Hello, thank you for taking an interest in this story. This is my version of the Hades/Persephone shenanigan, with Sleeping Beauty elements. I came up with the idea, weirdly, from a girl in my English class who reminds me a ton of a Persephone character. She's what I imagine Persephone to look like, and for Hades, I imagine a Henry Cavil sort of guy (lol). This is my first fanfic so be nice pls
She was Olympus' brightest flower.
The Fates huddled around the newborn as she cooed in her cradle of flowers. She was the newest addition to the Olympians, a daughter of flora and fauna born to the lady of the harvest, Demeter, and Zeus, king of all gods. In her honor, a grand feast was thrown to celebrate her birth, as well as the Fates bestowing their gifts of life.
The grand main chamber of Olympus stood proud in all its white marble glory, pillars reaching high into the blue sky and lavishly decorated with pink peonies and orchids. Waterfalls cascaded down behind Zeus and Hera's throne as they watched the Fates bring forth their particular life gift as well as a single flower to the center of the room, where Demeter beamed at her smiling babe.
The first forth was Clotho. She presented herself in the body of a young child, a light blue toga swishing as she put down a white peony.
"My gift to you, dear child, will be for you to grow in grace and beauty. A beauty so fair that will not only grow with your age, but also within." Clotho stepped back towards her sisters, never once turning her back to the Gods.
The next to step forward was Lachesis, who presented herself as an old maiden. Her graying hair and slow pace did nothing for the nerves of Demeter. Lachesis decided how long her daughter was to live by her thread of life. Her daughter was a goddess, but not even the immortal could escape from the Fates.
Lachesis slowly removed her thread from her grey toga. She pulled it until it could no longer pull, and to the amazement of the audience, turned it into a beautiful sunflower. She then glanced at Demeter and peeked into the babe's cradle. "Your daughter will see many a millennia."
Demeter sighed in relief as she kneeled to her babe's crib, and missed Lachesis' disappointed smile.
As Lachesis stepped back into formation, the room went silent. All knew who was next to step forward, and for that reason Demeter scooted closer to the cradle protectively. To her surprise, Zeus had also taken his stand next to the cradle, one hand protectively on the edge. He could not be touched by her, but his daughter..
She was Atropos, the Inevitable.
She was to decide how the young goddess was to die.
Atropos had taken the form of a young, seductive woman, her black robes hugging her figure as she strolled to the child. Her midnight hair framed her pale face as she glanced from the babe to her mother. She lifted one finger and pointed directly to the cradle.
"You are cursed child," Three voices had eerily melded into one as the Inevitable spoke. The child's parents clutched the cradle tighter as if to protect her from the Fate.
But no one ever escaped their Fate.
"This child will indeed grow with grace and beauty, but heed my warning, as it will be her downfall. The bond to the dark man will seal your fate, the pain you leave behind he will not tolerate. Take thy woes to the witch who knows, and let her sleep in an eternal repose."
Gasps filled the air as Demeter frantically picked her young daughter up. Zeus tentatively placed a hand on the child as she wailed and thrashed. Murmurs among the invited guests began to grow, filling the once jovial hall with an eerie darkness.
In their frenzy, Demeter and Zeus hadn't noticed the three sisters take their leave. Demeter observed the cradle, seeing the peony and the sunflower resting in front on the floor, but she dared not to look within the folds of the silk sheets.
Demeter clung to her daughter as tightly as she could, while Zeus checked where Atropos had not long ago stood. As he peered into the cradle, his eyes widened. His strong form turned to look at Demeter, who had tears streaming freely down her tanned face.
"What is it, my lord?"
The desperation in her voice only made Zeus reach agonizingly slower into the folds of fine silk. Every moment felt like an eternity until the flower was fully revealed to Demeter. She broke into hysterical sobs as she looked at the tainted flower within Zeus' hands; a single white lily.
The flower of death.
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