On the brink of a new discovery, she woke to find herself trapped in the deepest, darkest pits of hell.
Persephone's reincarnate, cop Sakura; Hades, Lord of the Underworld Sasuke AU. (If turned into a fic, will contain 🔞 content!)
I actually have 4 parts already written and will share them all here before I decide if I'm going to make it into a full fic or not.
Part 3/4!
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She raced through the palace's extensive labyrinth blindly, her mud-covered, knee-high boots thudding noisily as she tried desperately to outrun the looming, masked man (now determinedly) chasing after her; her lungs screaming… no, demanding… for her to slow down and pause so that she could catch her breath, but she refused to do their bidding; knowing instinctively that she would be caught by the man in an instant if she did.
She shoved her way through a random door at the end of a long hallway (and thankfully found that it was unlocked) before slamming it in the man's face. She heard an angry grunt of frustration when he realized that she had latched the door behind her, and she turned to begin following the long trail of winding steps to the higher landing, taking two at a time. She was desperately parched and in need of a long rest, but hearing the sounds of pounding on the door behind her, gave her enough incentive to continue onward.
She was gasping, when she came across another door at the top of the staircase.
This one was also (thankfully) unlocked and she opened it quickly at the sound of splintering wood… before shutting and locking it as well. Sakura searched the dark interior as best as she could swiftly with a calculated gaze and found another door, shrouded with a stainless-glass front, on the far right. The pinkette sprinted over to it and threw it open before realizing that it opened out onto a minute balcony. Panic seized her chest, squeezing, tightening like a noose and she frantically came up with a plan to scale down the steep tower as the door to the tower rattle on its hinges. A small breath escaped her lips as she swung her body over the waist-high railing, slowly slipping down until her fingers found a small crevice in the old, cracking exterior.
'Gods, I'm so high. Don't look down again. Just don't look and everything will be fine. Come on, Sakura. You can do this. Shannaro!'
Slowly, she began to descend.
When Sakura's ears picked up on the harsh rumbling of a door being broken down mere seconds after, her wayward pulse quickened tenfold, and she slowly glanced up to see the dark silhouette of the masked man staring down at her. Blacker than anything she had ever seen before; shadows overtook her vision almost fully so that she couldn't see his face entirely while the moon hung high behind him.
A soft, tangible breeze began to blow his short hair around his head… her perception wasn't skewed enough that she couldn't see it moving against the harshness of the moon, before seeming to settle itself around her body and she felt several cold shivers race down the full length of her spine, as fear seemed to cripple her briefly. Feeling trapped, and with only marginal hesitation, the woman leaped from her precarious position on the rock crevice, plummeting swiftly to the rocky terrain below.
'Anything… anything is better than being trapped here with these psychos… even death.'
But before she could even reach midway down, she felt a force wrap around her upper body, twisting and pulling her arms snuggly next to her sides, before jerking her back up from her downward descent. A harsh grunt of surprise and slight agony escaped from her tongue before she began to furiously struggle against the lines binding her. But nothing alleviated the crushing feeling of being trapped against her own will and she felt herself being hauled back up from the exact same way that she had just come from.
"Agh!"
Her backbone scraped lightly against the rocks as she was forced onto it… once again on the balcony and she ground her teeth agitatedly while her green eyes fluttered upwards to meet the striking black ones of a masked man. His head angled to the right while she panted harshly for breath, her eyes narrowing significantly; but he completely ignored her angry glare and slowly lifted her up to her feet, then began dragging her back through the tower and down the winding staircase.
When she was thrown into an unknown room, after taking several winding turns with him that she wouldn't be able to return to if she had tried, she felt a soft gasp leave her lips at the sight before her. A stunning and massive chandelier hung heavily in the center of the towering ceiling, casting a soft light with its plethora of candles, held firmly in golden sconces, across the multitude of stunning art pieces lining the crisply-painted, navy-colored walls. It seemed to hold a rough texture to it, the walls, but she couldn't be certain as her eyes traveled in a wide circle around the room…taking note of every fine detail that Sakura possibly could, before falling and halting on the clear centerpiece in the middle of the room.
The dark, yet comfortingly dim interior did very little to hide the colossal and imposing stature of a throne, sitting on a high platform in the middle of the room. She didn't want to be in awe of it, she wanted to feel disgust or distain, but it was just too magnificent and Sakura found her jaw swiftly dropping to the floor, eyes grown wide, and heart beating rapidly with sudden apprehension. This was clearly a chair built for a King… but she refused to even consider that the man who'd kidnapped her, had been telling the truth. That he truly was the King of the Underworld… the deadly deity known (and feared) by most as Hades.
She swallowed apprehensively as her eyes scanned the intricacy of the wooden structure, delicate patterns twisting up and down the full length of it (from the very base of the legs all the way to the very top of its pointed back) and had to admit that she was actually secretly (because she would never in a million years admit to it allowed) impressed by its beauty and sturdy design. The cushion placed precisely in the center of it looked inviting, and she felt an impulsive need to test it out… even at the expense ofangering her captors.
The figure behind placed a firm hand in the middle of her back and pushed, effectively interrupting her from ogling, silently encouraging her to move forward. But it was as if her legs had filled with lead and he had to physically shove her forward again to get her to move. Her feet treaded the marbled flooring garishly, whereas the young man behind her remained completely silent as they pressed onward.
She was then stopped just before reaching the throne and all became silent. She swallowed anxiously before twisting around to face the man behind her. He was staring at her, with unnerving and uninhibited focus… his eyes depicting nothing of his mood. He could have almost been a statue, if it wasn't for the steady rise and fall of his heart beneath the dark tunic covering his chest.
She felt extremely uneasy all of a sudden, being only able to see his black eyes, and opened her mouth to speak, to demand of him why he had brought her here to this place, but couldn't find the words and closed it again… her eyes simply narrowing to visually show him her displeasure with the situation she was currently in.
"Let… me… go," she finally settled on, growling the words through tightly clenched teeth when the uncomfortable and stretching silence had become too much for her. Her body visibly tensed as he tilted his head towards her. His hands reached up, grasping hold of the mask shielding her view of him, and lifted it to rest on his head. His skin, she noted, was the palest she had ever seen, nearly transparent, and his face— a mask of false niceties while his black locks lay loosely next to his temples.
"I can't do that, Ugly."
She felt the slight tick in her right eye at the sentiment, her anger rising, and clenched her fists, before spitting through tight teeth, "What did you just call me?"
"Ugly," he said matter of factly, his gaze steadily on hers. She felt the strings loosen slightly and took the initiative to pounce. With lightning-fast speed, she slipped an arm from the bindings and reared backwards…forming a tight fist as she readied herself to strike. Bringing it forwards, intent on slamming it directly into his face, but the strange man was faster and had grasped her fist before she had a chance to even blink.
She gasped in stunned surprise… her lips parting in horror as the man's lips lifted into a smile… one that she felt was meant to appease her…but instead had the opposite effect entirely. It caused her heart to race anxiously and a cold sweat began to break out across her temple.
'How can he be smiling when I almost punched him in the face…'
"Let me go," she seethed, her temper rising once again as he held onto her firmly before wrapping her back up in the bindings, pulling them more taunt than before.
"I can't do that, Ugly. Lord Uchiha has strictly ordered us to keep you here until he returns… by any means necessary and however we see fit, as long as you remain relatively unharmed that is."
"Stop calling me that!"
"I'm sorry… old habits are hard to break. I find all non-deity creatures ugly so don't be too offended, Miss." Sakura was too affronted by this man to take notice of the swift drop in temperature around her… before it was too late and when she felt that damned imposing as hell aura behind her, she steeled herself and turned slowly, her heart nearly bursting forth from her chest, as her eyes met the deepest crimson hue that she had ever seen.
'It's… S-Sasuke.'
The dark deity's lips twisted up slightly into a wicked smirk as he stepped into her, his tall frame towering over her and she had to strain her neck back to maintain eye contact as he lifted his hand to brush his fingers delicately against her left cheek. Her breath caught when he bent forwards, nose brushing her earlobe as he whispered seductively against her skin, "Another escape attempt, Sakura? When will you realize that you're in my realm." He nuzzled his nose along her throat before taking a deep breath, drawing back just enough to meet her eyes. "Nothing in my realm escapes these eyes." She felt her world turning inside out when his eyes began to spin lazily, her heart leaping into her throat seconds before she felt her body grow limp.
Her gaze was fuzzy and she couldn't look anywhere else but his eyes as he grabbed her swiftly into his arms when she began to fall. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers softly before whispering a command; one she felt compelled, no matter how much she wanted to fight it, to follow.
"Sleep now, Sakura."