A/N: Sorry about the delay. I had a ton to do lately, and haven't been home much.

Disclaimer: Duh, don't own.

Title: The Earth Dies

Chapter Three

Hades' hands slipped down the supple skin of her arm and skipped down to her waist. She had warmth that he had not felt since…Well, never. It was very possible that he could get caught up in her; wrapped up so tight that he wouldn't be able to find his way out. This thought occurred to him as she brought him even closer to her, forcing him to press her up against the wall even harder. His hand, smooth and alabaster moved up her stomach, feeling her muscles tense there. He grinned into her mouth, though his attack of her tongue and lips did not cease.

He walked his fingers up to the valley between her breasts. She gasped against him, the sensation of how near he was making her back arch and her hips rub against his. Perceiving this as permission, though he wouldn't have bothered to stop if it wasn't, he slipped his fingers over her small, yet supple breasts. A moan escaped both their mouths as he caressed her gently before not bothering to be gentle. His hand kneaded her, running his thumb over her nipple he could feel through the thin dress she was wearing.

The soft mewing noises she was making filled his ear and he couldn't contain the growl that bubbled up inside of him. This feeling was foreign, unwanted and he felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could not stop, and his other hand found her other breast, pushing her against the wall with the force of his hands on her breasts. He gave her one last hard kiss and caress before his hands moved to the tops of her arms. He pulled his lips away from hers and pushed her sideways and away from him.

He felt disgust with himself for a moment. This young goddess, a girl of only a few years, could make him feel something, and it was dangerous. He glared down at her, watching her resting body, her chest heaving, needing breath. Her golden glow and white clothing was stark against the blackish blue of his floor. Hades' eyebrows furrowed, anger sweeping over him as he watched her try to sit up, holding her torso up by her elbows. He could see the scratches, already healing on her elbows. There was a fear in her eyes, and the thought made a fire spread through his veins. "H-Hades…" Her voice was soft, only a half whisper, but he heard it. How could he not?

Suddenly she was caught in his arms, her lips violently taken by his own. She made a frightened squeaking noise, but he wouldn't yield. Biting down on her lip, he tasted the sweet, iron taste of her blood, making her push at his chest. He grinned, not bothering to go soft on her before he pushed her to the wall, stepping away from her. It caused a grunt on her part, and he knew that he had hurt her for the second time…or perhaps it was the third.

He wiped his lips, displaying revulsion to her, when, in fact, he could feel his heart, which was once ice, beating hard beneath his breast. "You girl will address me as 'My Lord'" He did not threaten a punishment. He did not have to, she trembled, and kept her eyes lowered.

He paused, staying silent for a moment before turning away from her.

She stood still for a long time after he left. She swallowed hard, licking her lips. Persephone could taste him on her lips, a mix of blood something uniquely Hades. Her tongue hesitated on her lips, savoring the strange taste. He body was responding to the thought of him and she closed her eyes tight, willing the demons of lust to leave her. She found herself breathing harder and pushed herself away from the wall, moving back towards her room before she found someone in front of her.

"M-my Lady, d-dinner will be in-n-n the din-n-n-ing room. My Lord requests y-you attend." The young servant said, looking at his feet.

Persephone smiled for a moment, about to accept, but shook her head. "You may tell Hades that I will have to say 'no' to his invitation. You can also tell him to not come near me again." She said, trying to sound like she had some kind of authority in this place. When, in fact, she didn't have any. With her words she left the servant, heading towards the room she had awoken in and slamming the door.