A/N: Hello and welcome to this Disney Fic of a 1997 Film, haha.
This is going to be a series of One-Shots (sometimes two-shots). And I don't know how often I'll be updating.

This could also get very dark, so be prepared.


Chapter 1: Working for the Devil

"I will be damned if you ever send me down that place again!" Megara shouted as she trudged back into the gates of the Underworld.

Her usually so beautiful, voluminous hair was now drenched and wet with muddy water, just like the signature purple dress she was wearing. She groaned, picking a leaf from her ruffled hair. Her face one of sheer desperation as she tried to save what was beyond saving.

"Now, now buttercup." Hades' dark voice puffed through the room along with a smooth ring of smoke, emerging from his lips. The hard edges of his face illuminated by nothing but the gleaming tip of his thick cigar.

"Not so loud, Angel. Pain and Panic are sleeping already."

It was almost pitch black in the Underworld Fort at night and Meg's eyes were only led by the few flames licking at the walls after midnight. Panic had told her that Hades had created those specifically for her, since she was the only human wandering the Underworld now. Everyone else was either equipped with night vision or disposable enough that it didn't matter if they fell into the surrounding Rivers.

She wasn't sure if that was a compliment. It sounded like one from the blue imp's mouths. But that wasn't a confirmation.

"You didn't tell me they were trolls!" Meg complained about the task he had sent her on, her voice exhausted and thin while she lifted her slender arms to wring out her dripping hair.

Hades chuckled low and with a snap of his fingers, a speedy gust of wind swept around her body, almost lifting her off her feet until her dress was mostly dry and her hair more close to damp than to drenched.

"I told you, I need everyone on my side. Be it Human or monster." He clarified for her. His blue cheeks hollowing as he took another drag on his cigar.

She puffed breathlessly, her eyelids heavy, her legs so weak and tired that they were trembling faintly. "I'll make a note of that." She mewled sarcastically as she tugged at the muddy hem of her outfit.

Hades could tell his little human servant was spent from her day in the Overworld. He had sent her to strike a deal with the big fellas at the end of the moors, all the way across town as one would say. They weren't rude, per se. But a rough folk to be around and they didn't care much for humans.

He picked the cigar from his dark lips. "Need any help with that?" He asked, motioning for her clothes with his pointy chin; his eyebrows jumping suggestively.

Even in her spent state, she managed a disapproving scowl just fine. "I got it, don't worry."

But they both knew that she was one moment away from dropping to her knees then and there. And while Hades didn't care much for his human servants, not even the ones with big doe eyes, no.

He needed Megara come tomorrow morning and so with a flick of his wrist a dark, bed sized cloud appeared right next to her feet and when she finally tripped over - a soft sound of shock passed her brittle lips. The grey smoke caught her, holding her like a strong pair of arms.

"Nn.." She moaned as her pained feet lifted off the ground and she sunk into the makeshift cloud bed.

The smoke-made cloud drifted off towards the room she had been sleeping in and Hades returned to his own dark scheming for this night.

- x X x -

Meg awoke the next morning with her body wrapped in a black silk sheet, her calves still muddy and her hair in an even worse condition than she could have guessed the day before. She only briefly wondered how she had gotten into her bed and undressed.

Her slim eyebrows arching as she reached down to tug at the silky fabric of the blanket that was wrapped around her now; she glanced below it and found that she wasn't wearing anything beneath.

It was impossible to tell whether it was morning or the middle of the night due to the lack of windows pointing to the outside in this literal hell-hole. And as her gaze wandered, she decided to get freshened up regardless of what time it was.

The corner of her room was furnished with a bathtub that was chiseled right into the black marble that made up the walls of the Castle of the Underworld. Two glowing red eyes worked as the source of hot steaming water, and the drain was a pair of teeth; just wide enough to slip a finger between.

She started the water, the two eyes crying down into the tub and soon she was able to sink into the hot water, relaxing her muscles with a pleased sigh.

These trolls had worn her out. They had been grabby and pushy and their hands had been rougher than the walls of this nightmare of a 'home'. They hadn't exactly tried anything funny, but they lived so far off from the humans that the first one grabbed her by her legs and while he was dangling her, he demanded to know what she was.

The male ones couldn't be distinguished from the female ones, if there were any. And they stunk even worse than the moors they lived in.

After Megara had spent all day walking to the place they called home, then being pushed around by those big brutes and talking her mouth off offering support, a content life and endless food supplies for them, all the speaking finally yielded results and she got them to pledge their allegiance and loyalty to the King of the Underworld.

But her muscles ached and her feet were killing her now.

As the water washed the mud and the soreness away, she let herself drift off into an endless little string of harmless thoughts. Her body submerged to her neck in steaming, crystal clear water.

It wasn't long until she dipped her head under water. She stayed there for a moment, letting the density of the water drown out the hellish sounds of far away suffering and the coldness of the place while she rinsed her hair of all the dirt.

It was only when she came back up with a soft gasp that she figured out that she wasn't alone anymore.

"I've got a job for you, nutmeg." His voice killed her peace of mind.

And she twisted her head to see him sitting on a black chair in the corner of her room. The backrest behind him was adorned with curly vines that bore dark violet blossoms with sharp-leafed tips.

A surprised shriek was dead on her lips as her arms and legs drew closer to her naked body under the water.

"You can't be serious." She hissed at him like a cheetah defending her territory. "I am dead tired after yesterday, Hades."

Hades rubbed his claw-like nails on his pitch-black robe while he gazed at his morning paper - Olympian Times - the headlines read: "Hundreds drown in grape wine after Fest of Dionysus." and "Rivaling half gods threatening war over love for a daughter of Aphrodite."

"I can't send the imps." He mentioned while his eyes paid her no attention, instead skimming over the lines of the parchment in his hands.

"Why not?" She demanded at once, her head rolling back against the tub once she was convinced that he wasn't trying to get a peek into the water.

"This is a woman's job." She could hear the smirk forming on his ocean blue lips even though she wasn't looking at him. And her eyes rolled into her head in annoyance as she banged the back of it against the hard material of her bathtub.

Her eyelids opened back up, and she cast a glance at the black sheet she had previously slept in. It was still hanging over the edge of her bathtub.

With one fluid motion she straightened to her legs, taking the black fabric and wrapping it around her slim physique before she turned to her master of death.

"You are out of your mind if you think you can use me like that." She stared him down, her eyes determined and hard on him.

He glanced up from the paper, well aware of the fact that she was naked just a second ago. A dark chuckle passed his lips before he neatly folded the paper and placed it on his seat while standing up. Once his touch left the chair, it poofed out of the room, vanishing into thin air behind Hades' strong, broad body.

He then stepped forward, closing in on her. "Naw, Meg." He softly clicked his tongue at her.

And reaching under her delicate chin, he drew a long sharp finger along the underside of it, raising her face up to his.

"This contract," he snapped said piece of parchment into the space next to them before waving it away again. "It states I can do with you whatever I want, while your pretty little soul is still mine."

Meg's eyes narrowed at his words and she stared at him with wary eyes, but her lips stayed pressed tight. They've been in this moment countless times and she knew it was feeble to argue him in this matter. He has already lengthened her sentence once. And she didn't want to risk another six months more.

"I will never go willingly." She spat the words at him, jerking her chin away hauntingly.

"I am afraid that isn't up to you, my wonderful temptress." He reached for her again, and this time he grabbed her lovely face in his full palm, squishing her cheeks slightly as he turned her face back towards him.

"But do not worry, Meg. I only need you to bat your big, pretty eyes." He finished, letting her go with a jerk before he straightened his dark robe, smoothing it down his tall body.

His eyes now taking the moment and the opportunity while he was standing so close to her, to cast a glance down at her body. Her skin was still glistening wetly from the bath, the black silk a shiny contrast to her fair human skin. He pursed his lips appreciatively before turning on his heel.

"I expect you to be ready when I send Pain and Panic to pick you up, darling. Don't keep a man waiting." He hummed while leaving her room.

At that instant, she released a breath that had been stuck in her chest ever since he had cast his luminous eyes down between them. Her cheeks were now pink and flushed.

Unwilling to disappoint him and feel the wrath of Hades, Megara was ready to leave for this job of his when the imps knocked on her door and one by one came waddling into her room.

She stood at the mirror, brushing her hair. Her fingers were deftly putting up her ponytail as Pain smiled a broad big smile at her. "Hello, Miss Meg!"

"Hades sent us." Panic followed up, both of them watching her with adoration in their eyes. It almost made her laugh. They could be sort of cute when they weren't in the process of ruining something or upsetting their master.

"I'm ready to go, boys."

They led her out into the hallway, accompanying her through the door and as they rounded the corner, a dark, tall shadow appeared at her shoulder.

It wasn't the first time he had played that trick on her, and she stayed unimpressed with him. But she was certain that it was him, without taking a single glance. She could tell so easily, because Pain and Panic shivered like a mouse in the fangs of a cat's paws.

The funny thing about Gods was the way they shifted appearances. Sometimes, like earlier this morning, Hades had been approximately her size. Human size. But right now, he was almost twice as tall as her. And when he sat on his throne down in the great hall where even Cerberus could stand tall, he looked as tall as a mountain. And the imps looked like insects compared to him.

She swayed her hips along the corridor of his Hell Castle, her ponytail swinging in union with her slim body as she ignored his dark presence behind them.

"Boss?" Panic bibbered after barely a minute. "Where are we headed today?"

It was then that Hades' long fingers curled around her delicate shoulders, grabbing onto her as she pulled her shoulders up under his touch.

"Meg here.." He clarified. "..is heading to persuade a friend of mine."

"You don't have any fri-" Pain started, before Panic hit him over the head, glaring at his imp friend.

Hades growled at the two and Meg rolled her eyes, before quickly twisting around to stop them and look up at Hades. "A friend of yours." She repeated suspiciously.

It wasn't until she stood facing him, that she realized just how tall he was now. And she swallowed hard, taking him in.

"The details aren't of importance." He explained, shoving her on, by twisting her back around.

As they entered through the tall gates, there stood a horse, black as the night, with magnificent dark wings like that of an owl and bright, blood-red eyes.

Hades suddenly swept Meg up into his arms and lifted her over the back of the beautiful stallion.

"No! No! No! No, I am afraid of flying!" She protested, pressing her feet against the sleek fur of the animal.

"This is Agep. I have never seen anyone fall off him." He reassured her mildly. But his hands had to fight harder than he thought to keep her on top of the flying horse. "He knows where to take you."

And when he got the chance, his flat palm met the backside of the animal and Apeg set off into the sky with a furious whinny. Almost as furious as the scream that erupted from Megara's lips.

She watched the Imps grow smaller, and Hades turn and disappear until the white clouds in the sky swallowed her up and she saw nothing but bright blue and the morning sun.


A/N: I hope you liked this one, please leave a review and by the way, there will be a second part to this tale.