Hello Readers! Perky-Thief here again, bringing you another Greek Mythology FanFic. This one is another retelling of the whole Hades & Persephone debacle. I know it's sort of similar to my last one, but I felt some strange need to write last night. Anyway, I hope you all like it.
Enjoy!!
Title: When Spring Loved Death
Chapter: One
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The bright sun shone low in the sky, indicating early morning. The scent of the damp morning dew still hung in the air and the blades of grass glistened with tiny beads of moisture. Persephone plucked a flower from its bed, shaking the cool water droplets off its dark leaves. Holding it to her nose, she breathed in deeply, inhaling the fresh smell of the spring flower.
Carefully placing the delicate object into her woven reed basket, she continued on her way down the meadow. Innocent; without a single care in the world.
The blistering sun attacked his dark eyes, streaking the whites of them with red lines. Even using his hand as a block did no good; Helios still blinded him. Hades' nose twitched in annoyance at the misty smell of lingering rain. It made him sick.
The dark god retreated to a shady shelter under a grove to escape the harassment of the heartless burning sphere. Hades hated the light, mostly because he had grown so accustomed to the darkness of his kingdom. In fact, he didn't even want to be in mortal air anyway; he had simply felt a deep shift in the many layers of earth and became concerned. After a bit of searching, it turned out to be nothing more than Apollo and Hermes playing with some of Zeus's thunderbolts. Idiots.
Hades wasn't exactly sure why he was still above ground anyway. He could easily go back home if he'd wanted to; but something told him to stay. Something…he wasn't sure what it was. But it felt as if a strong presence were pulling him where he needed to go.
Traveling under the darkness of the grove, Hades strolled alongside the green meadow, watching life around him interact. The insects buzzed loudly and deer frolicked among the grassy patches. It was almost sickening how happy even the birds appeared.
When the sun had reached its Zenith, Hades knew he'd wasted enough time here. He tied his thick, black cloak tighter for his journey, his ears detecting a sweet sound. 'What is that Heavenly sound?' he wondered with interest. 'Just a few more moments above ground won't kill me.' He ventured further into the meadow, his ears leading the way.
The walk couldn't have been more painful. The heat blistered; the wind had taken a rest; and he hadn't a single drop of nectar. As Hades prepared to turn around and leave, something caught his eye. A small figure twirled in the distance, emitting the soft and delicate sounds of which he heard.
Pulling out his invisibility helmet, Hades took his final intrigued steps towards the enchanting outline dancing near another grove.
Persephone spun in circles, still laughing at the wood nymphs whom had left to find more flowers. Her childish laugh now changed into a mature soft song, as she began to hum a soft and melodious tune. Gathering up the plant life with her now, she began to weave them into an intricate type of floral crown.
As she reached for a new set of flowers to join with the others, Persephone heard a twig snap behind her. But there was no one there. She shivered as a chill crept up her spine and spread throughout her body. Persephone set her attention back to the flower crown and continued singing. A moment later, another twig snapped.
Standing up, she shouted, "Show your self!" No movement appeared save for a few baby birds in the trees. Persephone tried once more.
"Don't be such a coward. If you will not reveal yourself to me, then I shall not stay here any longer." Collecting the surrounding flowers, she put them in her basket and slung it over her arm. Persephone would never admit it, but the sheer fright that she had felt moments before was her main reason for wanting to leave now.
Hades knew it was now or never.
"Wait, child." Cautiously removing his helmet, he anticipated Persephone's reaction: a scream or shriek in fear like most people and gods. No different than the others he had encountered. But, no. She was different; she did not yell nor run away in fear. She simply remained motionless, as his body tensed.
Persephone looked at him delicately, "Were you the one who broke those twigs? That wasn't very nice; I'm sure they had feelings too." Persephone stepped forward and placed a velvet hand on the Dark Lord's clammy cheek. "Who are you, milord? I haven't seen you before." She would've recognized his intricate face anywhere. It intrigued her; she couldn't look away.
"You haven't seen me, but I know you. I've only heard of you, never met. No doubt you've heard of me, though. I'm sure your mother has given you warning of me." His voice came out breathless; her beauty captured all his senses.
A smile graced her face. "Oh, so you're the dark lord, Hades. Yes, my mother has told me of you. She said you're a dangerous god. But you don't look very dangerous."
"I can be," he smirked.
"Oh really?" she grinned. A small smirk, similar to his own, tugged at the corners of her lips.
"You have no idea."
A sudden mixture of lust and desire overtook her eyes as a full smirk fell upon her lips. She glided closer to him, nearly pressing her body against his. Persephone stood on her tiptoes and whispered into Hades' ear in a deep voice, "Then show me."
Hades took hardly a moment to look her in the eye before taking her up in his arms and capturing her mouth within his. Persephone wrapped her arms around his brood body, scattering the flowers on the grass from her fallen basket. Hades, following suit, placed an arm behind her back, fumbling with the many strings and strands of her bodice. Persephone dipped her back to an arc, allowing Hades one good pull to remove the garments. With this method, the offending article was soon lost, lying scattered with the flowers. Hades pulled Persephone closer to him and lifted her up, giving her one final kiss. He bent on his knees, placing her supple body on the spongy grassland of the grove.
As his left hand traveled towards the ties of her dress at the shoulder, Persephone stopped him, pushing his hand away. "Please," she panted. "Not here."
Hades looked at her in confusion.
"Please," she repeated. "My mother…"
Nothing more need be said. Hades helped her up quickly, and giving a sharp whistle, the ground split in two, spewing two black stallions dragging a chariot. He escorted Persephone into his onyx chariot studded with black diamonds, leaving behind both her flowers and ripped girdle. He cued to the horses and they were gone, tunneling toward the dark caverns of the Underworld to Hades domain.
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