The time had come for the Lord of the Underworld to visit The Fates. It was annual, much like birthdays. He was not expecting anything new, actually. He was expecting prophecies that he has already heard before. Oh, how wrong he was.
Greetings, my Lord.
They said in unison, although by the manner that they've said, they are like one body.
"Greetings, dear Fates." He said. "What have you in store for me?"
Oh, a great future awaits you, my Lord… Very great indeed.
Hades could not sleep, nor even relax. He was thinking of what the Fates had told him earlier.
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"But to whom?" he asked, deep confusion in his voice.
Persephone, thy lady's name.
"Demeter's young daughter?"
You are correct, my lord.
"But she's barely in her twenties! Much too young! And oh, her mother… That possessive woman…"
Do not be troubled, oh, Rich One.
For age is merely a figure,
Especially for immortal souls.
When everything is said and done,
Her mother can debate no more,
When she decides that she is yours.
"But…"
Farewell, my Lord, until our next meeting.
The fair ladies went out of the gloomy room, and smoke followed them. Just like that, they disappeared.
Hades dared not escape his fate, for he knows that there is nothing that he can do.
But just out of curiosity, he delved at the upper world and wanted to see what Persephone, the maiden, looked like.
While he was quietly walking in the fields, known to be Demeter's place, he was forming face shapes in his mind what she'd look like. Hades was no stranger to the world, so he assumed that she would look like a nymph, beautiful, full-bodied, and…
"hmm-mm. La la la.." hummed a sweet voice.
Hades hid behind a tree and saw near the waters a maiden very fair and radiant, but for him, no words could describe her. Oh, by the gods, she should have her own word!
She gathered water from the stream on her porcelain pot, and petals were on her hair. It seems that it was unconsciously done, but how it fit her perfectly. She had hair as black as ebony, with traces of gold at the ends, a mark of the sun on her. Her skin was porcelain, but it was not pale, it was radiant, SHE was radiant, more radiant than the sun itself. And her face, oh that face, the perfect cheekbones, the perfect full lips, and the piercing gray eyes. He swore that it changed to a pale green when she smiles, or turned light gold when the sun pierced her eyes.
"Oh, our darling Persephone." One of the oceanids said. "Come, come. Let us tell stories to each other!"
So she is my future… She is not like a nymph… She is something deeper.