Afterlife:Persephone and Hades
There should have been fire. She was definitely expecting there to be blazing red fire, tortured souls, and Cerberus foaming at the mouth. Instead as she descended, trepidation eating away at her, she was surrounded by iridescent milky light filling a void of darkness. She clung to the stony wall as she continued slowly down the circling steps taking in the scene before her. Looking forward she was surprised by the layout before her. She paused for a moment taking in the landscape. Directly ahead of her was a forest of luminously vibrant trees. Leading from the steps and through those lustrous trees was a road of an almost opulent onyx color. She turned her head to the side searching for others or for any signs of movement and found none. And yet she had the distinct feeling she was being watched. Swallowing audibly she continued forward down the winding steps and onto the onyx road. Only then did she realize how she was dressed.
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She collapsed amid the chaos, sobbing. "I hate you. I hate you!" Her voice broke into the motionless air, hung amid the feathers, shivered in its anger.
He stood with shadowed eyes on the other side of the closed door. He knew she thought he couldn't hear her, knew she thought he was elsewhere attending to business as usual--knew what she thought of him. When her furious sobs had given way to shuddering breaths he said quietly, "The door isn't locked," and as a startled silence fell inside the room he swept away down the hall, shoulders bent with the weight of drifting feathers.
The silence of the dining room as he approached was too silent; he didn't bother looking in.
She sat curled on the bed with the remains of the furnishings scattered around her. Her eyes were bloodshot and there was snot on
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He watched his opposite.
His other half.
(Goddess of the Earth who belonged in the Sun)
They truly were the more he thought about it.
(Dark sun kissed skin & dark firry red hair with leaf green eyes)
(His skin so pale & blonde hair and icy blue eyes)
She stares out with lightless eyes at the river of Styx wanting to cross it.
To go back up & stand under the warm sun where she belongs.
To talk to the flowers & watch them grow while birds sing in praise of her beauty.
Eating honeysuckles & pomegranates & drinking the finest wine.
He was selfish, but even so she would look at him love.
(Her fingers tangled in his hair when she kissed him)
She would try her best to smile at him and tell him she loved him.
Her words were like a sweet powdery lie that would melt on his tongue.
He was a selfish monster who devoured these lies in the dead of night when they were tangled together in silk and sweat.
(He always felt like he was melting when he held her at night)
She would sit n
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Despite his expressionless face, Hades was surprised at the sights around him. He walked through a white covered landscape, with bare trees that looked to be clawing against the slate grey sky. The wind was harsh, carrying cold white crystals of snow on the currents of air that brushed passed his solid, armour-clad, towering frame.
His cobalt blue eyes looked around for any life in this barren land. He didn't even see a plant or animal. However, he wasn't searching for those. He quickly walked forward, his cloak and hair sweeping behind him as he moved against the wind.
Hades had not been in the world above for years. He last walked the earth after the war with the titans, when he and his brothers were deciding who would rule which realm. He remembered that before he descended into the depths of the earth, he looked out at the sunset over the horizon, realising that he may never see the beauty that this world held ever again. Eve
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Souls scattered like leaves upon the fields of the dead as their God walked amongst them. Somber and cold, he was called Hades and he was the Lord of the dead. So feared by mortals that even his name was not mention, for they believed that just that might bring his attention to them and he would call for Hermes to bring them to the underworld. He was the richest of all the Gods, as all treasures of the underground and soil were his but his riches meant little for there was no one to share these things with.
As other Gods were praised he was loathed, only the dead would keep him company and only the greedy ferryman, Charon, would speak to him. As he walked he could here the laughter of the Goddess Demeter and her Nymphs in Olympus and of course the laughter of lovely little Persephone. Hades had felt his heart for the first time when he heard the laughter of Persephone, all creatures smiled upon hearing it. Hades had longed for a Queen of such brightness and joy, something that
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Hades realized he had lost control but he loved the way she shuddered so very much. He pulled away, removing his hands from the warmth of his Queen. Persephone groaned from the loss of his touch. Do not pull away She whispered and tried to hold him back. We cannot continue if someone were to see then our plan would be for not. He said gravely. I will not smile and I will keep my lips tightly closed, I swear it. Persephone assured him with an innocent excitement.
He smiled wryly at her then. I think that would be quite impossible, my Queen. He said and took her hand in his. I would not be doing my duties as a husband if you could keep from smiling and speaking. He lead her from the tree and back into the light of the field. They walked hand in hand across the field, forgetting themselves. Persephone had laced her fingers tightly with his and did not intend to let go. I had
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She noticed something, a long time ago, that sort of worried her. She didn't have to say a word to him for him to know what she wanted. She didn't have to open her mouth, didn't even have to look at him. He just knew things.
But he had to mumble and fidget, after all the centuries, when he wanted something from her (and that something was often just for her to glance at him it seemed). He still had to speak up to get his message across. She never had learned his body language, though he knew her instantly. She wondered if there was a reason for that
He treated her more like a princess than a queen. He doted on her in his own awkward way. He still didn't talk to her much, still fidgeted and mumbled when he had to, but he constantly showered her with presents and riches. One morning, only a few years into their marriage, she had woken up to a set of dolls of colored glass and figurines made of emerald, ruby, sapphire, and onyx.
Though, she mused as she brushed