The wisp of a woman screamed as the ground beneath her dainty feet parted, the chasm beneath her reeked of decay, death and... Pomegranites? She caught a glimpse of a form rising from the chasm, and bolted before she got a better look. She already knew what, rather who, it was.
"Hades." She murmured, trying desperately to run, run, run away, as her mother had told her to do so many times. Her slender legs felt heavy, and refused to carry her very far, so she stumbled herself away from him as fast as she physically could.
But he was faster.
"Persephone." his silken voice purred, the bass timbre shaking her to her very core. there was something erotic about his voice, and it slowed her further. Her once lithe and nimble body suddenly felt like lead, and dragging herself away from the menacing God of the Underworld felt like dragging a dead horse uphill. Her foot caught on an upturned root and she stumbled, grunting as she hit the mossy forest floor hip-first. Her honey brown hair fell over her eyes like a curtain, and she frantically pushed all of her hair back, her chest heaving with dry sobs, the fear of death gnawing away at her consciousness.
'no, no, no, I can't die!' she thought. She kicked her legs futilely, straining to get away, away, away from him.
"What's the matter, dear Persephone? Afraid?" Hades lilted in that irresistable baritone rumble of his. A strangled cry rose in her throat, but was blocked out by her throat widening. She gagged in utter terror, wailing pitifully into the lonely woods.
"What do you want from me, you foul beast?" the girl rasped, her poor little heart threatening to beat out of her ribcage as the man stood above her, his towering six-foot-something frame enclosing her in a shadow. For the first time, she was able to look at him up close. He wore the skull of an ox over his face, and had a shaggy mess of black hair framing the specimen on his face. He wore the pelt of a black bear over his broad shoulders, the front secured by a silver chain and two rubies. He wore knee-length boots and a plain black outfit beneath the cloak; a black lace-front shirt and black loose pants, and had a red sash tied about the waist. He drew a pomegranite from somewhere within his cloak and held it out to her, using his other hand to remove his mask. His skin appeared the color of freshly fallen snow in the moonlit forest, and he had a jagged scar running along the right side of his face. His lips were full and parted, and he drew in a breath to speak in his gravelly, strangely sensual voice.
"Persephone, I want... no, I DEMAND you to join me as queen on the Underworld."
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Hi y'all, I've seen this AU all over tumblr, and I decided to give my interpretation on it.