I Lie Because I Care…/I.L.B.I.C Series
Hades/Hera
If you don't like incest do not read. But then again the whole Zeus/Hera thing is practically Incest, so yeah...whatever really.
This is a bit sad, so close the page if you don't like this kind of stuff, because the later on chapters are all sad as well, most of the time.
The rating for this story is Teen.
Length is about 800+ words.
Type of the story is Drabble, because this is too short to be considered a one-shot or a short story really.
*Note*
This has been slightly re-edited along with being re-written. I felt like the story needed more than just a measly 400 words, so I gave it more.
"First Loves, never die…"
Hades loathes the silence, because during the silence he would then begin to think, about everything, beginning from death, and up to his past, and Hades loathes his past as well, with a passion that rivals the heat of Helios's sun.
Hades disliked his past, and still dislikes it, because it reminds him of someone he'd lost long ago, someone he'd wanted with every fibre of his being as an Olympian god, he wanted that someone who'd stolen his heart when she first gave him a shy glance and later on, pretty coy smiles.
He was still absolutely in love with her, even now after 600 years, he could not get over the idea that she now, belonged to somebody else.
Because for him, it was impossible, improbable, and completely unbelievable. Yet, it was so very true, she no longer was his...and that broke something inside of him, made him feel pain, loneliness, and empty. So very empty that nothing he did could fill that void where she'd taken his heart with her.
He remembers, the nights filled with hushed words, and sweet whispers, now, he wonders sadly.
Where did those nights go?
He cannot help the flutter in his heart, his emotions in utter turmoil, especially when he remembers he is so far away from her. He had never expected to lose her to his own brother, and knowing that she was always sad with him -Zeus-, hurt him even more, she was his. But now she isn't. It feels terrible because, she was unhappy, just like him, and they weren't together, her vows kept her tied down to a marriage and relationship that only brought her constant misery, and made her so very bitter to the women she'd claimed to protect from men such as his brother.
He misses the days when he'd kiss her soft dark lips, and hold her tightly in his arms, hugging her lithe figure close to him, afraid to let go, and scared that he could lose her back then. What he hadn't known was that his foolishness back then, were actually correct assumptions.
He did lose her…eventually.
It had been due to a disagreement, along with a year of silence, in which, after it Zeus had dared, and managed to steal her away. But not in the way, a prince would woo a stubborn damsel, but in the way a tyrant would scar a woman, shaming her to the point where she had to marry him. For her virtue no longer belonged to her, he knew what Zeus had done to her. He'd killed the innocent and beautiful woman that she had been.
Zeus had killed his first love, to the point where she could no longer be that carefree, yet quite spirited goddess he'd fallen in love with.
Now, during the dark nights, as he lay beside his wife, he could only think of her -Hera- Queen of the Greek gods, his first love, and no matter what he did, he couldn't erase her. The worst thing was that, because Persephone was much like her, he'd chosen her to be the replacement. Her naivety reminded him, so much of that sweet innocent goddess Hera once was. The goddess she would've been if, Zeus had not changed her so. He couldn't stand it, he missed her even more, knowing that she was unhappy, he was furious at his brother for doing this to the woman he loved-no he was still in love with her, and that is his biggest dilemma right there. Since he was already married and so was she, he should not be doing this to his wife, but...it was Hera.
Hades would bring down all of Olympus, if he knew he had a chance of making her his once again.
As a god of the Underworld, he never believed the saying "First loves never die", thinking it was common among the mortal men who were foolish enough not to realize a wonderful woman when they still had her. But now, as he glances at the dark obsidian walls, eerie lights and the suffocating stench of death, he realizes, he could never stop loving her.
She had been his sun, and so much more. To forsake everything she meant to him was to give up living, his memories of her were what kept him going on.
The realization is painful, but Hades cannot deny it.
First loves, just don't die…