PM me if you want a story to be written. I write on demand also because I love Greek mythologies very much. Besides this was just me bored.
"You can never own my soul, spirit or my mind."
"True but you are eternally bound to me. It is because of me, your husband, your lord, your king and your lover as well, you will have return to me."
"I loathe you, despise you and hate you, don't you see?"
She asked pushing his hand away from arm. She hated even to see the face of her tormentor. He had used her like a possession, a thing which he liked to bend according to his will.
"Nay, wife. I only see your beautiful face. You mesmerize me; tempt me like a goblet of ambrosia to a dying mortal."
He caressed her face and pulled her in his embrace. He knew she didn't like him a bit but she was all he has left. Him the king of underworld, Hades, has to even part with his wife. Six months, an eternity of six months stands between him and his wife.
If he wanted, he could have started a war against the gods, but then she would have hated him further. She loved the mortals and he knew that.
"Persephone…"
He whispered longingly before taking a last sweet kiss from her. She stood still like a statue of marble. He drank in her smell, crushed her flowery- fragile frame to his.
"Oh, Persephone…"
He murmured but she pulled away from him. She didn't to be with him, he realized and freed her.
Like a caged bird, she flew away from him the moment she was freed. She ran straight towards her mother, in her mother's arms. He thought ironically, what he will not do just to have her glimpse at him.
Like, a fallen god he then descended into the shadows. Only a memory of her dark hairs with her ivory skin and forest green orbs are left.