Hades stormed out of his throne room, aggravated by his poisoning thoughts.
He could not relieve himself with another-he wanted her. Those jade eyes haunted him with every breath. Oh how he yearned to see those bewitching eyes roll back as he teased her silly, making her gasp and plead for utter release.
A wicked grin plastered on his face, Hades shook himself out of the daydream, appalled that he fell into her lustful traps. Glancing down, his lower half betrayed him, bulged against the fabric of his exomie. Grumbling to himself, he stormed to his chambers for a rest, praying to the Fates that it would cool his temper down.
What Hades did not anticipate was for his nephew, Hermes, to be sitting by the Lord's bed.
The uninvited guest appeared bored in Hades' chambers, toying with his caduceus as Aphrodite would her nails. The grumpy god cleared his throat obnoxiously. Hermes' hazel gaze had a touch of emotion behind them-for what exactly, Hades was unaware.
"Kore-forgive me-Persephone is in danger, Father says, and requests that you take your bride now," Hermes' brows furrowed in fierce manner at the mention of the beauty, "Her blood has called to your realm."
Hades nodded, racing past the brat, whistling loudly for his Hell Horses. The blazing steeds came obediently speeding forth with his chariot in tow. Flames danced along their manes, gleaming at Hades as he placed his helm on. Gripping the leather reins tightly around his strong wrist, he slapped them against their rears.
Hades shot across his kingdom as if death itself was chasing him. His betrothed would face no harm in his domain, for the result of such would end up in souls perishing under his wrath. Hades' anger boiled at Persephone being in harm's way; his jaw locked painfully as he gripped the reins tighter, and bolted on. His chariot soared chaotically above the Underworld. As Hades passed over his land, he heard and ignored the echoing cries of waiting souls.