Disclaimer: Greek Myths were around LONG before me, so no I don't own anything except the idea of Hades and Persephone having a wedding.
His fierce eyes burning so brightly
Hatred spilling over, ever so slightly
Black robes billowing behind him
The servants have never been so frightened
She would pay dearly now
How could she? He thinks how?
To leave him standing at the altar
Like a human, she had faltered
I feel his presence long before he arrives
His aura hitting me like knives
His wrath I will face alone
My being the new queen of his throne
My actions done on a whim
I have abashed him
And, so, my own flesh will pay
Even so, my mind has never been so gay
He hated the idea of a wedding
But his sister's comments he was dreading
Her precious daughter he had taken
Said female, though, was not shaken
He nears her location
And he smirks in realization
She choose the wrong room to hide
The bedroom being a perfect place for his bride
Morbid thoughts turn to pleasure
The idea of punishment is not to be measured
But measured it will be, if I know him well
His idea of cruelty has always been swell
I look up as he drifts through the wall
Not even bothering with the door at all
He gives a smirk and undresses
The night being filled with shouts of yeses