The girl solely handling the counter for private flights was deep in thought. Today, she wondered why many are taking the jets owned by the famous billionaire James Evans on a flight to Greece.
How did they even get those passes? she thought to herself. That would have cost a fortune.
As she twirled a pencil in between her fingers, she recalled the faces of all those who had come to the counter and had ownership to said VIP passes. One thing that was similar between all of them was despite looking different, all of them looked extremely gorgeous.
The first was a couple. A man with the most blackest hair she had ever seen, complete with pitch black eyes that looked so intimidating and made him look dangerously sexy. He was tall, lean and well-toned. The body any girl would fall for. With him was a woman, who looked so beautiful and had the most innocent-looking face. Her russet hair fell in waves to her waist and she had wide amber eyes that looked nearly close to gold.
Though the systems did not say it, the counter girl suspected that those two people were married, or at least, in a relationship.
Just about fifteen minutes after the couple's jet had took off, a group came in with the same VIP passes to fly one on of the Evans' jets to Greece. Once again, the counter girl was struck by how extremely good-looking all of them looked.
There were two women, one older with curly shoulder-length reddish-orange hair and blazing yellow eyes (must be contacts) while the other was young and had wavy dark blackish-brown hair that flowed halfway down her back and dark blue eyes.
There were three guys with them, all who looked like Abercrombie & Fitch models. One had short golden hair and sky blue eyes. Another had short light blonde hair with spring green eyes. The last had shoulder-length chestnut hair with hazel eyes. When the counter girl looked at all of them, she couldn't help but ogle at how sexy all of them were.
After their flight had taken off, the counter girl really wondered why the sudden private flights to Greece. She understood if it was London or New York or France, but Greece? Not many people flew to Greece. In her opinion, it was just some country with a lot of old history.
As she continued pondering, she noticed that a woman was approaching the counter. The counter girl looked up and saw that this woman was also very beautiful. Very, very beautiful. She had earthly-blonde hair that reached half-way down her neck in soft curls and eyes that were a dark olive green. But standing out from the beauty of her face was the sadness and fatigue in her eyes.
Ten bucks says she has a VIP pass to Greece. the girl thought to herself, before saying in her best welcoming voice, "May I help you?"
Silently, the woman produced a familiar platinum card with 'EVANS INDUSTRIES' printed on it.
"To Greece?" the girl asked. The woman did not question how she knew. She only just nodded her head.
Well, she's not one for conversations. the girl thought to herself as her eyes scanned the name list on the computer screen.
Only eight people were registered to have the pass to James Evans' private jets. Seven had been claimed, so only one name was left.
"Are you Demi Korey?" the counter girl asked nicely. She then began to realize that 'Demi Korey' must be related in some way to 'Spring Korey', the woman with the man called 'Aiden Cole', considering the fact that they both have the same surname.
The woman silently nodded her head.
Hades sat on the couch, looking out the window at the sparkling ocean waters far below. In his hand was a short tumbler of Jack Daniel's whiskey. He wasn't really much of a drinker, but with all that was happening, he felt the need to just sit down and have some good liquor from the jet's minibar.
He took another swig of his drink, and the glass was emptied then. The minute he pulled the glass away from his lips, the lone female flight attendant appeared with the bottle of whiskey in her hands.
"Would you like some more, sir?" she asked in a voice that was too flirty to be friendly.
Hades did not turn away from the window as he nodded his head. He lifted the glass so that the girl could pour some more of the fine drink into it.
"Thank you," he said when he felt that the tumbler in his hand was filled to the brim. He brought the glass to his lips and took another swig, his eyes still fixed upon the view outside the window. Nonetheless, he was very aware that the flight attendant was still standing beside him, but he paid no heed.
The flight attendant bit her bottom lip in a flirtatious manner. She could not deny the fact that she was immediately attracted to this man's very good looks and his great body. And now that the girl that was with him was out of the way, she could have a chance.
"Sir?"
Hades turned to look at her then, and immediately noticed the way she was eyeing him hungrily and biting one corner of her full bottom lip.
Twirling a lock of her strawberry blonde hair around her pinky finger, she purred, "If there is anything you need, anything at all, just let me know, alright?"
Hades lifted an eyebrow and assessed her from head-to-toe. The flight attendant's excitement grew, because, to her, that was obviously an indication that he was interested.
"Anything?" he asked, looking at her grey eyes.
"Anything…" she replied seductively, licking her lips in anticipation.
Daringly, she reached out to trace a finger on his strong forearm, to state her claim that she was indeed willing to do anything for him. She had slept with many handsome men before, even having a one night stand with the one and only James Evans, and she was bent on getting this handsome creature next.
Hades blankly watched her finger as he replied, "Could you not act like such a whore then?"
Immediately, the finger froze. Hades then looked at the shocked flight attendant with a dangerous frown. His lips were curled in disgust.
With assertiveness, he swatted the flight attendant's hand away from him and spat poisonously, "In case you're too airheaded to realize it, I came on this bloody jet with my wife. I have no plans to cheat on her now, nor would I even think about doing it in the future."
He then stood up to his intimidating full height, the tumbler of whiskey still gripped in his hand. The flight attendant took a fearful step back in response.
"And let me tell you something," he said dangerously, anger building up inside him. "She gives me the best sex I could ever dream of. She makes me feel hotter than whatever you pathetically hoped to achieve and she always leaves me begging for more. So I see no need to exchange a goddess like her for a cheap whore such as yourself."
Without another word, he gulped down his whiskey in one go and put the tumbler down firmly on the coffee table, being careful that it does not break. He then turned away from the flight attendant, walking towards the bedroom at the back of the jet.
The flight attendant stood there for a while, shocked that she had actually been rejected and insulted like that. She should be angry, but instead, she felt so embarrassed. Hurriedly, she took the glass and walked away, her entire face flushed with embarrassment.
Hades stomped to the bedroom door, completely fuming. If there was one thing he hated, it was these pathetic women who think they could easily sway him into sex. These mortal whores were no different from those harlot nymphs he had to deal with in the past, especially Minthe. He was more than happy with Persephone. He did not need a lover when he had her. He wasn't like his brothers, who bedded many women and still did not feel satisfied.
He opened the door and stepped inside. There, he saw his wife sitting in the middle of the grand bed, looking out the window beside her. The orange glow from the rising sun emanated throughout the room, and it cast a glow on her features that made her look very much like the goddess she was.
She turned to him and smiled. He smiled back, shut the door, and went to sit beside her.
He did not say anything to her yet. He simply tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. But Persephone soon broke the silence, saying, "I heard what happened out there."
He froze instantly and stared at her blankly. But he was surprised when she leaned in to give him a kiss.
"Why didn't you do anything to stop her then?" he asked her in-between kisses. As he kissed her back, Persephone smiled and answered, "I knew you wouldn't succumb to her. I trusted you, and you proved yourself faithful."
Her answer made him smile. He was glad that he had her trust, same as how she had his. They both knew that they didn't want to tarnish the trust they had for each other, and that was what made their marriage so pure, strong and ever-lasting.
As Persephone entwined her fingers in his black hair, he gently pushed her down onto the mattress, his lips still molding with hers. He trailed down to kiss her neck and she sighed in contentment. Utterly breathless, she asked, "Were you being truthful with all those things you said about me?"
His lips still not leaving her neck, he whispered against her soft and sweet-smelling skin, "Of course I was being truthful. Every praise I speak about you will always be words of truth, my lovely Persephone."
But just then, before he could move upwards to kiss her again, there was a ringing of a cell phone on the dressing table nearby.
Persephone's breath caught at the sound of it, whereas Hades growled in annoyance. She sighed and eased herself from underneath him, telling him, "Answer it. It could be important."
He had a feeling it was, but still, he was annoyed that it had to interrupt in his private moment with Persephone. Nevertheless, he gave her a swift kiss and got off her, moving to the table and grabbing his BlackBerry.
The caller was James Evans.
"Zeus?" Hades answered.
"Brother, have you taken off yet?" Zeus questioned in a rush.
"Yes," Hades answered swiftly. "I got a call from Hestia a while ago. She's already on one of your jets with the Letoides, Hermes and Dionysus. Do you know of the rest?"
"Yeah," Zeus replied. "They're all on their own way to Athens, but I don't know about Demeter though."
At the mention of her name, Hades' hand clenched into a tight fist as he remembered what had happened in the past twenty-four hours. His anger had still never died down, only locked deep within him so that it wouldn't appear anytime soon. Unfortunately, it made an appearance now.
"You would not believe what I had to go through with her," he seethed under his breath, his liquid obsidian eyes glaring at a glass vase so intently that he was sure it could break into pieces under his eyes.
"What happened?" Zeus asked, his voice curious.
And so, Hades told him of everything that had happened. How Demeter had kidnapped Persephone, the fight that had taken place between him and her, and how he enlisted Artemis' help to rescue his wife before making an escape with her to the airport.
Zeus said nothing as he listened intently. He could not believe everything that he was hearing. He knew that Demeter could do things that seemed too out-of-the-line, but never had he expected her to go that far.
And to think that he had slept with that woman.
"I am at a complete loss for words," he finally said after Hades had finished talking. Indeed, he was completely baffled. "What do you think Demeter is up to now?" he wondered.
Hades squeezed the bridge of his nose and sighed, "I doubt she knew today was the fated day, Zeus."
"So do you think she won't be able to make it?"
Hades felt a shift in emotions then. He really did not want to think of his sister dying while the rapture occurred. If she was completely gone from existence, what would he think? And even worse, what would Persephone feel?
Of course, she would feel heartbroken. No matter what, Demeter was her mother. The woman who took care of and raised her from young, despite her unidealistic methods of raising.
"I honestly don't know what to think," he answered. "And I don't really want to think about it."
Zeus could detect that he did not want to talk of the subject for a second longer, and respected his wishes. He said his goodbyes, giving him a good luck as well.
After Hades put down the phone, he turned to face Persephone once again. He saw that she was lying on her side, sleeping very peacefully.
Seeing her at peace made Hades' heart warm and calm. That was what Persephone was to him as well; she was a safe haven. He could feel at ease when she was around.
He couldn't help but smile slightly, and he slowly and gently got on the bed, lying beside and facing her. She felt him then, for she shifted to be closer to him. As he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, she nuzzled her face into his chest.
"Hades?" she whispered.
"Hm?"
Sleepily, she murmured, "When we return to the Underworld, what will be the first thing you would do?"
His eyes looked over to the window as he thought of what to answer. There were many things that he wished to do once he returned to his true home, but there was only one thing that would top the rest.
As he lovingly caressed her back, he answered, "I would proclaim you as my queen once again. My queen forever."
Hades could feel her smile, and she mumbled something unintelligent before becoming silent once again. It was then he knew that she had already fell asleep.
And he followed suit just a few seconds later, dreaming of her, his children and his Underworld.
"Would Demeter really decide to not rejoin the others?" Atropos wondered aloud.
Beside her, Lachesis answered, "Despite us being the Fates, we really do not know of her choice. But I personally do hope that she would rejoin them. It just seems so strange to think that a powerful goddess such as herself would consider ending her life."
"We'll just have to wait and see, my sisters," Clotho said solemnly. "Just wait and see."
I was being lightly shaken awake from my wonderful sleep. My body protested against waking up, and I did not want to in the first place. But I did when I heard him urgently whispering into my ear.
"Persephone. Wake up. Wake up," he said softly yet with urgency.
Slowly, I cracked one eyelid open and looked at him. Hades was standing beside the bed, his figure looming over me. His onyx eyes were filled with anxiety.
"Hades?" I murmured sleepily. "What's going on?"
In an instant, he replied, "We've arrived in Athens. We have to leave for Olympia immediately."
So without another second to waste, I quickly got out of bed, took a few quick minutes to freshen up, and followed him out of the jet.
We were now on the next leg of our journey against time.
Author's Note:
I am very proud with the scene of Hades and the flight attendant. That flight attendant got OWNED! Although, I will admit that I was pretty embarrassed with what I wrote on that part. But in the end, I left it there, because it seemed too good to be deleted.
By the way, I know there wasn't much Persephone in this, but I really wanted to focus a bit on Hades for this chapter. Besides, Persephone didn't really have much to do here.
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