I don't own Percy Jackson & the Olympians.
Also, the website Demeter/ Hades are on doesn't exists. Or at least that is what they made me sa- I mean, it doesn't exist! Not at all!
Enjoy!
Demeter- At her palace
Demeter had been at www. athenatosdates .com for several hours now and she was actually enjoying herself. It was a lot more entertaining than she could ever have guessed. It even lessened the loneliness that always made her feel lost and miserable.
She had been exploring the site, just looking at different profiles. There were a lot of users, the people who joined the site being not only gods, but also titans, nymphs, the muses, naiads and other immortal beings.
It was quite fun to read other people's profiles. People wrote a lot on their profile's, not just their interests, but also what they liked and didn't like, poems, songs and so on. Some things made her laugh, others made her frown, but it all served to make her feel a lot happier.
She hadn't read a profile that actually appealed to her yet, but she didn't mind. She had spend most of her time adding some information to her profile and trying to figure out how the website worked, so she hadn't been able to read a lot of profile's anyway. There would be enough time to find someone who actually appealed to her.
She almost never used her computer, so it had taken some time to discover how this website worked- even with Aphrodite's explanations. It hadn't been easy, but she know knew how to navigate herself on the site. And discovered she rather liked spending time on the internet.
Demeter had seen various profiles that interested her, but none that really caught her attention. Even when the profiles were interesting and the people seemed to be kind, handsome and funny, she still wasn't interested in actually talking to them.
She sighed. Maybe there was no one she could talk with, that shared some of her interests. Maybe she was destined to stay alone forever. She didn't want to, but it could be the cruel truth that she was meant to be unloved and alone forever.
Demeter didn't want to admit, but she was really lonely and craved for someone to talk with. Someone that would understand her and laugh with her, instead of throwing her odd looks. Someone she could share her passion for cereal, agriculture, flowers, cooking and classic music with. But she had never met someone like that. And probably never would.
She was starting to think a person like that didn't exist. Even after centuries of being alive, she still hadn't met someone with the same interests at her. Someone that actually appealed to her and made her fall in love.
She was starting to wonder if she ever would find that special one. The man that could make her laugh and would make her the happiest woman- goddess- alive. She really wanted that. She craved for it, wanted it more than anything else. Even more than cereal.
Demeter didn't have many friends, people that knew her, but those who really spend time with her, would discover she was different than everyone else expected she was. They never saw the things that made her her, they only say her eccentric habits and negatives sides and assumed they knew what kind of person she was. But they didn't know.
Sure, she was a little bit obsessed with cereal, but she mainly behaved crazy like that to provoke Hades. It always worked. It made him even grumphier and she secretly hoped if she behaved at her worst around him, he would let her daughter go, because he didn't want to spend another day with Demeter.
She did like cereal, eating it always made her feel better, but she wasn't that obsessed with it. She just liked the fact that humans ate something that she had invented. Well, okay she hadn't invented it personally, but still. It wouldn't exist without her.
Her obsession, that wasn't an actual obsession, wasn't the only things people saw. The rest they saw was only her fondness of agriculture and flowers, but there was so much more to her.
She did like agriculture, flowers and cereal a lot, but she did other things in her free time. Things other people wouldn't expect her to enjoy.
No one, not even her friends, knew this, but Demeter composed music. Classical music mainly. But also other types of music. She wrote songs herself and possesed a surprisingly good voice. When she sang , her voice was a lot better than when she was screaming.
She loved music and had a lot of records, CD's and USB sticks with music downloaded on them. She needed multiple rooms for her music collection. She just had too much records, CD's and everything else that could be used to play songs.
She liked almost any type of music, but classical music was her favourite type. Especially Mozart and Beethoven. She believed they were true genii for composing the most beautiful music that existed in her opinion.
She just loved the sweet, slow, slightly melancholic and sad melody's. They calmed her, made her feel better even though the music itself sounded sad. For some reason, it made her happy instead of sad. It calmed her and made her able to think clearer. She just couldn't help loving classical music.
She had discovered her passion for music long ago, when she heard someone play a lyre and sing for the first time. She didn't even remember when exactly that had been, but she remembered feeling happier than before and enchanted, fascinated by the sounds.
She had started playing music herself then and would often play for her had discovered not only water, sunlight and attention made them grow, but they also seemed to enjoy music. Like her.
Demeter smiled, suddenly remembering what she had been doing before all this happened. She had been composing music. She just wanted to close the computer to continue with her composition when she saw it. AmadeoKV 550.
Demeter suddenly felt like her stomach had been filled with butterflies and she couldn't stop a small, blisful smile. When she saw that name, she knew she might have finally found someone that appealed to her. That made her deepest, most secrete dreams of man who was equal to her, thought like her, came true.
The name alone made her hope she had finally found it. That she had finally found someone that thought like her and had similiar interests.
After all, his name had her favorite composer, favorite symphony and her favorite country Italy in it. That couldn't be a coincidence, now could it? He had to be as admirable and amazing as she hoped.
But a name alone wouldn't prove that much. She need to know more about him. About what he liked and disliked, about what he did when he was bored, how he looked...
She selected his picture, unaware of the fact that she was holding her breath. She couldn't remember being nervous like this before. She didn't care for handsome men that much, but she still hoped he was handsome. That would be a bonus.
Let's see what he looks like. Don't get too excited, maybe he isn't as perfect as his name suggests. Maybe he looks really weird or Oh wow.
Demeter exhaled suddenly when she saw the picture. It showed an absolutely - what Aphrodite once called it? drop-dead gorgeous man. Exactly her type. Ironic, since he reminded her a bit of Hades, with the same dark charisma. Except Hades wouldn't make her gasp and stare with appreciation at him.
Even the picture made it clear that the man was not someone you would want to meet in a dark alley at night. Not that she thought he would hurt you, but he was intimidating. And dangerous, like a dark angel.
He was tall with raven black hair in that almost reached his shoulders, falling in waves and holding a resemblance to silk the way it shone. He wore it lose, making it fall just below his chin. His long hair only made him more masculine , not feminine like you would expect, Demeter decided.
Only the particuliar color of his long hair and the way it seemed to shine no matter how black it was, made him attractive to Demeter, but there was much more. His hair wasn't the only thing that made him handsome.
His eyes were dark too, big eyes that were a slightly lighter shade of black and somehow were both beautiful and scary. They seemed to be dark like an abyss and she could imagine being pulled into them and drowning. Even when it was only a picture, those eyes made her heart beat faster. They were beautiful, in a slightly frightening way.
His skin was exactly the opposite of his beautiful hair and eyes; it was pale, like a moonlight beam. It didn't look bad on him though , or clash with his other, dark features. It actually looked rather good, pale skin with black hair and eyes. Somehow, it made him even more handsome.
He had broad shoulders and a small waist, showing he must be very muscular and yet thin. She could see that much, although she couldn't properly see how exactly he looked. She could see however, that he wasn't overly muscular. He was perfect.
The last thing of his appearance that took her breath away were his clothes; a long, black coat with many pockets, tight black jeans, a simple T-shirt that was a very dark brownish red, a solver belt with two throwing knives, a sword made of stygian iron and black boots.
It made him look intimidating, otherworldly and utterly attractive in that dark, mysterious way only bad boys could be attractive. He practically screamed bad boy, both because of how he looked and his dark charisma she could even feel when he was only a picture and not actually close to her.
He was standing in the shadows and wore a hat that made sure, although you could clearly see how handsome he was, you couldn't see who he was.
Demeter didn't mind. She would hopefully found out soon enough, because she wanted to start talking with him. She wanted to get to know him, so she could discover if he really was the man she had been searching for. Both intelligent and attractive, in ways other men never could hope to be.
With slightly trembling fingers, Demeter send him her first message. She just had to try it. He might be the first one that actually liked what she liked, if his name was any indication. Maybe he really was the man she had unconsciously been searching for all her life. And if he wasn't, he still would make a great friend.
After a short hesitation, she typed the message. Hi Amadeo, I love your name. Am I wrong if I assume it is derivation from Amadeus, the second name of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart? I love his music, I always listen to it and I love symphony number 40.
She send the message, hoping he would react to it and be willing to talk to her. She really hoped he would turn out to be like she expected and wanted to, but she didn't dare to have too much hope. The chance he was like she wanted, was very,very small. She didn't even know if a man like that existed.
She wanted to know more about him, so she decided to read his profile. Maybe she could discover something about him, already get to know him a little. She hoped his profile would show he was every bit as intelligent as she wanted him to be. Or at least had the same interests as her.
She smiled when she saw he had joined a day after her and already had quite a long profile. That was only positive, because that way, she could discover if he really liked the same things as she, like she so desperately wanted him to.
She started reading. And couldn't stop the little smile that appeared on her face and made her seem a lot more beautiful when she read what exactly he had written.
Hi. I suppose if you are reading this, you are interested in what I like and what I don't like- even though knowing it is probably a waste of the little time you have- and want to know more about me. I am not willing to tell much to a bunch of obtuse, ( fruitless) optimistic and foolish immortals, but if you insist, here it is;
Favorite music genres; Rock and Roll, opera and classical music
Favorite bands/artists; Alice cooper ( I like Poison a lot), Bon jovi ( it is my life), Aerosmith ( Hole in my soul ), Ray Charles ( I got a woman, one of the only songs of that genre that I actually like ) and so on. I have a lot, I listen to much music. Preferably classical.
Best music; Anything from Amadeus Wolfgang Mozart
Worst song; Conquering Hades by Valley of chrome. Don't listen to it, unless you want something that takes away the will to live. I know it happened to me..
Films; The hunger games ( Yes! Finally a film where annoying children kill each other. So much fun to watch!), Hamlet ( William shakespeare's writing is quite impressive. Except Julia and Romeo, stupid love) Hannibal ( The creep that opened someone's skull, very interesting) and more.
Best film; Clash of the Titans, even though there are some things I dislike, the overall is really good.
Worst film; Disney's Hercules. My crazy family forced me to watch it. It is despicable!
Favorite actors/actresses; Johnny Depp ( Especially when he played in Dark shadows. I loved the part where he killed the hippie's. I hate hippie's. They talk about peace and are very optimistic all the time), Jennifer Lawrence ( Hunger games) and Geoffrey Rush ( Played Hector Barbosa) , Angelina Jolie ( Malificent ) and others. I chose my favorite actors/actresses by looking at their achievements, not their appearance.
Books; Harry Potter ( Favorite characters are Voldemort, Minerva Mcgonagall and Sirius Black), Hamlet ( I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins and worse remains behind), Macbeth ( Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under it), Shiver trilogy and many more.
Hobby's ; Chess, electric guitar, piano, duelling, reading, poetry and more.
That was it. You probably didn't even read the whole thing, because you lied to yourself and me and wasn't actually interested.
Demeter was very surprised by now. She didn't like all he liked, but they did have a lot in common. They liked the same type of films, music and books. He even like opera while there weren't a lot of people who did. And certainly not a lot of men who liked it.
If they became friends, they could go to the opera together. And watch films and talk about all kind of things she liked.
Demeter suddenly felt a whole lot better. She didn't feel that abandoned and alone anymore. There was someone who was like her, who could have fun by doing the same things. A man. A handsome, intelligent and appealing man. She had never felt hopeful like this before.
She hoped with all her heart he would send her a message back and that they would talk together. Now she knew a little bit more about him, she wanted more than ever to get a message back.
Although she didn't expect to get one soon, so she decided she could better leave the computer for now and work in her garden instead. She would only drive herself crazy if she kept waiting breathlessly for his message.
She put on some classical music, put her shoes off and went to the garden. She always went to her garden if she wanted to calm down and stop worrying. Working in her garden always calmed her and made problems seem a lot easier to solve.
While she was tending her flowers, she kept glancing in the direction of her computer, hoping she would hear or see something that indicated that he had send her a message. And when she saw he still hadn't answered, she felt more disappointed than she ought to. She had only read something about the man and seen his picture and yet she was acting nervous and fidgety.
She had never felt more like a teenager than at this moment, waiting with butterflies in her stomach for a message of some man she didn't know.
It wasn't an altogether unpleasant feeling.
Hades- at his palace
Hades sighed when he got another message. He was starting to get frustrated by all the message he got. It wasn't like they were important or even remotely interesting. No, most messages were the same.
He already had had quite a few and most had been nothing special. He didn't even want another woman than Persephone, but if he would want one, she wouldn't be like the woman that reacted.
They were all the same ; beautiful women with little intelligence that were interested in trivial things and commented on how 'hot', handsome, gorgeous and so on he looked. It made him feel very much like some piece of meat. Were those women really only interested in one thing? Should he even answer the new message, since it was probably another comment on his appearance.
He hesitated for a moment, considering ignoring the message, but his curiousity won in the end. He didn't expect the message to be anything remotely interesting, probably another woman who thought he looked good, but he still wanted to know what was in it. He couldn't help himself. He just had to know.
And it was not like he had other things to do right now anyway. He had all the time to read another message from some foolish woman that want to ' explore' his body, like the others had. Time enough to read it and either ignore it or refuse an invitation.
It was true that was a busy man, but he had already done everything he needed to do that day and Persephone was too occupied with her flowers and Aphrodite to be interested in spending time with him. Like always.
Whenever a friend visited her or her flowers 'needed' her attention, he was ignored. She seemed to think friends and flowers were more important than her husband at any moment.
He would never tell her, but that actually hurt him. He would have expected she believed her husband to be more interesting than a bunch of plants or giggling women. Too bad she didn't share that opinion. She believed especially friends to be a lot more significant. It made him feel lonely.
It was already bad when she was in the Underworld with him and either of them didn't have time, but it was even worse when she wasn't there. That made him feel even worse, to not have her at his side.
Even if she ignored him while she was in the Underworld, she would still be close and he got comfort from that. He would only feel slightly miserable and lonely, wanting to talk to her and spend time with her, but unable to do so because she wasn't interested in him at the moment.
But whenever she left, he felt truly miserable and alone. He only had his work to keep him busy. He didn't have any friends or even something as flowers to keep his mind of the inevitable; she wasn't there. He was alone.
Even when his son visited, he would feel alone. No matter how much he secretly liked his son, he wasn't really the kind of person to spend a lot of time with children and feel comfortable with it. Besides, Nico wasn't Persephone.
He didn't have friends or family that really liked him, only servants that would obey him but not appreciate him. It made him always feel lonely and self-conscious, the way he spend those months alone.
That was why he had started an affair. Because he simply couldn't stand the loneliness anymore and needed a bit comfort and warmth. He needed the appreciation, it was balsem for his hurt ego. His ego that got hurt by almost everyone. By his family- who were suspicious and belittling with him- , by people who barely knew him and assumed he was cold and cruel and even by his own wife.
Persephone wasn't always nice to him, but most of the mortal women were. They were blown away by his charisma and appearance. They simply couldn't resist him nor could they stop praising him when he was with them.
He liked the attention, the way they fell in love with him and tried to please him. He liked the fact that he would finally be appreciated and seen, that he wasn't victim to prejudges and bitterness. He just liked it.
But he would only actually start affairs when he liked them back. That was when the temptation got too big and he couldn't resist allowing them to get a little closer to him.
He would never share his feelings and rarely share his thoughts with them, but the fact there was someone that was willing to listen, made him feel better. It made it easier for him to go back to the Underworld and wait for Persephone to return.
He looked at the message again and opened it. Maybe this woman could help ease the loneliness when Persephone left in a few days, like some had done before her. Although he doubted it. She would have to very special in order to succeed in doing that.
He couldn't believe that the kind of woman he was interested in would spend her time on a site like this. She would already have a loving husband or boyfriend, he knew. So this woman couldn't help him, couldn't be the kind of woman needed to help him.
Despite his pessimistic thoughts, his eyes lit up when he saw her message. She had guessed what his name meant, the first to even pay attention to his name and guess it had a deeper meaning. Finally a woman that paid more attention to him than his picture, like the others.
He looked at her name in return, curious as to what this seemingly intelligent woman had chosen as name. Only intelligent women would know immediately what his name meant, after all. Maybe that intelligence was reflected in her name.
He smiled when he saw her name; Medini23. It was a nice name, but did it have a deeper meaning? He thought about it.
Medini meant the nurturer, he knew. Had she chosen that name because she liked to take care of people and animals? Or because she wanted to be a mother and raise her children one day?
Hades suddenly felt the desire to discover more of this woman. He didn't know much about her, but those few words were enough to inform him she was intelligent. Not much people would have noticed what his name stood for. Or even believed it was important.
He selected her name and went to her profile. He immediately started reading, eager to learn more of the first woman that actually interested him.
Hi people! I'm Medini23 and this is, quite obviously, my profile. So just some things I like and dislike, in case you are interested;
Music genres; classical, pop and opera. Sometimes rock & roll too. I like most types of music, but especially classical.
Favorite music; Young and beautiful ( Lana Del Rey), Someone like you ( Adele), Poison ( Alice Cooper), Sweet dreams ( eurythmics ), It is my life ( Bon jovi ) and many others. I like basically every type of music
Favorite artists; Lana Del Rey, Adele, Kelly Clarkson, Rihanna, Taylor Swift, Passenger, Bastille and others. I can't list them all, because there are just too many. These are some of my favorites
Instruments I play; piano, flute, violin, guitare, trumpet and lyre.
Books; Harry Potter ( Minerva Mcgonagall, Voldemort , Pomona sprout and Albus dumbledore are some of my favorite characters), herbology books, cookbooks, William Shakespeare, Vampire academy ( The daughter of a friend borrowed me it. I like vampires), Romance novels ( Not all of them) and many, many others. If I am not outdoors, I am reading or composing.
Films; Alice in wonderland ( Not all the films that are made of the original book, just some ), Intouchables ( I really like French Films ), Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain , The devil wears prada and again, a lot of other films. I don't watch that many films, but I still have quite a lot films I enjoy.
Favorite actors/actresses; Johnny Depp, Meryl Streep ( Mamma Mia, Devil wears prada), Brad pitt ( Mr. & Mrs. Smith ), Angelina Jolie ( Malificent, Mr. & Mrs. Smith ) and many others.
Hobby's; Gardening, horseriding, reading, composing, dancing, chess and others.
I hoped you liked that bit of information about me:)
Hades was positively beaming by now and didn't even care he was doing something that was so out of character. He was just too happy.
He had found someone on this site who actually had an idea of what was enjoyable and significant in life. Someone who might even understand him and could be very stimulating to talk with. He had always wanted someone who shared a lot of his interests.
Persephone and he did have things in common, but not that many. They couldn't talk about everything to each other and he knew she didn't like the same things he did. Which had always saddened and frustrated him, not that he blamed her.
It looks like this woman does like the same things as me though. Well, most of them at least. I would never enjoy gardening, for instance. How would she look?
Hades was more than a little nervous. He felt like he was doing something illegal, commiting some horrible crime. Instead of looking at someone's picture.
He almost expected Persephone come bursting through the door and accuse him of betrayal and cheating. Not that he had done that, but still.. he felt rather guilty.
He was looking at some other woman's profile after all. She most definitely wouldn't like that and feel betrayed. He didn't think it was that horrible, but she probably would. He had cheated on her after all.
He felt like he should stop this, but he was just too curious. He had to know what the woman looked like. If she was not only interesting, intelligent and had the same interests as him, but was also beautiful. His curiousity would only go away when he knew.
Looking around him, still feeling rather uncomfortable, he selected her picture. And couldn't tear his eyes away from it when he saw it.
She had long, wavy black hair that was waist-length. It seemed to sparkle, almost like it had been struck by lightning. Or like it had captured rays of sunlight that were trying to escape. Black sunlight.
Her eyes were big and a soft goldish brown. They reminded him of warm summer days or field of grain. They were beautiful and so unlike his own, dark eyes.
She wore little make-up, only a bit eyeliner, soft gold eyeshadow and the tiniest bit of mascare. Her eyelashes were long and thick, even if they hadn't had the help of mascare. Even without the make-up, she would look stunning. Maybe even more so. He had never liked make-up that much, after all.
She had a long, elegant neck followed by a curvy and beautiful lean figure. Her body was the body of an athlete, muscular but not overly muscular. Perfect, if you asked him.
She wore a shimmering, gold dress that barely reached her knees, a gold girdle that reminded him strongly of Hippoleyte's girdle, a small diademe in the form of a swan and open shoes with high heels.
She looked royal, but also shy the way she was turned away from the camera so you couldn't see her properly and with a faint blush on her beautiful cheekbones. The mix of royal ellegance and shyness made her only more appealing.
Hades stared at her for a few moments, trying to place her face. He was sure he had seen her somewhere, but he didn't now where exactly. He couldn't remember. Or see her properly.
But he didn't care that much. He planned to find out soon, because now he knew she was both beautiful and intelligent, he couldn't resist the urge to answer her small message. He just had to talk with this woman. He barely knew her, but she already fascinated him.
Yes, it is. I am impressed you actually recognize it. Most people don't even pay attention to it. His music is indeed beautiful. What do you like about it? I like your name too, it sounds like a magician.
He pressed send and leant back in his chair, smiling. He suddenly felt a lot happier, now he might have found someone he could talk with, someone who shared his interests.
Maybe I won't be lonely and miserable after all. This could be the first time I don't feel lost when Persephone is gone..
The book gives only a small description of Demeter, so I have taken the liberty to make one myself. She still has black hair and brown ( although I have made it goldish brown rather then just brown). Same goes for Hades.
Aphrodite would also have forced her to wear certain clothing and allow herself to not look stern for once, so Hades would like her and not recognize her. Same goes for Hades:)
I hope you liked this! I also hope to update once a week, but I do not make promises. I still have other things to work on and also want to spend time with friends and other things like that.