muffled against her throat.
Persephone giggled. “Yes”,
she murmured. “Very much.”
“Well, it seems that she sees me as a source of amusement”, he
growled, pouncing on her. “I shall have
to rectify this.” With this said, he wrapped her legs around his waist and took her
again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was well into the morning, and Aphrodite and Haephestus became concerned. Neither Hades nor Persephone had made an
appearance yet, and it was near noon.
Aphrodite went to the room that they were staying in, and
knocked gently on the door. “Hades”, she
called. “Persephone…it’s nearly noon!!” When she heard no answer, she turned the knob
and gently opened the door. Her eyes
widened a bit at what she saw.
They were both asleep.
Persephone’s arm was draped over her husband’s waist, while his own arms
were wrapped around her. Hades was bare
from the waist up, and, from the looks of it, so was Persephone. His hands began to stroke Persephone’s bare
back in his sleep, making her snuggle a bit into his arms. Both had serene smiles on their faces.
Aphrodite silently backed out of the room and closed the door
just as Haephestus came up to her.
“Are they going to join us for breakfast?” Haephestus
asked.
“Ahh…no”, she replied slowly. “I’ve decided to let them rest.”
Deciding to take her word for it, Haephestus
nodded. “All right”, he said. He then guided his wife away from the door.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the days following, in between periods of research, Hades
showed her more and more memories from their past. Their friendship turned into a courtship,
until he’d asked her to marry him. Out of all the memories he’d shown her, that
one was by far the sweetest.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Flashback~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was in the middle of the Celestial
Palace’s garden. Hades had made sure
that every single flower that Persephone loved was in bloom at that very spot
when he brought her there.
“Persephone, there is a reason that I’ve
brought you here”, Hades said nervously as he held her in his arms.
“What is that reason?” she asked as
he looked down at her.
“I love you, Persephone”, he said
quietly. “I brought you here so that I
could ask you to become my wife.” He
knelt in front of her, clasping her hands in his.
She was silent for a moment, tears
forming in her eyes, before answering. “Yes”,
she whispered. “Yes, I will…”
Without another word, he swept her up
and twirled her around happily, the both of them laughing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End
Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Persephone was walking through the palace while Hades,
Aphrodite, Haephestus, and Athena did their research
(they still forbid her to do any work).
She thought it was strange that there was no one around. Usually, at this time, the Celestial Palace
was bustling, but there was no one to be found.
She resumed her thoughts, not aware of her surroundings. She really hoped that they found a solution
soon. She really didn’t want to separate
herself from Hades all the time.
If she had paying attention, she’d have noticed the person who
was sneaking up to her. Said person
grabbed her from behind, and covered her mouth, and dragged her backward. She struggled for a moment, before she was
struck in the head. Before she lost
consciousness, she heard one sentence.
“This is for your
own good…”
Chapter Seventeen
“Hurry”, Demeter hissed at Eros, who was carrying a limp
Persephone. “Before anyone comes along.”
Eros swept the girl into his arms, and carried her off, with
Demeter following closely behind.
Had they been paying attention, they would have noticed the tiny
figure who was hiding behind a pillar.
‘Oh, no!’! thought little Hermes,
who Hades had employed to keep watch over his wife. He looked to his little winged sandals. ‘Bear me quickly to Hades!! I must find him!!” He jumped into the air
and took flight straight to Zeus’s private library.
“Hades!!”, Hermes cried. “Hades, there’s trouble!!”
Hades, who’d been looking through a thick tome, stood. “What’s happened?!”
“Demeter and Eros took Persephone!!” Hermes flitted about, darting this way and
that in his worry. “I don’t know where
they’ve taken her!!”
Hades, along with everyone else, ran out of the library to
search for her.
They searched for hours, without a single sign of her. Hades took command rather efficiently as the
search spread throughout all of Mount Olympus…without results.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Persephone groaned, and squeezed her eyes shut to try to assuage
the throbbing in her head. She tried to
put a hand to her forehead, but she couldn’t move them. She opened her eyes, and saw that she was in
a room. She had no idea where this place
was. Her body was garbed in a white wedding
tunic, and she was laid out on a stone table with runes carved around the edges
of the table. Her hands were bound above
her head.
She struggled for a few minutes against the chains that bound
her, but to no avail. Her eyes adjusted
to the semi darkness (because the room was only lit by a few torches), and
widened her eyes.
Her mother was standing a little ways away from the table. She walked up slowly to it, followed by Eros.
“I’m sorry, my love”, Demeter said, patting Persephone’s
head. “As I’ve said before, this is for
your own good.”
“Mother, please!!” Persephone cried, her struggles beginning
anew. “Mother, don’t do this!!”
Demeter didn’t respond.
She merely patted her daughter’s head.
She watched as the girl went limp again.
“We’re going to have to do this later”, Demeter said. “They’re going to miss us in Mount Olympus if
we don’t return soon.”
Eros growled softly as he gazed down at the unconscious
Persephone. “Fine”, he snarled. WHY couldn’t they do this now?!
“It won’t have any effect if we do this now”, Demeter
snapped. She turned and swept out of the
room, with a sulky Eros following her.
“Don’t worry. Nobody
knows that we’ve taken her”, Demeter said smugly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was dark outside, and Hades, Aphrodite, Haephesuts,
Hermes, and Athena were in a panic. They’d
searched all over Mount Olympus, and they hadn’t found her. They went to Zeus, and told him what was
happening. While they were talking,
someone walked up.
“Oh, good evening”, Demeter said, doing her best to look
innocent. “What’s happened?”
Hades, upon hearing her voice, slowly turned and glared,
seemingly right through her. “Where is
she??” he snarled.
“W-what?” Demeter stammered.
“You and Eros. You took
my wife. Where is she?!” Hades snarled
again.
“What are you talking about?” Demeter asked, taking a step back
as she saw Hades beginning to stalk slowly towards her.
“Don’t dare play games with me!!” Hades roared, making Demeter
cower.
Demeter got over her fear, then stood
tall, planting her fists on her hips. “I
don’t know what you’re talking about!!”
She walked right up to him. “And
for you to insinuate such nonsense is insulting!!”
Hades’ patience was wearing VERY thin. “Where is she??? Do not make me ask
again. You don’t want to find out what’s
going to happen to you if you don’t tell me.”
Demeter shrugged one shoulder.
“What do I care? She decided to disobey me. I care not what happens to her now.”
Hades had never struck a woman in his entire existence. Yet, his conscience made no appearance when
he walked up to her, raised his hand, and with all his power and might
backhanded Demeter right across the face, making her fly halfway across the Mt.
Olympus Main Hall. The woman barely had
the time to recover before Hades stalked towards her and grabbed her by the
throat and picked her up, shaking her and snarling in her face.
“WHERE IS SHE?!?!” he roared.
He didn’t even notice that everyone, including Zeus, was trying to pry
her out of his hands.
“HADES!!” Zeus thundered, finally prying Hades’ grip off Demeter’s
neck.
Demeter wheezed, one hand clutching at her now bruised neck, and
the other covering her face where Hades had struck her. She never thought he’d go this far!! He’d nearly KILLED her!!
“Hades!!” Zeus said, pulling Hades back. “Hades, calm down!!”
“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!! THIS
MEDDLESOME, VINDICTIVE BITCH KIDNAPPED MY WIFE!!!” Hades roared.
“It’s true”, Hermes said, darting about. “I saw her and Eros knock
her out and disappear with her!!”
Demeter’s eye widened (she couldn’t widen her other eye because
it had quickly swollen shut). How could
Hermes have known?? ‘Unless he was watching!!’ she thought frantically.
“Demeter”, Zeus growled. “If
you don’t return her right now, and undo what you’ve done, you will not like
the consequences!!”
Demeter’s eye was beginning to slowly heal itself, until all
traces of the black eye was gone. She
stood, glaring at the assembled crowed. “I
am doing what is best for MY daughter!! And none of you can do anything about
it!!”
Athena had had enough.
She ran and pounced on Demeter, grabbing fistfuls of the woman’s hair
and pounding her head into the marble floor.
“BRING HER BACK!!” Athena shrieked. “BRING HER BACK NOW, YOU FILTHY BITCH!!”
Demeter suddenly disappeared with a >pop< from underneath
Athena, making her howl in rage.
“I’LL KILL THAT-“ Athena began. Aphrodite then went up to her and put a hand
on her shoulder, cutting her off.
“This isn’t going to do any good!!” Aphrodite said.
“Isn’t there anything ANYONE can do??” Haephestus
asked.
Aphrodite bit her lip. “I
think I might be able to try something…but I’m going to have think a bit about it first.”
Hades was breathing hard through his nose, with his back turned
to everyone. Then, with a howl of
incensed rage, he gripped Zeus’ throne in his hands and flipped the solid
marble and gold object over, making it shatter against the floor before
stalking off.
He went through the palace and went straight to a portal, going
to his Palace. It was high time to
finally put this ordeal to an end.
Permanently.
Chapter Eighteen
Demeter transported herself back to where Persephone was still
bound to the stone table. ‘’Eros, get
here now!!’ she snarled.
A moment later, Eros appeared.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“They know”, Demeter snapped, going up to the table. She awakened her daughter, and opened a book
that was on a stone pulpit. She flipped
through the pages until she found the one she was looking for.
“Mother”, Persephone begged, “Please…Mother, please see reason!!” She struggled against her bonds as Demeter
looked at Eros, nodding once.
Eros went to the edge of the table where Persephone’s feet were
pointing. He got up on the table and
crawled over her, holding her body down on the table to prevent her from
struggling.
Demeter began chanting, while adding herbs to a golden chalice, and pouring wine over the herbs, making the brew
smoke and steam. The thick steam was
pouring over the sides of the chalice as she used a stick to stir it. Her chanting reached a crescendo as she went
to the other end of the table, where Persephone’s head was.
Persephone tried to struggle, but Eros had grabbed her head and
forced it to face forward with one hand, while he wrapped his other around his
jaw to force her mouth open. She
struggled with all her might, but it wasn’t enough. Her mother poured the mixture into her mouth,
while Eros closed her mouth and forced her to swallow the brew. The result was excruciating pain in her
abdomen, making her scream through Eros’ hand.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
While Hades was in his little research room with Jason, he
gasped and fell to his knees, an intense dizziness and pain lancing through his
head.
“My Lord!!” Jason cried, rushing to his side.
Hades shook his head, and blinked for a moment. Something was missing now. It took a moment for him to realize what had
happened.
“Our bond”, he whispered.
“Sire?” Jason asked.
“The bond that Persephone and I formed when we married…it’s
gone.” He got up and frantically
continued to do his research. If Demeter
was doing what he THOUGHT she was doing…
He found the book he was looking for, and quickly thumbed
through the pages until finding what he needed.
He then prepared things just as the book dictated. “Jason, find Aphrodite and bring her here”,
he commanded. “Tell her what’s going on,
and tell her that whatever she was thinking of, to do it FAST.”
Jason ran out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jason found Aphrodite a little while later, and frantically
explained the situation.
“No…” Aphrodite whispered.
“She’s found the Unbinding Spell!!”
“Is there anything you can do??” Jason asked.
“All I can do right now is to buy her time”, Aphrodite
said. She dragged Jason to a room that
was like a makeshift temple. She knelt
in front of the altar, putting herbs into a bowl and began chanting as she lit
the herbs aflame, fragrant smoke rising from the bowl. She put a blonde strand of hair into the
bowl. Her chanting reached a crescendo
as a bright white light encompassed the strand, and disappeared.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Demeter grinned savagely.
“It’s done!! Their bond is broken!!” she cried.
Persephone’s eyes widened, and then drifted closed, tears
running from the corners of her eyes.
Demeter flipped through the book, and began chanting again.
Persephone’s heart raced.
This was the same chant that bound her and Hades when they were
married. Her eyes snapped open. She tried to speak, but Eros was still
holding her mouth with his hand. But
even as she chanted, Persephone realized that it was a bit different.
“The binding needs one more thing”, Demeter said, running a hand
through her own blonde hair. She looked
at Eros. “The way it can become
permanent…and unbreakable…is if you take her now.”
Eros grinned savagely. “With
pleasure”, he growled, making Persephone squeak in fear and horror.
Persephone began to struggle as Eros began to remove her
clothes. She was powerless to stop him
as he made her look at him. A moment
later, her entire body went limp, unresponsive to her brain’s commands.
Eros looked into her eyes, putting her into one of his
trances. This was going to make it SO
much easier for him to take her. He didn’t
like his conquests struggling against him.
But, even as he disrobed himself and poised to take her, something
happened, making him freeze.
“Well? What are you waiting for?!” Demeter hissed. “Do it now!!”
“I…I can’t”, Eros said, panicked.
“Why not?!?” Demeter nearly shrieked.
“I…my body won’t respond!!” Eros said. He sat up and looked down at himself, seeing
that his once straining arousal had gone completely limp.
Demeter stared in shock for a minute, before scowling. “Aphrodite”, she snarled. “Now, wait, wait, let me think…” She paced.
“We can let them think they were too late. Just keep her in that trance,
and she won’t be able to tell anyone. We
just have to find a way to get around Aphrodite’s spell.”
Eros nodded mulishly and got off Persephone, who was blinking
dazedly up at the ceiling.
“What about her mind?” Eros asked.
“This time, she’ll remember EVERYTHING that she shared with
Hades”, Demeter spat. “That is going to
be her punishment for defying me…having those memories and being unable to go
back.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was about a week since anyone had seen Persephone. Or Demeter or Eros, for that matter. Hades was frantic, as were her friends. The biggest shock came to them when Demeter
strolled into the Mount Olympus Main Hall during supper.
“May I have your attention please!?” she crowed happily. “I would like to introduce to you, Eros, God
of Eroticism…and his new wife…” She
grinned evilly at Hades. “…Persephone.”
Eros strutted into the room, with a dazed Persephone on his
arm. Her gaze was expressionless as she
looked around.
Hades’ breath caught in his throat. She didn’t….the bitch DIDN’T… He got up and
walked up to them as Eros sat Persephone down, grinning smugly at him. He knelt in front of her, looking into her
blank eyes. “Persephone?” he
breathed. He was searching desperately
for some sign…something, ANYTHING that would tell him that she was still there.
The only indication that she gave him that she knew he was there
was a single tear that ran down her perfect cheek.
Chapter Nineteen
‘Hades!!’ Persephone screamed,
sobbing and banging her fists against the invisible shield that kept her
consciousness from reaching the outside.
‘Hades, I’m here!! Hades, please help me!!’ She banged and screamed as
loud as she could, but her physical body wouldn’t respond, nor could Hades hear
her. Her voice turned into a sorrowful
whisper. ‘Hades…please…please get me out…’ She
sobbed as she turned, her back leaning against the barrier and slid down. What was she going to do? If she couldn’t get past the barrier, she’d
be stuck in here for however long her mother wanted her in here. How could her mother do this to her? All she
had done was fall in love…was that so terrible?
Through her entire childhood, her mother was never like this…was she?
As she cried, she raised her head,
and saw someone making their way towards her.
She had to squint in order to see who it was, and when she did, she
started in shock.
She was looking at herself as a small
child.
“Hi”, the girl said shyly.
Persephone looked down at her. “Hi”, she said quietly.
Little Persephone raised her hand,
intent for Grown Persephone to take it.
“Where are you taking me?” Grown
Persephone asked, standing and following her.
“Shhh”, Little
Persephone said, putting a little finger over her lips. “We have to go this way.”
“Why?” Grown Persephone asked.
“Shhh!!” Little Persephone said
again.
Little Persephone guided Grown
Persephone away from the barrier, and further into her mind. They kept going until they came to a
door. Little Persephone pointed at it.
Grown Persephone looked at it, and
went to open it, finding it locked. “It’s
locked”, she said. “I can’t get through.”
Little Persephone went up to the
door, and pressed a finger to it, making the doorknob glow. It glowed for a few seconds before the glow
disappeared. Little Persephone looked up
at her expectantly.
“What’s inside the door?” Grown
Persephone asked.
“It’s what you lost”, Little Persephone replied.
“It’s what your mother thought she destroyed.”
Grown Persephone’s hands went right
to her belly.
“Unfortunately, that can’t be
restored”, Little Persephone said. “But what’s behind this door CAN be restored.”
She looked to the unlocked, yet
closed door. Her memories? She looked apprehensively at Little Persephone, who urged her on.
“You are going to need them in order
to overcome your obstacles.” Little Persephone said.
She opened the door, and a blinding
white light assailed her eyes, making her shield them with her arm. With one last look at Little
Persephone, she stepped over the threshold, the door slamming behind her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Weeks went by, and Persephone hadn’t said a word. She just stared blankly around, while Eros
led her everywhere like a dog on an invisible leash, which infuriated Hades and
their friends. They all tried time and
again to reach her, but all she would do is blink dazedly at them. A few times, Hades thought he saw something
flicker in her eyes, but it would always be gone before he could be sure.
Their research went into overdrive, while Aphrodite kept up the
impotency spell on Eros to keep him from touching her. They even started using Hades’ library.
“Hey…I think I found something!!” Jason said, holding up an open
book.
Everyone crowded around him as he trailed his finger over the
open page.
“It says here that there’s a way for a God or Goddess to be
stripped of their powers”, Jason said. “If
that happens, any enchantments that are made by said God or Goddess can be
reversed!!”
Athena scowled as she read the page. “This calls for some very dangerous magic…”
Hades grabbed the book, his green eyes scanning the page. “I don’t care”, he said emotionlessly. “Demeter and Eros both deserve what’s coming
to them for harming Persephone.”
Aphrodite looked at the page over Hades’ shoulder. “I have some of the ingredients for this…”, she said.
“Even if we DO make this, how are we going to get it into
Demeter and Eros?” Athena asked. “They’ll
know that something is up.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it”, Hades said,
marking the page, closing the book and going to his research room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It had taken weeks, but Persephone
was finally able to go out the door that she’d entered. And when she did, she had her memories
back. Every touch, every kiss, every
loving embrace, every word. She stalked
to the barrier again, and saw that she was once again in the Mount Olympus Main
Hall, this time for lunch.
“I am not going to allow this any more!!” she said to herself savagely. “This has gone on long enough!!” She put her hands against the barrier, and
pushed with all her might.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
As everyone ate, Hades, Haephestus,
Aphrodite, Jason, and Athena were all looking at each other furtively. The potion was ready…they just needed to
administer it somehow.
While they were trying to think of a way, Haephestus
noticed something, and nudged Hades with his elbow.
“Look”, he hissed, nodding his head towards Persephone.
Hades looked, and widened his eyes, as everyone else began to
notice the commotion.
Persephone was now leaning forward, her hands braced on the edge
of the table, looking as if she was going to stand. Sweat was beading on her forehead, and her
face was turning beet red. Her face was
expressionless as before, but it looked as if something inside her that was
fighting for freedom.
Hades ran to her, shoving a panicking Eros out of the way, and
knelt in front of her, prying her hands off the table and taking them in his.
“Come on”, he urged hopefully.
“Come on, fight it!! I know you’re strong enough to fight it!!”
She continued to strain until she suddenly widened her eyes,
gasping loudly, and fell to the floor.
She struggled for breath for a moment, and blinked as her face returned
to its normal color. She looked around
until her eyes fell on Hades. She let
herself be swept into his arms, as she reached up and brushed a stray strand of
hair from his face.
“Hello, my darling”, she said quietly, running her fingers
through his hair.
Tears came to his eyes. “P-Persephone?”
he whispered.
“Yes…it’s me”, she said, smiling gently at him.
Those tears ran down his cheeks.
She’d only called him ‘darling’ when…
“Yes. I’ve remembered
myself”, Persephone said, snuggling into him.
“Love does conquer over all”, Athena said softly, smiling at
Aphrodite, who smiled back.
Their moment would be interrupted, however, when an enraged
shriek rent the air.
Chapter Twenty
“NOOOOOOOO!!!!” Demeter shrieked, flipping a table over. She stalked up to them as Hades helped
Persephone up.
To Hades’ surprise, Persephone resolutely stood in front of him.
“This has gone on for too long”, Persephone whispered. “This has got to stop.”
Demeter snarled at her. “If
you had just listened to me in the first place, you wouldn’t have gotten
hurt!! If you had just STAYED OUT OF IT,
I wouldn’t have felt the need to do what I did!!”
“Mother, don’t you understand?!
The wildlife in the Elysian Fields CAN’T BE TAMPERED WITH!!” Persephone
cried. “Everything will be thrown into
disarray if you try!!”
Demeter blinked at her for a moment before starting to
laugh. “Is THAT the story that your beloved
husband fed you??” Demeter asked, her laughter echoing through the Mount
Olympus Main Hall. She looked to Hades,
looking distinctly amused. “You never
TOLD her??”
Persephone scowled. “Told
me what? Why should I believe anything
that you’ve ever told me, after every lie you drilled into me?!”
She felt her husband stiffen behind her. “Persephone-“ Hades
began.
“Oh, this is TOO GOOD!!” Demeter crowed, just as a distinctly
disgruntled Eros went to stand next to her.
“ENOUGH!!” Persephone cried, not wanting to hear another word
that her mother had to say. She pressed
her hands together in front of her, as in prayer. A moment later, a ball of white light formed
in her hands. The ball grew as her hands
slowly pulled apart. As she did this,
the ball of light grew until it was roughly the size of her head. She then shot the ball of light at her
mother, hitting her square in the chest, making her fly backward.
Zeus went to intervene, but Aphrodite stopped him.
“This is Persephone’s fight”, she said softly. “She doesn’t want anyone to fight her battles
for her.”
Demeter, dazed, looked up to see Persephone conjuring another
ball of light. She didn’t even have time
to recover before Persephone shot again, getting her again in her chest, making
her roll to a wall.
It took Demeter a moment, but she recovered. She rolled out of the way as Persephone shot
a third ball at her. She formed a ball
of her own and shot her daughter, getting her in the belly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Eros, meanwhile, had inched his way towards Hades without anyone
noticing, and kicked him in the back of his knee, making him fall forward.
Hades recovered quickly, and growled. He turned and gave chase to Eros, and quickly
caught him, once again nearly beating the life out of him. He even let Athena get a few stomps to his
malfunctioning genitals. They ignored
him after that, because he had gone unconscious. Or so they thought.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Demeter and Persephone continued to trade blows. Demeter was weakening quickly, while
Persephone’s youth and vigor helped her recover quickly.
“Y-you don’t know…the full story”, Demeter panted, standing on
shaky legs.
“I don’t need to”, Persephone snarled. She blasted her mother again. “You’ve told me too many lies for me to
believe anything you have to say.”
Demeter stood again, panting.
“Hades never told you the real reason I wanted to become his wife…”
Persephone decided to humor her.
“And, just WHAT exactly is that?” she asked coldly, raising an eyebrow
at her.
“I wanted to ruin him”, Demeter said. Her breath continued to come in pants. “If I were his wife, I could find a way to
force him out of Mount Olympus for good.
“Why did you want to do that?
Why are you purposely dancing around the truth??” Persephone asked.
Demeter turned to Hades, glaring at him. “I wanted him gone because Hades murdered
your father.”
Persephone’s eyes widened.
She searched her mind, biting her lip. She turned to her husband. “Hades?” she whispered.
“It was an accident and you know it!!” Hades growled. He turned to Persephone. “You were there, Persephone. You were but a child, but you were
there. You saw everything that happened.
Persephone searched her mind some more, and found that he was
right. Her father and Hades had been
digging near a cliff face (She’d forgotten why), and somehow there was an
avalanche. She and her mother had been
sitting a good ways away. Hades had run
to him to try to get him out of the way, but he was too late. From the angle her mother had been sitting,
it looked as if Hades pushed him into the rocks.
“You’re right…it WAS an accident”, Persephone whispered. She looked to her mother. “It WAS an accident…we’ve tried to tell you
so many times, but you wouldn’t listen!!”
Tears came to Demeter’s eyes.
“He pushed him!! He pushed him into the avalanche!! He never had a
chance!!” Rage stole over her face
again. “And I’ll make him pay for it!!”
Eros had crawled, unnoticed, to Haephestus,
and stole his dagger and the vial of potion that was hanging from his
belt. He opened unsheathed the dagger,
opened the vial and poured the potion into the sheath (since every god and
goddess knew of this potion by its smell), and resheathed
the dagger. Since everyone was paying
attention to Demeter, he went unnoticed, that is, until he threw the dagger to
Demeter.
Demeter looked at the dagger in her hands, and unsheathed
it. One sniff of the potion made her
identify it instantly, making her grin maniacally. She raised the dagger to throw it. “It will finally end!!” she cried, throwing
it straight at Hades.
It would never get to its intended target, however, because upon
seeing the dagger leaving her mother’s hands, Persephone ran to push him out of
the way.
Hades gaped as Persephone froze, and after a moment, slumped
against him. To his horror, the dagger
was sticking out of her back.
He cradled her in his arms as he slowly knelt. “Persephone!!” he cried.
Demeter stared on in horror as she saw her daughter fall because
of the dagger she’d thrown. She
stumbled, and fell to her knees. “W-what
have I done?” she whispered, horrified and looking at her hands in disbelief.
“H-Hades”, Persephone croaked, reaching up and running her fingers
through his hair again.
“Don’t talk!!” Hades cried.
“We’ll get you help…” He turned to the assembled masses. “GET SOME HELP!!”
Aphrodite and Haephestus ran to get
things to fix her wound, while Athena pounced and pinned Demeter to the ground.
“Hades”, Persephone croaked again, coughing a bit and making a
ribbon of blood flow from the corner of her mouth. She smiled ruefully. “It…was not…to be, my love”, she gasped.
“No”, Hades whispered. “We’ll
get you some help…I swear it!!” He knew
that she was bleeding too quickly for them to get back in time.
“I…love you…with all my heart”, Persephone whispered.
Hades could only watch helplessly as she went limp in his arms…
Chapter Twenty-One
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*One Year Later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hades stood at the grave, his head bowed in sorrow. He looked at the headstone with tears in his
eyes as he laid a bundle of flowers on the earth.
“Hades”, said a voice.
He turned, wiping a tear away.
“You shouldn’t be about”, he said softly. He held out his hand, which the person took.
“I’m all right”, Persephone said quietly. She leaned her very pregnant frame against
his, as they both looked down at her father’s grave.
Hades turned his head to gaze down at her. It had been only by pure luck that Aphrodite
and Haephestus got to Persephone when they did (and,
surprisingly, due to Demeter’s assistance)…otherwise, she’d have died in his
arms. Since then, thankfully, they’d
found the antidote to the potion.
Since then, because of their actions, Zeus had stripped Eros of
his godhood, banishing him from Mt. Olympus and sending him into the caves into
the bottom of the world to live out the rest of his days. Someone else had taken his place. A nice young man with brown hair and clear
blue eyes, and a perfectly chiseled body.
He and Athena had taken a liking to each other immediately, and were a
few days away from getting married. He
called himself ‘John Cena’. Zeus,
however, told the young man that ‘his name would have to change.’
Demeter would have gotten the same punishment, but Persephone
had pleaded leniency, because, after all, she WAS her mother. In the end, Demeter had been stripped of her
title, and Persephone took her place.
She was still a goddess, however, but Zeus had yet to ‘find a place for
her to work’.
He ran his fingers through her hair. He grinned as she gasped, and took that hand,
placing it on her belly. A moment later,
and he felt the baby kick.
What was even better was that since the bond between Persephone
and Eros had never been consummated, it was very easy to break. Hades and Persephone had gotten remarried in
a resplendent ceremony, where every god and goddess attended. Zeus himself had given Persephone away.
“My son will grow strong”, Hades said quietly.
“My daughter will grow smart”, Persephone challenged,
raising an eyebrow up at him and smirking.
“Just wait, woman”, Hades growled playfully, bending to nuzzle
at her neck and making her giggle. “Just
you wait. I shall prove you wrong yet.”
“I am so petrified”, Persephone sighed boredly,
yawning exaggeratedly. “Truly.”
Hades growled again. “I
shall properly reprimand you, wife”, he said.
“But I shall do so later.”
They sighed in unison, and looked down at the grave. Persephone put the flowers that were in her
hand on the grave.
“Father would have been happy that we were married”, Persephone
said quietly.
“I know”, Hades replied, allowing her head to rest on his
shoulder again.
They stayed like that for a while until they heard a sound. They turned, and upon seeing the person
coming up to them, Hades instinctively stepped in front of Persephone
protectively.
Demeter stood there, with flowers in her hands. She shifted from foot to foot
uncomfortably. “I would like to spend
some time alone with my husband”, she said, not meeting their eyes.
Hades couldn’t resist getting in a jibe. “After the way you treated his daughter? He might not be very forgiving”, he said
icily. He would have spoken more, but
Persephone had put a hand on his shoulder.
“Let it go”, she whispered.
“It’s happened, and that’s that.”
Demeter was silent, her head bowed and tears running down her
cheeks. “Persephone…”,
she whispered.
“Demeter”, Persephone said, not having called her ‘Mother’ since
everything, “I know it’s been a year, and things have turned out so well…but I
can’t find it in my heart to forgive you.
Not yet. Maybe sometime in the
future, but not now.”
Demeter’s head was still bowed.
“I understand”, she said, the tears running down her cheek. Seeing her only child nearly dying before her
eyes finally made her understand exactly what she’d been doing. And because of what she’d done, she’d lost
the only family she had left. Maybe, one
day, she’d make it up to her and her husband someday.
Without another word, Hades guided Persephone away. He guided her to the Celestial Palace, and to
where Aphrodite and Haephestus were helping Athena
with wedding preparations.
“How are things going?” Persephone asked.
“Just fine”, Haephestus grunted,
hauling a huge pillar and setting it down.
“It’s nice to know that I’m only here for the hard labor.”
“But who will pick things up for me?” Aphrodite asked sweetly,
batting her eyelashes up at him.
Haephestus just growled as
Aphrodite went over to him and snuggled against him. He grudgingly wrapped his arms around her.
As Athena was looking at them with an amused raised eyebrow,
John came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, making her jump.
“Hello, beautiful”, John said, nuzzling her neck.
Athena giggled and melted into his muscled arms. “Hi”, she said.
Everyone couldn’t help but snicker at the way this proud and
mighty woman would turn into a giggly pile of mush at the very presence of this
man. Her glare at them only made them
snicker louder.
“If we’re all finished, CHILDREN…”,
Athena said. She straightened, and
turned her head, pressing a kiss to John’s lips. “Has Zeus figured out a name for you?”
John’s lip curled in distaste.
“You don’t want to know”, he replied.
Athena raised an amused eyebrow at him. “Are you going to tell me later?” Athena
asked.
“Maybe…if you’re a good girl”, John said, winking cheekily at
her.
Athena winked back, smiling at him.
Hades gently guided Persephone to a chair, and took his own
chair after she sat down. He sat a bit
in front of her, and faced his chair to the side. He picked up his wife’s feet, and set them
onto his lap. He took off her sandals
and massaged her swollen feet, making her smile gratefully at him. He smiled back.
“Do you think the child will be a boy or a girl?” John asked.
Both Hades and Persephone spoke in unison.
“A boy”, Hades said.
“A girl”, Persephone countered.
Everyone began to laugh as they glared playfully at each other.
They resumed talking about wedding plans until Persephone
gasped.
“What’s wrong?” Hades asked, getting up quickly (but not before
gently laying her feet on his chair), and kneeling next to her.
“I…I think we’ll find out very soon…” she whispered.
“Why do you say that?” Hades asked, taking her hands in his.
She looked up at him, pain etched into her features. “Because she wants out right now!!”
Chapter Twenty-Two
There was instant pandemonium.
Hades swept up his wife and took her to where she’d be comfortable while
she had the baby. Immediately, Zeus,
John, Haephestus, Jason, and a good number of gods
and goddesses were in the hallway.
Everyone was murmuring in excitement, anticipation and nervousness as
they heard cries from inside. Hera
herself had gone in with the girl to help her give birth, along with Athena,
Aphrodite, and a few of the other goddesses.
Hades was pacing in the hallway, while Haephestus,
Zeus, John, Jason, and many others milled outside.
“You are going to wear a path in the carpet”, Zeus said
amusedly. “She will be fine. She is healthy and strong.”
“What if…” Hades began.
“She will be fine”, Jason reiterated, putting a hand on his
friend’s shoulder. “We’ve taken every
precaution.”
Hades continued to pace, with his hands behind his back and his
head bowed as he forced himself to block out the cries and screams of
Persephone as she gave birth.
He was about to rush into the room, but Haephestus
held him back.
“We have to wait until they let us in”, Haephestus
said.
Hades grumbled as he sat down heavily in a chair that Zeus
forcefully pushed him into. He didn’t
stay in it, however, as he got up to start pacing again.
After about another half of an hour of commotion inside the
room, everyone heard Persephone scream louder than she ever had before,
followed by the wail of a baby a moment later.
Hades froze, looking at the door, and then at everyone else. But, what made him freeze was the fact that
Persephone screamed again, a long, agonized scream, and the wail of another
baby.
Hades wasn’t even paying attention when Hera, Athena, Aphrodite,
and the others came out, so intent was he that he imagined that second wailing.
“You can go inside now”, Hera said softly, putting her hand on
Hades’ arm.
Hades, dazed, blinked and walked into the room without a word.
The room was sunny and bright, but not TOO bright as to not to
disturb the newly born baby.
But, as Hades walked into the room, he realized that he HADN’T
imagined it. There was his wife, looking
tired but ecstatic, holding a newborn babe in each arm. One was wrapped in a light powder pink
blanket, while the other was wrapped in a light powder blue blanket.
“Twins”, she said, her voice faint yet jubilant. “We had twins!!”
Hades gaped as he slowly walked over to the bed to look over his
children. The girl had a fine yellow
dusting of hair on her head, while the boy had what looked like a fiery red
mane over his. He slowly sat down on the
bed next to his tired wife, and gazed down at all three of them. He wordlessly held out his arms, and
Persephone carefully handed him the one wrapped in pink.
“You see?” she said cheekily, “I told you that we’d have a girl.”
“YOU see?” Hades said, without missing a beat. “I told YOU that we’d have a boy.”
Persephone giggled.
“Who was born first?” Hades asked.
“The boy, I think”, Persephone sighed, snuggling deeper against
the pillows that were propping her up.
“Do you wish to let everyone in now, or do you want to rest?”
Hades asked, gently holding his daughter in one arm, and fluffing her pillows
with the other.
“You can let them in now”, Persephone said. She then smiled tiredly. “Better to get it over with now, and save the
trouble of waking up to people milling about outside the door.”
He got up and, still holding his little girl, he went to the
door, opening it, and allowing everyone inside.
The men immediately crowded around Hades and ‘oohed’
and ‘aahed’ at the tiny bundle in his arms, while the
women went to Persephone and cooed over the tiny bundle in hers.
“What are you going to name them?” Aphrodite said, smiling down
at the little boy.
Persephone and Hades looked at each other. “We’re still debating on that”, Persephone
said slowly. She looked longingly at the
girl in Hades’ arms. “I shall like to
call her Kore.”
“Kore”, Hades said, looking
thoughtful. “Kore
it shall be.”
“What about our son?” Persephone asked.
Hades thought for a good long moment. “Alexandros”, he
murmured. He snuggled his Kore’s tiny form against his cheek. “’Defender of Mankind’.”
“Alexandros” Persephone parroted. She then nodded once. “Alexandros it
shall be.”
Hades smiled, and he stepped out of the crowd of admirers and
went to the bed, sitting next to his wife.
He handed her Kore, and took Alexandros into his arms.
“Alexandros”, he murmured. “My son, you shall do me proud.” He looked over at Persephone, who was fawning
over their daughter. “Protect your
mother and sister should I be unable to do so.”
The little boy cooed and gurgled and did all the cute sounds
that all babies do. The baby’s tiny
hands reached up for the huge person that was hovering over him. Hades brought him up to snuggle against his
face as the baby grasped at his nose, which made Hades chuckle. “I see we have ourselves a nose grabber”, he
murmured. The boy was only a newborn,
and yet he seemed to know that the person holding him was his father. The boy began to cry a bit, as all newborns
do, and his father softly crooned to him.
“Hush now, my son”, he said quietly.
“Rest. You’ve had an eventful
day.”
The boy settled, and closed his tiny eyes, falling asleep in his
father’s arms as he continued to rumble softly to him in his deep voice.
Hades looked over to Persephone again, who looked back at him
with adoring eyes. He shifted his son so
he was holding him with one massive arm, while reaching out and brushing a
golden strand of hair out of her forehead with the other hand. The smile that was on his face widened when
she leaned her cheek into his hand, allowing his palm to cup it gently. Sparks ran through his body when she turned
into it, and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm. He cleared his throat and gently handed back Alexandros into Persephone’s arms.
She held the babies for a little while longer until Hera started
to shoo everyone out, insisting that mother and babies needed their proper
rest. Hades took Kore,
and Hera took Alexandros and placed the children into
their respective cribs. Hera left them
be, while Persephone snuggled down into the bed, and Hades sat in a chair next
to the bed.
“You can lay next to me if you wish”,
Persephone yawned tiredly.
“You’ve just given birth to our children, Persephone”, Hades
said quietly. He leaned over and brushed
her forehead again with his hand. “You
need to rest now.”
“Please”, Persephone whispered.
“Please be here with me.”
Hades didn’t need to be asked twice. He undid his sandals, and lay on the bed next
to her, gathering her exhausted form in his arms. “Sleep now”, he rumbled softly, kissing her
forehead.
This time, it was SHE who didn’t need to be told twice. She rested her head on his chest and
immediately fell asleep.
He held her there, threading his fingers through her hair, just
watching her sleep. The woman he would
move the heavens and even the Elysian Fields and Tartarus
for had just given birth to his…no…THEIR…children. There was nothing in this existence that
would take away the happy feeling inside his heart and soul at this very
moment.
‘No’, he thought, still
gazing down at her. ‘Nothing at all.’
Chapter Twenty Three
The weeks passed, and the children grew bigger and stronger with
every day. All the Gods of Mount Olympus
were wrapped around little Kore’s **pronounced ‘cor-ay’’** finger, while the Goddesses were drawn in by the
infant charms of little Alexandros. Both parents couldn’t be prouder of their
children.
One night, while their babies slept soundly in their cribs,
Hades was holding a sleeping Persephone in his arms. Upon watching her, he knew her to be
dreaming. She began to stir fitfully in
his arms, and he closed his own eyes, laying a hand on her forehead, his own
consciousness experiencing her dream.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Dream Sequence*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
‘Everything is so big here’, baby
Persephone decided, crawling her way to the Mt. Olympus Main Hall. ‘So bright, too.’ She was looking for her mama, but couldn’t
seem to find her. ‘Where could mama be?’ No one could understand her baby language, so
there was no point in asking anyone. The
problem was, however, that there was no one around.
Persephone continued to crawl through
the Main Hall, in search of someone who could find her mama for her. In her travels, she encountered someone
breezing through.
The person, Eros, she remembered her
mama telling her, looked down at her with a look that plainly stated that he
was not exactly FOND of babies. “What do
you want, ankle biter?” he asked.
Persephone looked up at him, and
gurgled, like all babies do. “Do you
know where my mama is?” she asked in her baby language.
Of course, Eros could not understand
her. He picked her up and held her at
arms’ length, his face having a mask of distaste. He looked around, and upon seeing a door, he
went over to it. He got it opened, and
seeing that it was a small closet, he set the baby down on top of a few linens that
were strewn on the floor. He then looked
down at the baby, who looked up at him, he shrugged
and closed the door. Baby Persephone
distinctly heard the ‘click’ of a lock.
“There”, she heard him say. “That should keep her out of trouble for a
while.”
The room was instantly pitch black as soon as Eros shut the door. The dark was scary for little Persephone, and
she began to cry. ‘Where is my mama?’
she thought helplessly as she cried. ‘I
want my mama!!’
She spent hours in that closet,
crying her little heart out, frightened beyond all measure. Would anyone come and find her? Did anyone know she was here? Did her mama know she was missing and locked
in this closet?
Then, all at once, the door opened,
and a very big man was framed in it.
Persephone continued to cry, a fist pressed to her mouth, looking up at
him. His auburn hair was pulled back on
his head, which was tilted to the side.
“Here’s where that crying was coming
from”, the big man said soothingly, his deep voice calming her, as he bent and
scooped her tiny form up into his massive arms.
“How did you get in there, I wonder?
Did someone lock you in?”
Persephone cried still, not from fear
this time, but so thankful that someone had come and taken her out of that
scary place. She snuggled against him,
her crying reduced to fretful whimpers as he crooned softly at her, sitting
down and rocking her gently.
“Persephone!!” Demeter cried, running
up to them. “Oh, Hades, thank you!!
Where did you find her??”
“She was locked in that closet there”,
Hades said.
Demeter blinked. “Locked? How in the world could she have locked
herself in??” she asked.
“Obviously, she didn’t lock herself
in”, Hades said, in infinite patience. “Someone
locked her in there.” He tried to hand
Persephone back to Demeter, but the baby began to cry again as soon as she left
Hades’ arms.
Demeter blinked again, and once again
deposited Persephone in Hades’ embrace, where she quieted instantly. “I think she’s found her champion”, Demeter
said softly, as Persephone began to coo and gurgle happily, clapping her little
hands together. After a few moments, Demeter’s surprise grew as Persephone fell
asleep in the big man’s arms.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End of Dream Sequence*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Both Hades’ and Persephone’s eyes opened at the exact same time.
“I remember that”, Persephone whispered.
“So it was Eros who locked you in”, Hades growled. He was still sorely disappointed that Zeus
had not allowed HIM to dish out Eros’ ultimate punishment.
Persephone nodded. She
peeked up at him. “Demeter always
wondered why I took such a liking to you, even when I was a child.” She snuggled even deeper into his arms. Those arms that always made her feel
safe. Those arms that chased away the
scary things in the darkness. “I
remember you always being my sort of watchdog after that before she took me
away.”
Hades chuckled. “Indeed”,
he said, holding her closer. He’d
remembered Demeter’s frantic pleas for him to help her find tiny Persephone,
who’d wandered from her babysitter, who happened to be Zeus himself. Hades went all around Mt. Olympus looking for
the little one, until he’d heard crying from somewhere. It had taken him an hour, but he finally
found a frightened Persephone locked in that closet. Of course, the child was far too short for
her to reach the doorknob, much less lock herself in. Demeter had been INFURIATED with Zeus, who
had been, not surprisingly, dallying with another mortal. Her father had been off on one of his
travels, so he hadn’t been there at the time.
He remembered such fear in that tiny, adorable face. Golden curls were on her head, and her little
fist was to her mouth, her face red and tear
streaked. Since that very moment, she
had Hades wrapped around her little finger.
It was a shame about Demeter though…he realized that she hadn’t been so
vindictive while her husband was alive…only after his death did she begin her downward spiral.
He looked down at her and realized that she’d fallen back to
sleep. Her pale lashes rested against
her cheeks, her hair falling in soft, silky ringlets threaded through his
fingers, and over his arm. They had been
through so much to get to where they were now.
So much pain and suffering, and yet, somehow, he would not have changed
a single thing, given the chance.
He never truly had gotten to watch her grow up. After her father died, Demeter had taken her
somewhere where no one could find them for a good long while. When they came back, Persephone had suddenly
transformed in his eyes, from an adorably happy child, to a breathtakingly
beautiful young woman. It had taken him
a long time, but he had finally gotten the courage to approach her.
His arms tightened around her as she snuggled against his large
frame, her face raised up to bury itself in his neck. His body stirred at the feel of her breath
puffing against his skin, but despite what his body was demanding at the
moment, he didn’t have the heart to wake her.
She looked so very peaceful while she slept now, so very serene.
He stayed awake for a long while afterward, just watching his
lovely bride sleep, running his fingers through her silky hair. His hand moved to her flower petal soft
cheek, and smiled a bit to himself when her lips curled upward serenely,
nuzzling his palm happily. It was the
quiet moments like these he treasured.
His wife’s body snuggled firmly against his, with his arms around her,
and their babies sleeping soundly in the cribs in the corner of the room while
the sun slowly began to rise.
He cuddled her a bit closer before sleep pulled him under, a
single thought in his head:
‘Eternity.’
*~*~*The End