Chapter 6: The Underworld Underground
If she hadn't been prepared for life in the Underworld, NOTHING could prepare Persephone for the horror that was Hades' bedroom.
There was a reason it was underground.
The bed was a cushioned replica of his black chariot, minus the griffons. It was currently in a state of disarray with the rest of the room, if it could be called that. The bedcovers had been wrapped around the gargoyled posts as if a tornado had hit, and Persephone couldn't tell if this was due to one of Hades' rages, nightmares, or rampaging minions. A giant reptilian looking eye mural covered the entire wall behind the bed, its iris swirling with abstract spiral motifs.
A candelabra with blue flames that echoed the torches to the grand staircase swung above the bed. The cave walls wound eerily and roughly around the room, containing hidden niches that hid no doubt dubious things. The floor was garnished with several worn and shredded copies of Helle's Weekly, most of the shredded pictures being any denizen of Mt. Olympus. There were also not so cleverly hidden copies of Greek Games Illustrated: The Nymph Swimtoga Edition, and Playgod placed nearer the bed. Hades quickly slid the incriminating evidence under the bed with a swipe from his foot.
"Make yourself at home, babe." he growled seductively at the staring Persephone as he started a whooshing fire in the house-sized rock fireplace across the room. He settled down in front of it in a reclining position and stared at her through narrowed eyes.
Persephone walked slowly around the room and gave it a once-over before settling down at the foot of the bed, her flaming blue hair unintentionally framed within the eye mural in back of her. Hades just lounged on the Caledonian boar rug and growled. Persephone smirked.
"Either that rug isn't dead yet or you've got a bad case of gas." she teased.
Hades chuckled. "Strike two, babe. Neither. The thing is, you're a rose and I'm a little...thorny." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Persephone rolled her eyes in a mock show of indifference.
"I'm still a vestal virgin. I shouldn't even be SEEING the inside of your love-den."
Hades reached out a tendril of smoke and twined it around a lock of her hair. "Call it a slumber party without the slumber." he said as the tendril grew until it circled her waist. He drew her to a sitting position beside him on the rug as unfamiliar but sensuous music with a slow soul beat started up out of nowhere that sounded suspiciously like "I'm Qualified to Satisfy You" by Barry White (that Eye of the Future fate could come in REAL handy sometimes;):
I know how to love you
I know how to do it to you
I know how to make you feel like you wanna feel
But I can.t lose what I used
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Some times you need lovin.
Morning, noon and night
Makes no difference when it is
My darling, it.s alright
I.m your man and you know I can
Make you feel the way you want to
Just tell me whatever you need
And that.s what I.m gonna do
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
When it comes to lovin. you
No one could love you more
There.s no contest, I know I.m the best
.Cause you.re all I.m livin. for
I.m your man and you know I can
Make you feel the way you want to
Girl, just tell me whatever you need
And that.s what I.m gonna do
I.m qualified to satisfy you
In anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy-fy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy-fy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
By the time Hades was finished singing, and prowling around her like a tiger in heat, and flirting with her like a well-paid lounge singer, he and Persephone were lip-locked like teenagers at a New Year's bash. If Pain and Panic had walked in on them they would have seen one giant fireball.
And in fact, they did.
"Boss have you seen the November issue of Swimtoga.....WOAH!!!!!!"
They had to jump out of the way as the flames from Hades' head whipped around and almost toasted their ankles. "PAIN! PANIC! WHAT did I tell you about coming in here unannounced?! GET OUUUUTTT!!!"
"Yes, your Red Hot Loverness!" mocked Panic as he and Pain streaked out of the room, snagging their wanted magazine in the process. Hades growled in quite a different way at their retreating forms, then turned back to Persephone. "Now where were we?"
Persephone stretched seductively and wrapped her own flaming hair around Hades back like tendrils as she pulled him to her. "On our way to Olympus?"
Hades laughed low in his throat and resumed his gentle nuzzling of her neck with the tips of his fangs. "Round trip, Babe."
If she hadn't been prepared for life in the Underworld, NOTHING could prepare Persephone for the horror that was Hades' bedroom.
There was a reason it was underground.
The bed was a cushioned replica of his black chariot, minus the griffons. It was currently in a state of disarray with the rest of the room, if it could be called that. The bedcovers had been wrapped around the gargoyled posts as if a tornado had hit, and Persephone couldn't tell if this was due to one of Hades' rages, nightmares, or rampaging minions. A giant reptilian looking eye mural covered the entire wall behind the bed, its iris swirling with abstract spiral motifs.
A candelabra with blue flames that echoed the torches to the grand staircase swung above the bed. The cave walls wound eerily and roughly around the room, containing hidden niches that hid no doubt dubious things. The floor was garnished with several worn and shredded copies of Helle's Weekly, most of the shredded pictures being any denizen of Mt. Olympus. There were also not so cleverly hidden copies of Greek Games Illustrated: The Nymph Swimtoga Edition, and Playgod placed nearer the bed. Hades quickly slid the incriminating evidence under the bed with a swipe from his foot.
"Make yourself at home, babe." he growled seductively at the staring Persephone as he started a whooshing fire in the house-sized rock fireplace across the room. He settled down in front of it in a reclining position and stared at her through narrowed eyes.
Persephone walked slowly around the room and gave it a once-over before settling down at the foot of the bed, her flaming blue hair unintentionally framed within the eye mural in back of her. Hades just lounged on the Caledonian boar rug and growled. Persephone smirked.
"Either that rug isn't dead yet or you've got a bad case of gas." she teased.
Hades chuckled. "Strike two, babe. Neither. The thing is, you're a rose and I'm a little...thorny." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Persephone rolled her eyes in a mock show of indifference.
"I'm still a vestal virgin. I shouldn't even be SEEING the inside of your love-den."
Hades reached out a tendril of smoke and twined it around a lock of her hair. "Call it a slumber party without the slumber." he said as the tendril grew until it circled her waist. He drew her to a sitting position beside him on the rug as unfamiliar but sensuous music with a slow soul beat started up out of nowhere that sounded suspiciously like "I'm Qualified to Satisfy You" by Barry White (that Eye of the Future fate could come in REAL handy sometimes;):
I know how to love you
I know how to do it to you
I know how to make you feel like you wanna feel
But I can.t lose what I used
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Some times you need lovin.
Morning, noon and night
Makes no difference when it is
My darling, it.s alright
I.m your man and you know I can
Make you feel the way you want to
Just tell me whatever you need
And that.s what I.m gonna do
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
I.m qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
When it comes to lovin. you
No one could love you more
There.s no contest, I know I.m the best
.Cause you.re all I.m livin. for
I.m your man and you know I can
Make you feel the way you want to
Girl, just tell me whatever you need
And that.s what I.m gonna do
I.m qualified to satisfy you
In anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy-fy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy-fy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
Qualified to satisfy you
Anyway you want me to
By the time Hades was finished singing, and prowling around her like a tiger in heat, and flirting with her like a well-paid lounge singer, he and Persephone were lip-locked like teenagers at a New Year's bash. If Pain and Panic had walked in on them they would have seen one giant fireball.
And in fact, they did.
"Boss have you seen the November issue of Swimtoga.....WOAH!!!!!!"
They had to jump out of the way as the flames from Hades' head whipped around and almost toasted their ankles. "PAIN! PANIC! WHAT did I tell you about coming in here unannounced?! GET OUUUUTTT!!!"
"Yes, your Red Hot Loverness!" mocked Panic as he and Pain streaked out of the room, snagging their wanted magazine in the process. Hades growled in quite a different way at their retreating forms, then turned back to Persephone. "Now where were we?"
Persephone stretched seductively and wrapped her own flaming hair around Hades back like tendrils as she pulled him to her. "On our way to Olympus?"
Hades laughed low in his throat and resumed his gentle nuzzling of her neck with the tips of his fangs. "Round trip, Babe."