"She'd never once shown any fear... She'd just been defiant. He smiled a little at that. Perhaps it was his gift, or perhaps it was her personality, but he figured a goddess needed that kind of inner confidence." A re-telling of the classic tale of Hades and Persephone, with a few changes. Fluff, angst, violence, lemons (eventually) and some swearing - so read with caution.

As Persephone lay in the cool grass the shade offered her, a chill crept across her body. She wondered if invoking his name would really bring her estranged husband to her as Demeter feared. She was still, her cheek on the ground, her hand pressed into the dirt, her fingers tapping the ground. "Hades…" she whispered. "My king…"