Author's Note:

Hey there!

I'm really sorry that I hadn't stuck to my daily update. Because of a funny reason.

I kept on falling asleep in the middle of writing this chapter, so updates had to be delayed twice -_- Really? Falling asleep on the job?

So I promise that I will try to stay awake to complete a chapter. And I apologize if any of you had been waiting.

Muse of Fanfiction

In the dark abyss of shadows, the three white-robed sisters gathered together.

The youngest one was Clotho, whose pale blonde hair fell to her bosom. The middle sister was known as Lachesis, with black hair that tumbled onto her shoulders. The oldest was Atropos, whose blood red hair fell to her waist. The three of them shared the same eye colour; a bright green that seemed to glow hauntingly in the shadowy darkness surrounding them.

These sisters were none other than the Moirai, also famously known as the Fates.

Clotho – the weaver of the thread of life; the one who controls the events in an individual's life.

Lachesis – the measurer of the thread of life; the one who decides how long an individual's life will last.

Atropos – the cutter of the thread of life; with her mystical shears, she cuts the thread of life when it was time for an individual to pass onto the Underworld.

The three of them had been intently watching the reunion of the King and Queen of the Underworld, Hades and Persephone.

They had stayed silent as they listened to Hades, who goes by the guise of a mortal man named Aiden Cole, explain the entire truth to his recently-found wife and queen, Persephone, who went by the name of Spring Korey due to believing herself to be just a mortal. They could sense the anxiety in him as he spoke every word with care and consideration, and they too could sense the confusion and astonishment coming from her as she struggled to understand the sudden discovery.

"Finally she knows," Lachesis mused with a happy smile.

Atropos sighed, "What a beautiful reunion. After fifty years of being apart, they have found each other once again."

But while the two of them sighed in content, Clotho was blank.

"Does their reunion bother you, sister?" Atropos inquired gently.

Clotho pursed her lips and shook her head. "No, no. Their reunion certainly brings a warmth to me. But it is the challenges that will now stand in their way that worries me. Though I am the one who have set those challenges, I cannot help but worry that they would fail."

Lachesis sighed and silently reached out for her younger sister's hand. "Have we as the Fates ever failed in a task, dear Clotho? What do you think will happen to them?"

Clotho lifted her head up slightly to look at her sister, their green eyes staring at each other. With a small smile, she answered, "Something of a blessing."

When I cracked my eyelids opened slowly, I was immediately welcomed with the familiarity of my ceiling and the warm comfort of my bed.

I remained lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in serenity as I remembered the events that had happened last night.

The night before

In his Camaro, we didn't talk, but we were not bothered by it. I felt like I had asked enough questions for one night. I would save the rest for another day. Besides, I was indeed quite tired. He took notice of this and let me be. I sat silently beside him as he drove, one hand controlling the wheel while the other grasped my hand tightly.

He had offered me a pair of bedroom slippers before we left, and that was when I suddenly realized that I was still barefoot, thanks to the little encounter I had with that satyr. But I politely declined, since walking barefoot didn't really bother me so much.

"I still think you should have taken the slippers," he muttered, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. I immediately looked from him to my bare feet, twiddling my toes as I did.

"There is absolutely no need," I told him for already how many times. "I don't have to walk so much anyway."

He shook his head in disagreement. "Persephone, Persephone…. Sometimes, your mind is indeed quite strange…"

I pouted my lips then, but he turned to look at me with a warm smile and said, "But I guess that was one of the reasons why I fell in love with you in the first place."

The pout on my face disappeared in an instant, and a smile took over my lips. I wish I could lean in and kiss him now, as I had been doing for the past hour. But I didn't want to distract him from driving.

The forests on either side of the road made the area look really dark and sinister. There were lamp posts standing alongside the road, emitting a dull orange glow and lighting up the way. But I had noticed that the moon was hanging right over us in the starry midnight blue sky, bathing the lands below, including the road, in a soft and silvery-white shine that seemed so ethereal.

"I wish you could stay longer," I heard him murmur wistfully. "I wish you could stay the night with me."

"I really do wish I could," I answered back just as longingly. "But you know my mother…"

Hades groaned and muttered, "I know, I know."

I didn't say anything else and resumed to looking back out of the window. But he held my hand even tightly this time, though he still maintained gentleness. I couldn't help but notice how desperately he was holding onto my hand, as though he thought I was a slippery object and that I was about to slip away from his grip. Forever.

We didn't talk until fifteen minutes later, when he pulled up on the stretch of road that led to my cul-de-sac. I turned to look at him, only to find him looking back at me.

"How did you know where I live?" I asked him playfully, though suspiciously because I knew very well that I had not even once told him my address. I witnessed his eyes widening in panic and he immediately stammered, "No! I didn't stalk you or anything like that! It's just-"

"Sshh!" I exclaimed as I leaned forward quickly to press my lips against his. It silenced him, and he jumped in shock. But as I shaped my lips with his, I could feel him kiss me back forcefully as his arms formed a barrier around my waist.

After a few minutes of just making out in the dark inside of the car, I pulled away from Hades and leaned my forehead against his as I ran a finger over his soft lips. He smiled under my touch and his lips puckered to kiss my fingertip.

"Thank you," I whispered really quietly. "For finding me. At least I know my true identity now."

Running his fingers through my hair, he whispered, "I should be the one who is thanking you, because you took the truth calmly and accepted it. To be honest, I expected it to be a bit more difficult."

I quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. "Why?"

Hades' eyes then held a mixture of sadness and anger as he turned to look from me to the house.

Oh. That's why.

I cupped his face to make him face me again, and I murmured, "I'll find a way to handle my mother. And if it's possible, try to convince her to try and like you."

Hades snorted in disbelief, "I really don't think that is possible, Persephone. Demeter hates me for a millennium and a few centuries now. I don't know if her opinions of me would change so easily."

I frowned and replied, "I will find a way. This millennium-old grudge is really getting old."

Hades chuckled whole-heartedly, but stopped as he gazed longingly into my eyes. Again, he kissed me gently, and I happily complied. As we kissed, our hands roamed; mine caressing his back, while the fingers of one of his hand ran through my hair while his other arm remained wrapped around me.

I sighed in content. Who knew how long I had been missing this pleasure? Even though my so-called 'first kiss' was just a few hours ago, it felt so good that I didn't want to stop doing it. And Hades happily agreed to my wishes. Being with him – kissing and holding him – seemed like the most natural and beautiful thing in the world. I could do this forever and not tire of it.

But while I was enjoying the sweet taste of his lips, he pulled away to take a breather. I too breathed heavily as I looked at him with a smile on my face.

Suddenly, time seemed to come to a standstill when he whispered, "I love you, Persephone."

His words sounded like a bead of honey that was rolling gently down a dark red rose petal. It was so smooth and sweet, it sounded like heaven to my ears. A smile built on my lips immediately, and I didn't hesitate to answer back, "I love you… Hades."

And so, after a final kiss and a hug, we bid each goodbye for the night and I got out of the car and walked to my front door, barefooted.

I couldn't stop smiling. Although last night was quite frightening because of being left alone at a party and the satyr incident, my time with Aiden – I mean, Hades – was one of the best moments of my life. He had enlightened me about my true identity and made me see things at a whole new perspective. I have a new warm and fuzzy feeling in my belly when I recalled the way he kissed me, hold me and told me he loved me.

When I finally broke out of my long train of thoughts, I got out of bed and to the shower.

As I dressed up for the day, donning a purple shirt and a pair of denim shorts, I could not even once stop thinking of Hades. I have never had any relationship before, but would like to have a boyfriend who is kind and loving. But who knew I would unintentionally take ten steps forward and immediately have a husband who is kind and loving, but also powerful, rich, loyal and immortal?

Apparently, no one did. Well, except thirteen other gods and goddesses, including my mother.

And that was when I stopped to think. Ever since I had found out from Hades that my mother, Demi Korey, is in fact Demeter, the Greek Goddess of the Harvest and Agriculture, I knew instantaneously that I wouldn't see her in the same light again. I loved my mother, but I now held a sense of hatred for her when I discovered that not only did she take me away from my true family for fifty years, she lied to me throughout and created false memories for me to believe that I was just a normal human girl, when I was capable of so much more.

And that made me think of something; how exactly did she manage to erase my mind throughout all those years? It could be with her magic, but is she even capable of that? And why exactly did she want to steal me away from the family?

Maybe I should ask Hades, the next time I saw him.

As I made my way down the stairs and to the kitchen, I could hear something cooking in the kitchen, and I gulped my anxiety down before I walked inside.

I see my blonde and green-eyed mother chopping some vegetables on the kitchen island. I didn't say anything as I silently made my way to the refrigerator, but she looked up the very second I took my first step.

"Good morning, Spring," she greeted with a happy smile on her lips. I studied that smile expressionlessly, and made no attempt to greet her back.

I had to shut out the jumble of feelings inside me when I realized that I was the daughter of the Greek Goddess of the Harvest and Agriculture. I felt like I should be honoured that I was in the presence of a goddess, even though she was a runaway. It was the same type of honour I felt when I discovered that I was the wife of the God of the Dead and Riches and the King of the Underworld.

But then I realized that I shouldn't feel that way, because I was also a goddess. Persephone, the Goddess of Spring and the Queen of the Underworld. I was the actual body of the goddess who I have read about so many times. Finally I knew how she looked like, because she was me.

"Spring? Are you alright, dear?"

I snapped out from my long train of thoughts and only now realized that I had been staring blankly at my mother, who was now making her way around the table and towards.

Instinctively, I took a step back and away from her.

She then stopped in her tracks and her eyebrows furrowed as she assessed me. While we both stood still and studied each other, I then wanted to smack my head for an obvious indication.

Her mortal name was Demi, which could be a nickname for Demeter, while mine was Spring, which I was a goddess of. And I also began to realize that our surname, Korey, would be Kore, which was Pers – I mean, my – other name.

So apparently, the indication of the truth had been there the entire time, but I just didn't know it until Hades told me the entire truth.

"Are you alright?" she asked again, taking a step closer. I had to will myself to not run from her and forcefully said, "Yes, I'm fine, Mom. I just have a little headache."

She sighed in dismay and asked, "Was it the party? Please tell me that you did not consume any alcohol."

I shook my head defensively. "No, no. It's just that I'm not used to loud music."

My mother sighed again, but with a small smile on her face. "I'll make you some chai to calm your head, alright?"

I nodded wearily, and she went back around the kitchen island to fill up a kettle with water before placing it on the stove. I went to the refrigerator and took out a small bottle of apple juice, with the intention to bring it up into my room.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "Can you get it for me, Spring?" my mother asked, as she tried to start up the fire of the stove. "I'm a little busy."

I silently walked out of the kitchen to the front door. The doorbell rang again just as I had opened the door, only to be greeted by someone saying, "Hello there! I've just come to ask-"

But the person on the other side immediately stopped talking just as I had fully opened the door and looked at her as she looked at me.

And my eyes widened immediately when I am aware of the fact that I was standing in front of another goddess.