Hello my lovely readers,
I don't own Hercules, nor do I own any of these characters. Happy reading. P.S. Death and sexual scenes in this drabble.
"Meg stood next to him at the pearly gates. The heavens opened wide to the frail mortal. She was having a hard time processing the gods and goddesses that stood just a few steps up. She had spent a long time in the dark and looming place that was Hades. She knew that the bronzed god beside her, loved her, but she felt out of place at the scene. Like she was crashing a party. She watched him climb the stairs to Olympus. He embraced his father. Zeus. The Almighty. The ruler of the gods. She turned and started to walk to the portal back to earth. Rippling into the woods just below mount Olympus she started to make her way to the darkest part. The place where the trees offered the most shade. She sat beneath a willow and cried. Curling her knees against her chest and burrowing herself into her dress.
""Why aren't you with Loverboy?" A snarky half assed comment whipped through the air.
She held in the sob that almost rocked her body. She refused to let this man see her cry. She heard the crunch of gravel as he stepped closer.
""Are you alright?" His voice filled with concern. Meg looked up to make sure it was Hades, never had she heard this much compassion from him. His blue flame was tame and soft. His eyes searching hers. Tears filled her eyes again. Hades crouched in front of her.
""Megara?" I wrapped my arms around him. At first he recoiled and tried to move back, then he stilled. He slowly wrapped his arms around her in an awkward hug.
"Take me home." Her voice was faint, tickling his ear. It was a silent request which he understood the meaning of. She didn't mean her mortal home, she meant his.
"As you wish." Were his last words before they disappeared into a cloud of blue flames.