As promised, the long awaited second Persephone-Hades story. As you might be able to tell from the beginning, this one is going to be a little different. And no, the man in the first chapter is not Hades.
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"I must go," Persephone said insistently, drawing away from him. "She'll be looking for me."
His beautiful face grew harsh and distant for a moment before he pulled her back into his arms. "She's always looking for you. Hiding you. Limiting you."
She lifted a hand to caress his smooth cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "I know, darling, but what can I do?" Her eyes pleaded with heart-wrenching eloquence but this time he would not be swayed.
"You could leave. Free yourself of her. Marry me," he urged with quiet intensity, before capturing her lips in a masterful kiss that left her overwhelmed with the force of his passion and violent emotions.
Persephone tasted his turmoil and anger at being apart from her. Once more she felt the resentment she tried so hard to subdue bubbling up within her. He was of course, right. Her mother would do everything in her power to keep Persephone away from the world. The gods were accused of living hedonistic lives of self-indulgence, but wasn't she a goddess? If so, why did she spend her nights alone in her room? Didn't she wield power? If so, why did it seem like her existence was so out of her control?
She tore herself away from him with difficulty. "I cannot. You know I cannot. I will never be able to marry you without her blessing."
Before she could turn to go he stood and drew her close again. "I cannot spend an eternity without you. It is too much, don't ask it of me," he whispered against her forehead.
Persephone could feel her unshed tears burning the back of her throat when he pressed something into her hand.
"Take it. Please. Don't argue," he said quietly, his voice reflecting that he had once more resigned himself to their fate.
She clenched her hand tightly around the object and fled, the taste and feel of him imprinted on her flesh. She sometimes wondered how her mother could fail to see the signs. But then, Demeter wasn't interested in seeing them.
It was only when she was safely in her room, locked away for the night, that her unclenched her hand and let her tears flow. He had given her a ring. A promise.
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