You guys remember my first attempt of a Hades and Persephone crossover a while back? Well, thanks to the certain purge, I decided to start anew with a new series called Yuri! on ICE, inspired by the artwork of tumblr blogger, wikeila. She had an amazing concept of Victuuri as Hades and Persephone respectively and I just had to write my own take on it. Keep in mind with certain things when reading this fanfic. First and foremost, Victor and Yuuri will be the respective human names of Hades and Persephone when mingling with mortals. Second, Yuuri won't be related to the Katsukis in this story. Third, there might be a possibility that certain characters of YoI will be given roles of either the major players of Olympus, minor gods, or nature spirits/creatures. And on a side note, that this might be the edited version. The Uncut Version is available on my Archive of Our Own page, it's WarriorNun in case you lovely readers want to know.

I thank you for being with me despite all this time has passed. With that said, please enjoy.

Paring(s): Victuuri (Victor/Yuuri), Onesided Yuri/Yuuri (YuriYuu), future OtaYuri

WARNING: This fanfiction may contain certain themes unsuitable to readers. This will contain homoerotic slash, stalking, violence, strong language, usage of alcohol/substance, and things of that nature. Reader discretion is advised.

There are many gods and goddesses that watch over the many realms of what we perceived as the world and the universe. Each one is powerful in his or her own right, their influence is known in any city, within homes, even amongst Mother Nature herself. They are loved and admired as they are feared and respected.

But there is only one god that every mortal, even the creatures of natural or divine origin, feared more then most.

He had many names.

The Unseen One.

The Giver of Wealth.

The Dour King

Lord of the Dead.

Even Zeus of the Underworld.

Even though they could call him whatever they like, they all agree to never utter his name out loud.

And that name…is Hades.

But to me…

He is Victor.

That man is staring again.

A groan escaped from his lips as he tried to tend to the flowers that he currently had at the moment but to now avail. Not knowing the fact that he was being stared by some strange man dressed completely in black from afar. It had been going on for a while. And by a while, since…huh, come to think of it, he can't remember how it all started. But then again, with being a god, time seemed to be irrelevant after you stopped aging at one certain point of growing up.

Though by god standards, he was still considered a teenager.

Persephone took a peek from the corner of his eye and confirmed that the man was still there.

Well, a god to be exact…

How does he know that he is a god?

Well, last time he checked normal humans don't have silver hair at a young age. And having said hair being flowing in the air like it was smoke. Or stand in shadowed parts of the woods as he stared at you for hours on end.

Like he was doing right now at the moment.

He didn't know how it started, but it was starting to make him uneasy.

However, he hasn't done anything to him.

…Yet.

But as long as he kept his distance, Persephone would just do the only sensible thing and try to ignore him while he works. Although it was proven to be futile since he could practically feel the other god's eyes on him but it was the only option he had. So for now, ignoring him and tending to the flowers that he had just planted. He closed his eyes, took a deep meditative breath before exhaling out slowly as he focused upon his center, concentrating the amount of power he had within and transfer it to the patch before him. It practically took the centuries of discipline to master his craft underneath the tutelage of his mother, but lately he was producing some favorable results that he could be proud of. He dared to slowly open his eyes to see the fruit of his labor, then smiling widely when he saw lavender colored blooms before him.

Persephone was so happy that he wanted to cry at any moment.

"I…I did it!" He breathed out, taking in the sweet scent of the roses that he created. "I actually did it!"

He was so enraptured by the sight of his work, that he didn't notice the man watching him. Smiling softly before slipping into the darkness until his entire being was engulf within it. Leaving no trace of him being there.

Soon, my flower…soon…

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A/N: Lavender roses represent enchantment in the language of flowers