~The forbidden tree always yields the most succulent fruit~
The roots of the forsaken tree keep her bounded to the fields of yore. She sits there, and the pomegranates continue to grow and nourish the temptations of the guilty.
The spirit of the girl has done her part, and now Persephone can cease to exist.
Footsteps upon a marble staircase, and the Goddess looks up at an ever red and hazy sky.
The Ghost of Sparta is here.
She was a nymph, defiant of herself. Defiant of her mother. She escaped from her other selves, and ran out in the recluse meadows. The flowers greeted and cherished the maiden, but they kept their little masks of treachery. They smiled at her through their petals, and whispered to her through the winds. The petals try in vain to warn her of the future.
But the defiant maiden did not listen as she strung together a daisy-chain. A repentance of forgiveness to her mother, to herself. The winds continue to play with her chestnut brown hair, they caress and pity the girl who will be subjugated to the damnable will of the Gods.
The ground opens, and the flowers shriek with the aid of the winds. Little Persephone is plucked off the ground while a forlorn Helios watches. He does nothing but watch, for it is the damnable will of the Gods.
And all little Persephone does is cry icy tears in a forever blazing Tartarus, even after her wedding in the name of the forbidden pomegranate.
She crushes the pomegranate in her hands, and greedily licks the purple juices trickling down her fingers.
"Give yourself up, Ghost of Sparta, and you will have your daughter back" The ghost just stares as she suckles her fingers dry.
"I will cease to exist, my husband," The darkness of the bedroom enshrouds both of their bodies in an evil purple mist. It is so much different than the ever red sky outside of the Tower of Hades.
He grunts, once twice, and disagrees with her heartily. She moans and digs her nails into the rotting wounds of his flesh.
Hades whispers sweet nothings under the soft velvet sheets. Always saying sorry, always asking forgiveness. Always telling her of his love.
But Persephone is as deaf as she was the day she was taken as his bride.
"And one day, my husband, you will cease to exist as well," She cries icy tears, and they fall to the cold marble floor in the shape of pomegranates.
Now Hades is embellishing the room with his laughter. Many souls into one, how can he die when he is death itself?
Persephone bits her lips. Chews on them in thought, and wishes she could not exist in this world anymore.
"You will cease to exist," And Hades continues to laugh. He is ignorant of the future.
The blades of chaos rip at her flesh, and a blinding white light is illuminating itself around the Goddess Persephone. She smiles at the Ghost.
"Your suffering will never end. Ghost of Sparta," she taunts him because she knows it is the truth. The light eats at her body, before her supple lips open again.
"But mine will," Chaos engulfs her body whole.
And Demeter sings a bittersweet song as she cradles the spirit of her child.
Bitter; her child who has suffered has been released from her restraint.
Sweet; a child of the Gods has died.
Demeter closes her eyes as she absorbs the part of her child that was originally hers. She sits alone at the tattered remains of the forbidden tree as she feeds the collected-conscious of Persephone to the thin lips of Chaos.
At Olympus, there is a general rally of cheer through the Gods. The Ghost has successes in his plight.
Helios comes hesitantly to a Hades overseeing the celebration. He tells him of the fate of Persephone.
And all Hades can do is shed an icy bitter tear in the form of a pomegranate.
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