Hades

He was- is- the king of the Underworld. By all rights, he's just a fearsome as Zeus, and he was just as self-righteous. Hades considered himself impossible to love because he considered love impossible to give. There were too many chances to hurt and to be hurt, and he had better things to do than to nurse a broken heart. So of course when his heart fluttered at the sight of Persephone, he knew he would have to squash that emotion long before it grew into something more troublesome. If only it were that simple.

32Likes
11Comments
2505Views
AA

2. If It's Love

Winter

     Persephone stood before me wearing a gown sewn by long-dead queens with too much time on their hands. It was the color of bleached bone but flowed like milk as she moved. Her skin had paled slightly due to the lack of real sunlight, but she was every bit as beautiful as that day in the clearing. Her silvery hair held tiny diamonds that were braided in with an intricate design, and they had somehow managed to curl a few loose strands to fall and frame her heart-shaped face. The only real color on her was the light blush that dusted over her freckled cheeks. She was so beautiful, my chest physically ached. She was worth so much more than this...

     "You don't have to do this," I sighed, already waving Thanatos away. He had been benevolent enough to grace us with a human form so that he could properly marry us, and I actually was grateful, but I couldn't force Persephone to sign her life away just for a shadow of freedom. "I don't want to be under my mother's boot anymore," Persephone nearly growled as she grabbed Thanatos to keep him in place.

     He was at first the color of paper, but instantly turned several shades of red as he registered Persephone's grip. The old ghoul normally hated physical contact- we all did in the Underworld- but Persephone had a way of crawling through such things. Plus, by every right aside from marriage, she was the queen of the Underworld, and no one in their right minds would challenge her. Especially in my presence. That didn't mean I wouldn't.

     "You wouldn't be free here either. Not really. You would always be cold and you could never eat the food here... The dead aren't much for company, and I'll usually be busy. There's no real sun here. The only light you'll feel is what comes from Elysia. Is that the kind of life you want?" I glared.

     I was condemned to this life. It was my place to watch over the dead and to ensure the balance between life and death. I was damned to live a life of darkness and solitude. I was used to the never-fading chill and the hollow halls. I was used to the emptiness. But that was after years of cursing those who sat in the sun. After hating everyone for casting me as the eternal villain. But I didn't want that for Persephone. I didn't want her to hate me.

     "I don't care," she shook her head. "Besides, I'm not just marrying you to spite my mother."

     To this, I raised a brow.

     "Was it my stunning good looks that won you over or my extraordinary conversation skills?"

     "I believe your acting talent, dear," she giggled before placing a gentle hand on my cheek. "I want to marry you, Hades."

     "And if you regret it?" I asked, working hard to keep any emotion from my voice. I'd had plenty of practice over the years in that regard.

     This time, Persephone placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

     "I know where Thanatos sleeps."

     I wasn't sure who that was a threat to, and it just made me more attracted to her.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...