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Hades, the mighty King of the Underworld. Not the god, that title already belonged to another. HE was angry at her every time she snarled at him about it. It was not that she was angry at him. No, she had accepted her situation a long while back. Besides, it hadn't been his fault exactly that he raped her, she could blame cupid for that. That brat loved causing trouble around, always strengthening emotions or putting obsessions here and there. That was all there was to him after all. He couldn't create love. All that he could create was a strong obsession. Normally, his arrows wouldn't have make it go to the point of raping another, like what happened with Hades, but somehow Cupid just HAD to be drunk that day and not realize that Hades was already in love with me. Imagine what happened when and obsession arrow struck him. That was where everything began.
To tell the truth, I had always noticed him. I mean, who couldn't? He had the mysterious and bad boy aura around him. He was a magnet to girls, with one side a cold person, and on the other a hidden softie. Yes, you heard right. Hades IS a softie in certain matters. Anyway, back to the main topic. That was the reason I was surprised when he approached me, and disappointed when he raped me. I didn't think he'd do that, and it was bloody confusing, really. I had no idea about the arrow or about his attraction to me at the time. Disbelief is what I felt.
The ironic thing is, I felt very disappointed when I learned he had not done it on his own free will. I mean, that would have at least been a sign that he liked me, even if only for my looks. I was split, one side relieved that he wasn't that kind of person and the other… well, you just heard. From then on, even after hearing that I was going to be his queen, I tried to anger him. It was my relief from all these confusing feelings I had, but, without knowing, I hurt him. Little by little, he began to withdraw even more from me and when I finally had my feelings sorted, he was unapproachable to me. It wasn't until he accidentally read my diary that he began to open again. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, seriously. Soon, I started to see his smile, to cry when the time came for me to go up, meet my mother. But I never forgot that I would return to see my dark, handsome, husband, Hades, the same man who made me, Persephone, goddess of spring, his queen.