The REAL Cosmic Couple! (Hades/Persephone fic)

[Hades]

I've been rp-ing as Persephone and Macaria and Demeter and Hades (and Cerberus) for a while now...and I'm gonna guess that it might get kinda confusing, since the whole story hasn't been publicly available here. I mean, it's been on Fanfiction.net...but it hasn't been made available like movies have been and stuff. SO, I'm posting it here! PLEASE review me, either here, or on Fanfiction...if you want the link, pm me. If not, just read it here. ^^

Introduction

In an empty room, someone cleared his throat. It was the narrator, Bob.

“Now, let’s see…um…oh, yes.” Bob cleared his non-existent throat again, and began to speak. “Ancient Greece. A time of fierce battles, heroic…heroes, and romantic love stories. But there is one, sick, twisted love story that does not follow in the traditional Greek path of stories such as Pygmalion and Galatea, Perseus and Andromeda, Odyseus and Penelope, and so on. The brutal kidnapping of Persephone.”

A vase with a picture of Persephone, goddess of spring, was wheeled into the room by an assistant, followed by a (much smaller) one of Hades, Lord of the Dead.

“Persephone was a beautiful and kind goddess, and everyone on Mt. Olympus was devastated to learn that Persephone had been snatched by the sicko god, Hades. Hades, as we all know, has no heart and feelings, and shed no remorse over this cruel, cruel deed he was carrying out. Persephone was held hostage in the terrible Underworld—”

“HOLD IT!!” A teenage girl materialized in the middle of the room, hands on hips, and a scowl on her face.

Bob looked—er, sounded—surprised. “Who are you?”

“My cousin,” said Hercules, and he walked in the middle of the room, followed by Meg.

“Your…cousin?” said Bob.

“Well, yes, but…” said the girl, and pushed back a few strands of blond hair. “I’m Macaria (or just Maci for short). I’m the daughter of Hades and Persephone.”

Bob was stunned into a few seconds of shocked silence. “…But…how?!”

Macaria turned orange, and her hair burst into flame. “Well, it happened pretty much in the usual way!”

“No, no, I mean, in the stories it--it says that Hades kidnapped Persephone and forced her to marry him…?” Bob’s voice trailed off.

“Yeah. But there’s more,” said Macaria. She extinguished herself.

“Of course there’s more…Persephone refused to eat anything so Hades forced her to eat six pomegranate seeds and now she gets stuck in the Underworld for six months each year and that’s why we have the four seasons.”

Macaria face-palmed. “No, no, no, that’s NOT what happened! Who wrote these mythology books?!”

“Then what happened?” said Bob indignantly.

“I’m actually kinda curious myself,” said Hercules, “How did your mom and your dad…meet?”

"And I wanna know why the heck would anyone would wanna spend more then ten minutes with Hades, let alone marry and {ugh} have children with him," said Meg.

“Fine,” said Macaria. She formed a chair for herself, Hercules and Meg and sat down.

“Well…” said Bob, “I’m supposed to be done narrating now, so it is my breaktime, and I've got nothing to do for the next hour or two…what the hey? Go ahead, Macaria.”

Macaria cleared her throat. "My pleasure...now...ladies and gentlemen, mortals and gods, monsters and ghosts, and anything else that’s out there…forget Zeus and Hera...get ready…to hear the story…of the REAL cosmic couple!”

[Disney]

*Rolling around on the floor howling with laughter after reading introduction.*

That was HILARIOUS! I want to see more of this!!! ;D ;D ;D *Huggles April*

[Persephone]

Chapter I-- Persephone Sulks and the Fates Predict

****Macaria’s Note-- This whole story takes place WAY before Hercules was born….this takes place before I was born!****

“No…gods, mo-om…” whined Persephone. She kicked away the pink flower petal headdress her mother was trying to put on her.

“Persephone. Is that anyway for a grown goddess to behave?” scolded Persephone’s mother, Demeter, goddess of agriculture. Demeter picked up the pink headdress and rubbed off the dust on it with her green glowing hands.

Persephone just rolled her eyes.

“If you want a god to marry you, you have to behave yourself.” Demeter placed the headdress on Persephone and beamed.

“But I don’t want a god to marry me--I don’t want to get married!” snapped Persephone. She threw the headdress across the room, and stood up. She went over to the window.

“Persephone!” cried Demeter. She knew how much her daughter wanted to stay single, but gods from all over the world had been pestering her to marry Persephone off. It was easy to see why—with her violet eyes, light pink skin, and shoulder-length blond hair, Persephone was quite a vision.

Persephone traced her hand along the panels of the window. “I don’t want to marry anyone, Mother,” she said softly but firmly.

“Oh, Persephone, darling, you’ll have to marry someone someday…” said Demeter. She went over to her.

“No-one is right for me,” protested Persephone, “I don’t want to marry someone I don’t like--I’ll be stuck with them forever because I’m immortal! And divorce is not an option…not here in Greece, anyway…can’t I just follow Artemis and Athena and Hestia? Can’t I become the fourth virgin goddess?”

Demeter smiled, delighted. She had always planned to either have Persephone marry a nice civil god, or become a virgin goddess. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do.” However, there was one small little detail that one stand in the way of that....

Persephone merely shrugged. In all honesty, she would love to get married…but there wasn’t anyone she would even consider marrying. However, becoming a virgin goddess was completely out of the question.

“Now, Persephone, would you please put this on?” Demeter handed her the headdress. Persephone jammed it on her head with a scowl.

“Happy now?”

“Very nice, Sephy…but...here...your chiton's wrinkled...and there's a breeze outside...maybe you should bring your shawl..."

“Mother,” she hissed, between clenched teeth, “Can you PLEASE stop fussing over me already?!"

Demeter sighed. “Sephy, I just do this because I love you.”

Persephone scowled. “Love me a little less, please.”

Demeter sighed again. “As Goddess of Spring, you need to be responsible, and sensible, and you need to let me fuss over you and do what’s right, because as your mother, I know what’s best for you…..”

Persephone rolled her eyes, marking on the wall behind her another tally mark. XXVII times her mother had recited this speech. She resisted the urge to mouth the words along with her.

“Mom. I’m fine. Nothing will happen. I can take care of myself,” Persephone said, "And don't call me Sephy."

"I just worry, Sephy--er, Persephone," said Demeter, "Now come along--we've got to get to this family reunion. Zeus expects us to be there, and he expects us to be there now."

Persephone gave an aggravated sigh, and followed her mother out to the chariot. She wasn’t psychic, but she could tell that this family reunion was going to suck. Badly.


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Meanwhile, from the Underworld, a stream of extremely rude curses rang out. Hades was mad. And Pain and Panic found it best to hide.

Immediately.

“Um…boss…what’s wrong?” asked Pain tentatively, from his spot behind Hades’ throne.

“This…this is what’s wrong!!” snapped Hades, and he waved a little scroll at the imps.

Panic managed to read it from his spot under Hades’ giant chessboard. “‘You are cordially invited to a family reunion on Mt. Olympus…’hmm…blah blah blah…date…time…um…‘by order of Zeus...’”

Hades exploded. “Now I HAVE to go to this stupid thing…” he growled.

“It can’t be that bad,” said Pain.

“Oh no? Everyone fusses over everyone, and totally ignores me. So I’m left standing in a corner for the entire time…and then Zeus’ll come over and be all annoying, hugging me, being all ‘friendly’…ugh…”

“Won’t Aphrodite be there?” said Pain.

“Yeah! You can harass her the whole time!” said Panic.

Hades rolled his eyes. "I'm not going..."

"I thought you just said you had--"

"I don't give a damn. I'm not going," Hades growled. He sank into his throne to sulk.

"Oh, yes you are!" said Lachesis. All three were standing in front of Hades in a flash.

The god of the Underworld nearly jumped out of his skin.

”Wha—?” he choked out, then anger crossed his face, “Oh. It’s you three. Well…..what exciting prophecy do you have for me today?”

The three Fates looked at each other. “Hm....was he supposed to just… guess like that?” whispered Clotho to Lachesis, who silenced her, then nudged her sisters. All three moved to the front of the room.

Hades slumped back in his throne, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to like what they had to say.

“You must go to this family reunion,” began Atropos, taking the eye from Clotho, and popping it in her socket.

“And just why, pray tell, is it so important to attend this particular family reunion?” said Hades, drumming his fingers on the armrest of his throne.

“If you stop interrupting us, we’ll tell you,” snapped Lachesis, and Hades shut up.

“You will meet someone,” said Clotho, and she popped the eye in her socket

Hades had an urge to say something very rude and VERY sarcastic, but instead stayed silent and listened to what they had to say.

“A girl,” said Lachesis.

“I’ve already met Hecate, babe, and trust me, she is NOT my type,” said Hades, with a smirk.

All three glared at him.

He slumped back in his throne.

“You will meet a girl at this party. And you will—” said Clotho, but Atropos and Lachesis clapped hands over her mouth.

Hades sat up again. “What? ‘I will’ what?” They shook their heads no. “So, you’re just gonna—gonna leave me at a dead end like that?”

Clotho looked down guiltily, and gave the eye to Lachesis. “We can’t tell you,” said Lachesis, “Go to the reunion—and you’ll find out.”

Hades stared at them, beginning to turn orange. “You’re cruel,” he growled.

“True that,” said Atropos cheerfully.

“Have fun at the reunion!” chimed in Lachesis and they vanished.

Hades sat back (again) with a huge, angry sigh as Pain and Panic blinked nervously. “Well,” he said to them, “Looks like I’m going to this exciting family reunion. Wheee…”

Thanks Esme!! ^^

[~Elisa Maza~]

Gee, I wonder who Hades is gonna meet?

Great start April. I can't wait to see more.

[Persephone]

Chapter II-- Demeter Tells the Truth and Hades Arrives

“Now wait a second,” said Bob, “What’s so important about a family reunion?

“And who’s the girl that the Fates said Hades would meet?” said Hercules, “And what will Hades do when he meets her?”

“Well....maybe...and this is just a suggestion, people, but...maybe if you STOP INTERRUPTING ME, I'll tell you!" snapped Macaria.

Everyone stopped talking to let her continue.

“Ahem….now…where was I? Oh, yes…”


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Hades slunk around the Underworld, throwing things into his chariot.

“It’s customary to b-bring a gift when you’re going to a family reunion, boss,” said Pain. Hades glared at him.

"Since when do people bring gifts to a family reunion?!” said Hades, hands on hips, “And I’m only going ‘cuz the Fates are gonna force me, like it or not…”

“And ‘cuz you’re gonna meet a girl, right?’ put in Panic. Hades zapped him.

“NO, not ‘cuz I’m gonna meet a girl,” snapped Hades, "The stupid Fates enjoy making me do stupid things, like going to stupid parties to meet bratty little girls. So even if I don't go, they'll use their little tapestry to make me go. Ya got the concept, brainiac?"

“Uh-huh,” said Panic.

Hades rolled his eyes, and got into the chariot. “See you in V minutes when they throw me out,” he said, and flew off.


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“Mo-om,” groaned Persephone, attempting to hide her face with her flower petal headdress, “Everyone’s looking at me….”

“They’re awestruck, Sephy—they think you’re beautiful,” Demeter bubbled.

Persephone groaned, not just because her mother had called her Sephy again. Every male on Olympus had their eyes fixed on her, and it was absolutely nerve-wracking.

“Ah! There’s Apollo!” cried Demeter, and began trying to flag him down. Persephone tried her best not to gag.

“Tell me, mother…just what is so great about that…that jerk!”

“Oh, he’s polite and sincere and very hansome,” said Demeter happily.

“And extremely boring,” said Persephone. She took a pomegranate from the table next to her and swallowed some seeds. Pomegranates were her favorite fruit.

“You shouldn’t say that about your future husband,” said Demeter.

Persephone spit out the seeds she was eating, and stared at her mother in shock. “My future husband?!” she exclaimed, “What are you talking about?!”

“Um…well…I was planning on telling you….later today…” said Demeter, "You and Apollo are now engaged to be married."

Persephone couldn't believe what she was hearing. “So everything you told me this morning about how I didn’t have to get married if I didn’t want to…was a lie?!”

“Well…it wasn't a lie exactly...that was only if I didn’t find someone suitable for you,” said Demeter.

“You could have at least mentioned that!” snapped Persephone.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, darling, I promise you’ll like him. He’s very proper—“

“I don’t want proper!” wailed Persephone, “And I won’t marry someone that I don’t love!”

Apollo had come up to Demeter during all this. “Persephone, darling, just give me a chance. You won’t know if you’ll like me or not if you don’t give it a try,” he said gently.

Persephone recoiled murderously, and turned to her mother. “Please don’t make me do this,” she begged, “It’s the last thing I want—please. Can’t…can’t I just wait until the right guy comes along, and…and then I could marry him and I’ll be happy and you’ll be happy!”

Demeter shrugged, “I’m sorry, Sephy, but this is what will happen. I've got people breathing down my neck to marry you off, and I simply can't wait for you to find someone. We’ll talk with Zeus about when your wedding will be.”

Persephone stared at the both of them in horror, too angry to bother to correct her mother about calling her 'Sephy'. “You can’t make me go through with this,” she hissed, “I will not marry Apollo!” She turned on her heel and stormed off.

Demeter shook her head sadly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with her,” she said.

Apollo shrugged. “It’ll be alright…lots of people get cold feet before a marriage,” he said consolingly. Though he wasn’t in love with Persephone like everyone else was (with him it was more of a mild crush), he understood that Persephone had to marry someone someday, and he was willing to be her husband. Apollo really was a gentle guy everyone’s best interests at heart….however, it wasn’t wise to disagree with Demeter.

“I know, but still…something makes me think it’s not just cold feet,” said Demeter, “Hmm...Apollo...even if she refuses, I want you to marry her anyway. She’ll understand it’s for the best.”

Apollo shrugged and nodded.


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“I can’t believe….I’m going to have to marry…Apollo…” sobbed Persephone. She was on the floor besides a pillar, crying softly. Apollo was a nice guy, but she didn’t want to marry him, for Zeus’ sake. And her mother could have at least told her. Or given her just a little bit more control in the decision.

“I can’t go through with this….I won’t go through with this…” said Persephone, and she stood up, determined. “No matter what it takes, I won’t go through with this!”

She leaned against the pillar with a scowl on her face. "There's gotta be someone...somewhere for me..."

Hades chose that moment to appear at the gates.


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"Hades!" gasped Demeter, and she immediantly went to her daughter and grabbed her, locking her arms around her.

"MOM!" cried Persephone, "What are you doing?!"

Demeter shook her head urgently, staring in hatred at the one god she didn't want her daughter to go anywhere near, let alone be spotted by.

Persephone followed her gaze. Hmm……she had never seen him before. He was kind of creepy. And was that—was that fire on his head?

The minute Hades had walked through the gates, all festivities had stopped. Now, whispers of, 'who invited him?!' rippled through the crowd.

Zeus gave everyone stern looks. "A family reunion means no-one, not even Hades, is left out."

Persephone shuddered. Hades. Now she remembered--he was Zeus and Poseidon's little brother; the psychopath who kept trying to take over Mt. Olympus.

Zeus wrapped Hades in a hug. "Am I glad to see you!" he said cheerfully, "I didn't think you were coming!"

Hades pried Zeus' hands away from him. "Yeah, well...'by order of Zeus' is 'by order of Zeus'," he said semi-cheerfully.

"How are the dead guys?" said Zeus with a smile.

Hades narrowed his eyes. "Still dead. Listen, um, when is this going to be over, 'cuz, I gotta busy schedule--"

"Loosen up, Hades. Join the celebration!" said Zeus, motioning to all the gods.

"Yeah. I'd rather not. So, yeah, I'm just gonna, like go over here now..." Hades swirled over to a column and settled for glowering at the crowd. After a second or two, everyone resumed partying.

Demeter still kept Persephone wrapped tightly in her arms, not wanting anything to happen to her, and eyeing Hades furiously. He better not go near my baby girl...

Thanks, Elisa!!

[Hades]

Chapter III-- Hades Meets Persephone

Hades observed the crowd with mild (very mild) interest. Lots of gods. Lots of them who were new to him. I suppose…he reflected, that when you’re away from Mt. Olympus for as long as I’ve been, things do change, don’t they?

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“Mother….you can let go of me, now,” said Persephone. She struggled to get away from her mother, and failed.

Demeter didn’t answer straightaway.

“Hello?” said Persephone impatiently, “I said you can let me g—”

“I will not let go of you until he leaves,” said Demeter sternly, “I don’t trust him...that no-good lousy son-of-a—”

“What’s so bad about him? I mean, sure, he’s tried to take over Mt. Olympus, like, a million times, but so what? He’s not, like dangerous, or anything, right? I mean, come on…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” snapped Demeter, “Of course he’s dangerous. I’ll explain everything to you when we get home.”

Persephone sighed. “Please let me go now.”

Demeter shook her head, and Persephone sighed again. So there was one perk to marrying Apollo…she wouldn’t have to deal with her mother anymore. Sheesh.

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“People…more people…random goddess…random god…cherub…ergh…” Hades was bored. It was just how he had expected it to be—everyone fussed over everyone and totally ignored him. He would have liked to just leave then and there, but the Fates’ had actually intrigued him—he was going to meet a girl? Here? When? And what would happen when he met her? The possibilities were endless—and keeping him here.

“Oy…I’m so gullible,” he muttered to himself. Knowing the Fates (and he had known them…for a long time), they were probably playing one of their weird tricks on him. The girl would be someone he already knew—Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, Demeter—and he’d just probably get in some fight with her.

But there’s a possibility, said a voice in his head, that it’s not a trick, right? Hades shook his head rapidly, as if to shake away the voice.

“That’s stupid,” he said to the voice, “When have the Fates ever done anything for me?!”

The voice in his head relented, and he turned to leave…

…and found himself tangled in flowers. He exploded in shocked fury, and then realized that he hadn’t been attacked—he had just bumped into one of the decorations. On a more careful notice, he saw that all of Olympus had these flowery vines and displays cast around.

“Some decorating committee,” he muttered, “Jeez, I wonder how many nymphs put together this arrangement?!”

Just then Zeus’ voice rang through the area.

“If I could have your attention, please,” called Zeus loudly. Everyone stopped talking.

“First off I’d like to thank you all for coming, and I hope you all had fun…I know I did…”

Hades zoned out. His brother wasn’t exactly the most talented speech-giver and Hades was bored anyway. “Yup, so the ‘party’ is over…and whaddya ya know, the Fates did it again.”

Not true. The party isn’t over over yet. It’s just near the end, said that little voice that was starting to give him a headache. He chose to ignore it, and instead zoned back in just as Zeus was saying,

“…any comments? Compliments? Complaints? We’re open for suggestions!”

“Yeah, I have one,” said Hades, and he stepped next to Zeus with a scowl. All of Olympus rolled their eyes. “Who was in charge of decorations? I mean…flowers? Everywhere? Not everyone likes flowers, ya know.”

“I think they’re lovely,” said Zeus, “What’s wrong with them?”

“What’s wrong with them?” said Hades, “What isn’t? I hate flowers! Ugh! Nasty little pieces of garbage that nobody needs,” he growled.

Persephone’s eyes flashed. “Why you little—”

“I wonder what stupid yutz made flowers. What a moron. Whatever stupid brat made flowers must have absolutely nothing better to do with their lives…..” Hades continued, his hair starting to turn red.

“You lousy flame-headed piece of crabgrass!” hissed Persephone.

“Seriously, what genius is in charge of making flowers bloom? I’d like to give them a piece of my mind, for creating such stupid little—”

“That would be me,” said Persephone, and she broke free of her mother and stepped over to him, furious.

“Persephone!” whispered Demeter urgently.

“You—“ And then he froze. This was the girl. This was the girl he was supposed to meet—he knew it. Oh, man, oh man oh man this is not good, so not good…
“You wanted to give me a piece of your mind. So give. Or are you just going to stand there all night?” snapped Persephone, crossing her arms.

Hades didn’t move, staring at her. He wanted to give her a piece of his mind. But his mind had turned to mush. He couldn’t think…..

“Helloooo?” said Persephone impatiently.

“I……I…um….,” stammered Hades, blinking a million times to try and clear his senses. This was not good. This was NOT good. He was Hades. He was the Lord of the Dead. He was a villain. He was NOT supposed to be rendered speechless by a girl. A really, really, really, pretty girl. A girl that was drop-dead gorgeous (Ha—Underworld humor). Damn damn damn damn damn…this is not good, damn damn damn damn…

“The Fates,” he murmured. Persephone looked at him like he was insane.

“Excuse me?”

“The Fates were right…….I will meet a girl….and I will…..and I will….” The pieces clicked into place. It made sense. “And I will fall in love…” he whispered the last part, finally realizing what Clotho had been going to say.

Persephone raised an eyebrow. “If you’re talking to me, it might help if I could actually hear you…..” she said, and he blinked.

Come up with a good comeback, come on come on come on come on… But he couldn’t—he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t say a word. So, at a loss, he disappeared.

“Hmm…weird,” said Persephone, and she shrugged and turned away. “Serves him right for saying that about my flowers…”

[circusmouse41]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Poor, love-struck Hades! That is hilarious, April!

I can't wait to read even more!

[Hades]

Thanks, Cait!!! ;D ....ah, the heck with it, I'll just post another part. Whatever. XD

Chapter IV-- Hades Goes Ballistic and Persephone gets a Warning

Hades didn’t go straight to the Underworld when he left Mt. Olympus. He went straight to the Fates’.

“ATROPOS! LACHESIS! CLOTHO! COME OUT, YOU THREE WRINKLED OLD CRONES, COME OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND, OR I WILL KNOCK THE DOOR DOWN, AND I’M NOT KIDDING!!” screamed Hades, pounding on the door that led to their secret cave. They only worked in the Underworld. They lived somewhere totally different.

“Calm down, calm down,” said Clotho appearing by the door, “You’re going to deafen someone.”

“You can bet your slimy little eyeball I’m going to deafen someone,” growled Hades, as Lachesis and Atropos came up to stand beside their sister, “I will scream so loud all of you will go deaf, unless you tell me RIGHT NOW what I want to know!!”

Atropos shrugged, “Fine, fine, come inside, and we’ll tell you everything you want to know about Persephone.”

“Thank you,” sighed Hades, then blinked, “Wait—Persephone is her name? Ok…ok, got it…”

They looked at him. He sighed again, and followed them inside.

“She’s the Goddess of Spring,” said Lachesis. Hades glanced around him. There were pictures of eyes everywhere.

“Goddess of Spring……’kay.”

“She’s not like the other goddesses—very independent. Very rebellious,” added Clotho.

“She’s do anything to get away from her mother, Demeter, who is very overprotective,” said Atropos.

“Rebellious,” repeated Hades, “Her mother is overprotective. Her mother is—wait—her mother is DEMETER!?!?”

The Fates nodded.

Hades was at a loss. “How?!?”

Atropos looked at him. “Whaddya mean, how?!”

“How the heck—jeez, lucky kid……she doesn’t look anything like Demeter,” said Hades.

Lachesis crossed her arms. “Are you done?”

Hades reluctantly nodded. “Yes…” he grumbled.

He stood up, and began to pace. Clotho grabbed the eye from Atropos.

“You are in love, Hades,” she said,

He groaned. “Wonderful,” he said sarcastically, “Ya know, this is really going to screw up my villainous image….”

He immediately left the Fates’ house to get his head straight. He still couldn’t get Persephone out of his head. “This is not good,” he said to himself, “I have to try to forget her…”


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“Persephone! What were you thinking?! Are you crazy?!” cried Demeter as they left the reunion. Persephone blushed and looked down.

“Mother, I’m sorry, but he just—”

“I don’t care, Sephy, he’s dangerous! He could have seriously hurt you!”

“Mom, don’t call me SEPHY!! And… I’m more likely to hurt him! Talking about me like that!” said Persephone. To herself she added, “I’m sure HIS mother is telling him that I’m dangerous…..”

“PERSEPHONE!” Oops. She had heard. Whoopsie….

“Mom…” said Persephone as she tried to regain hearing in her left ear, “He was insulting me. My work. Do you know how hard I work each year to make everything bloom? And this guy has the nerve to insult me? When I’m right there?! I wasn’t about to sit there and let him talk about me like that!!”

“He wasn’t talking about you, Sephy….just….just your work.” Demeter said, in an attempt to calm Persephone down.

“Don’t call me Sephy…” growled Persephone, “And if someone insulted your harvest, you’d take personal offense, wouldn’t you?”

Demeter sighed, “Yes, but—”

“So you would have done the same thing.”

“Not if it was Hades insulting me!” cried Demeter, “We all hate him, but that doesn’t mean that we can go around yelling at him like that! You could have gotten…….you could have gotten burned!”

“Hades?” repeated Persephone, “That’s his name?”

Demeter's eyes widened. “Oops.”

“What’s so bad about this guy?”

“He’s rude, and mean, and nasty, and he’s always trying to overthrow Mt. Olympus, and he’s—”

“Well, why does he keep trying to overthrow Olympus?”

“He doesn’t like not being up there with all of us.”

“So…he doesn’t live on Mt. Olympus?” Well, that explained why she hadn’t seen him before.

“No, he lives in—” Demeter stopped, “Why do you care?”

“I’m just wondering, Mom. I’ve never seen this guy before. Call it Natural Curiosity.”

“Curiosity crushed the centaur,” Demeter snapped.

“Fine, be that way.” Persephone stormed off.

“I don’t want to hear another word about him!” called Demeter. “Not another word! Do you hear me? You got that, Sephy? Not another WORD!”

Came the reply: “DON’T CALL ME SEPHY!”


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“HADES!” screeched Demeter, at the entrance to the Underworld. Hades appeared a second later.

“Jeez, Demeter, you dislocated my eardrum,” he complained, but then was yanked down to her level. She had grabbed him by the collar.

“You listen, and you listen NOW,” she hissed, “You stay away from my Sephy.”

“…..Sephy?...who the heck is….oh. Persephone, you mean. Eh, well…..”

“Do you understand?” said Demeter fiercely, “Touch her, look at her, BREATHE near her……and I personally will see to it that you die.”

Hades looked at her with some amusement. “I’m immortal.”

“I know where you keep your supply of poison. The kind that turns immortals….mortal,” she said curtly, then turned on her heel and walked away.

Hades stared after her, and then bolted to his supply of poison, to make sure the room was firmly locked.


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Persephone went to her room and threw her headdress on the floor. Then she flopped down on the bed. “So I just wanted to know who that jerk was,” she muttered, “But noooo…I can’t even do that…maybe I should go to Athens. They have that democracy thing going on there…..”

“Sephy?”

Persephone sat upright. “Mother….”

Demeter pushed open the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. “I took care of Hades. Don’t worry; he’ll never insult your flowers again.”

Persephone smirked. “Oh really...he doesn’t strike me as the type who changes his mind easily……what did you do?”

“I told him…..not to bother you. Because then he’d have….um….me to deal with,” Demeter lied.

Persephone tilted her head. “Oh. Well. Thank you.”

Demeter smiled. “You’re welcome, Sephy. Come down in an hour; you need to help me in the fields.”

Persephone nodded. “Alright, Mother.” She watched as Demeter walked out the door. “Oh, mother,” she sighed once she was out of the room, “You’re a terrible liar…..”


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“Oy…” muttered Hades for the 37th time, pacing around the throne room.

Pain and Panic exchanged glances. “What’s wrong with the boss?” Pain whispered to Panic.

Panic shrugged. “Maybe he had some bad ambrosia?”

Pain frowned as his smallish brain tried to register that. “I don’t know…,” he said finally.

They watched as Hades stormed around the throne room, mumbling to himself, and smashing things with fireballs. Panic ducked as one came his way. It singed the tips of his horns.

“I don’t think that’s it,” said Pain finally.

In truth, Hades was just mad. At everyone. Mad at Cronus (his father) for swallowing him when he was born. Mad at Zeus for sticking him in the Underworld, while he got to be King of the Gods. Mad at Olympus for ignoring him all the time. But more recently, mad at the Fates for causing all this to happen. Mad at Demeter for having Persephone. Mad at Persephone for being so amazing captivating that he couldn’t form a thought without thinking about her. And mad at himself for thinking so.

“ARRRRGGGHH!” he screamed, and Pain and Panic were instantly reduced to ash.

“I gotta do something. Something, anything, to get her out of my head, or…..or get her over here…..” said Hades, still red-orange.

Pain and Panic reformed and looked at each other. “Her?” said Pain, “Did he just say…..her?!?!?”

“Her as in a girl?!” said Panic.

Hades ignored them, and slumped back in his throne.

“You met someone….like….like the Fates said you would!” cried Panic.

Again, Hades ignored them.

“Who is she?” said Pain.

Growing tired of their questioning, Hades relented. “Persephone.”

“Persephone….,” repeated Panic, “She’s a goddess, right?”

“No, she’s a satyr…..OF COURSE SHE’S A GODDESS, YOU STUPID PATHETIC YUTZ!” screamed Hades, flames dancing all over him. Pain and Panic shrank back in terror.

Hades rose from his throne. “I don’t know what to do….I have to do something…anything...but what?"

[~Elisa Maza~]

Squee! Hades is so smitten! How kawaii!

[Hades]

Chapter V--Hades Gets Advice and a Plan From a "Stranger"

“So…Hades finally found someone,” said a woman—a titaness, actually. She had been watching him for years, now. And it was about time he found someone to love. She had talked to the Fates beforehand—actually, they had come to her, asking permission to ‘set up’ Hades with Persephone. Though they controlled everything, it was wise to stay on her good side. Naturally she had agreed, and had been watching him for days now—only to notice that instead of taking direct action, he was lingering; wanting badly to deny the obvious feelings he had for Persephone. And that…was where she came in.

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“Boss…you can’t keep doing this…you’re going to go crazy,” insisted Panic as they found Hades staring at his Tartarus Vision set—or TV, for short—yet again. And yet again, he was staring at Persephone. It had been like this for days on end.

“This isn’t the best way to forget about her, is it?” said Pain.

Hades ignored both of them, and just sighed. “I am going crazy…”

“Crazy for Persephone,” whispered Pain to Panic, who snickered.

“I…I’m getting out of this pit…I’ll be right back…” He vanished, stealing one last glance at the Tartarus Vision.

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The titaness who had been watching him smiled. My cue…

Hades re-appeared on Earth—sitting on a bench to think about all of this. And all of this…was not good. “Oh gods…I have to have a long talk with Cupid…or Aphrodite for that matter….jeez…I just can’t get her out of my head…”

“You really love her, don’t you,” said a voice next to him. Hades turned around, startled. On any other day, he would have zapped the hooded woman (or was it man?—the person’s cloak covered all of their features), but today….something stopped him. It could have been the fact that he was madly in love, or the fact that he really wanted to tell someone everything. It also could have been the fact that the person sitting next to him was, with some sort of magic, preventing him from attacking her and keeping him calm instead(hint, hint).

With a sigh, Hades said, “So much it’s unhealthy.”

“Hm…have you decided to do anything about it?”

Hades looked at her (he was positive it was a her) in surprise. “What do ya mean—what can I do?”

The woman shrugged. “Anything.”

Hades sighed again. “I don’t have a chance with her…”

The woman looked at the sky. “The immortals are on your side this time, Hades,” she said softly.

Hades blinked and looked at her. That voice sounded very familiar…but he couldn’t quite place it… it was as if someone was stopping him from remembering (hint, hint again). “Yeah. And when have the ‘immortals’ ever been on my side?” The very thought made him want to laugh. It certainly was laughable.

“There’s always been at least one of them on your side,” said the woman with a slight laugh, “There are so many of them—how can they all be against you?”

“I really wouldn’t be surprised…” Hades remarked dryly.

The woman laughed again. “So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t want to do anything that would mess up my ‘villainous image,’” said Hades, “So that kinda rules out all my options, huh?”

“That depends,” said the woman, “on how you decide to win her over…..”

“Huh?”

“Hearts and flowers aren’t going to do anything,” she said, “Well…..the flowers might.”

“I am NOT giving ANYONE flowers EVER,” snapped Hades, “So you can ditch that plan.”

“You could always try something…..something a little different. Something that’ll get her to you….but still make you appear as a villain,” she said.

Hades’ eyes widened. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I’m already on thin ice with the whole ‘I hate flowers’ thing. If I do anything like that, anything that’ll make her mad….well…..the ice cracks, and I’m in the water.”

The woman shrugged. “Your decision.” She waited five seconds….four…three…two…one…

“What if,” started Hades.

Aha. Right on schedule.

“What if…I…kidnapped her?”

“Well, it’d certainly gain you points for originality.”

“If I kidnap her….her mother would never think to look in the Underworld…..it would be, y’know, evil and stuff…..and she’d be all mine…” Hades was beginning to smirk.

The woman smiled—barely visible under her hood.

“Yes! That’s what I’ll do—it’s genius! But of course…..I will ask her first…she says yes, well, that’s just swell. But if she says no….eh, tough for her,” said Hades, standing up and smirking even more. This was perfect.

“Go ahead,” said the woman, also standing up, “I’m positive the Fates are on your side this time—good luck, Hades.”

That voice made him freeze. Whatever it was that had been blocking his memory lifted and he suddenly realized who the woman was. He turned to confront her—

—and found she had disappeared. The only trace of her was her cloak.

Staring at it, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Mom…”

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Rhea the titaness, ex-wife of Cronus, and mother to six of the Olympian gods, watched her son fondly from up in her palace in Crete. Through she wasn’t as in touch with her children as much as she should have been, she was always watching over them—especially her youngest, Hades. Though a mother was supposed to love all her children equally, Hades had always been her favorite out of the six. He really was a sweetheart, even if he did have the tendency to act…evil sometimes. And, yes, he had been the only one of her children besides Poseidon not to inherit her red hair (she had no idea where the flames had come from.) But she loved him anyway.

With that said, she slid off the heavy cloth robe that had been covering her skin and other robe. Her skin, her iridescant silver skin, shimmered and reflected all sorts of colors. Her robe was equally as shimmery, was extremely long and trailed out from behind her. It was a deep, deep, navy blue/black, like the night sky, and the stars and the planets shone in it's folds. The elegant titaness brushed a stray lock of her long red hair--which shimmered the colors of all her children's shades of hair color except for Hades and Po-Po-- and shot up to her normal height of 8 feet. She was taller then Hades, yes, when he was in his normal, mortal form. She was a titaness, after all.

Rhea sighed to herself. The Fates (and her) had worked out the entire plan beforehand. She desperately wanted to help Hades in...wooing Persephone, but....no. No. He'd have to do this on his own.

It wasn’t her place to interfere.

[Warren Peace]

Jun 25, 2009 12:34:06 GMT -5 Hades said:

“Well, yes, but…” said the girl, and pushed back a few strands of blond hair. “I’m Macaria (or just Maci for short). I’m the daughter of Hades and Persephone.”

Bob was stunned into a few seconds of shocked silence. “…But…how?!”

Macaria turned orange, and her hair burst into flame. “Well, it happened pretty much in the usual way!”

*snort* AAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!!!!! Oh, gods, that made me crack up out loud!

*jumps up and down, clapping* More! More! More!!

[Macaria]

Glad I made ya laugh, Warren!Gah, the introduction killed me, it was the only part of the story I was really unhappy with. >< But whatever, if other people like it, okey dokey!

Chapter VI-- Hades Puts His Plan Into Action (~Part1~)
Hades instantly went home after his encounter with his mother (though for half the time he hadn’t realized), taking her appearance as almost a sign that he and Persephone were meant to be. Even if it was against her will.


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Pain and Panic watched Hades move around the Underworld, almost happy about something. It was the best mood he had been in since coming back from the family reunion, and while they were happy for him, they were worried.

“Looks like the boss has a plan,” whispered Panic.

Pain nodded in agreement. “I think Persephone’s in huge trouble.”

“Boss?” said Panic, “If we may be so bold to inquire….”

“What’cha gonna do about Persephone?” interrupted Pain happily. Obviously, Olympus take-over was being put on hold.

Hades turned to them with a huge smirk on his face. “Boys…” he said gleefully, “I’ve gotten a plan….a great plan, mind you…one that will not fail!” The blue flames on his head rose higher.

Pain and Panic dashed over to Hades. “What is it, Your Deviousness?”

Hades smirked even wider, and went over to his chessboard, already mapping out details in his head. “I’m gonna kidnap her,” he said, smirking even wider.

Pain and Panic exchanged glances. “How evil!” said Pain.

“I couldn’t come up with something as good as that!” agreed Panic. Strangely enough they were being sincere.

Hades rolled his eyes. “Aw, get outta here…go play with Charon, or something.”

Pain and Panic looked at each other nervously, and then slunk out the door.


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As soon as they were gone, Hades zapped his chessboard. In an instant, it was transformed into a model of the Underworld. All the little figurines were replaced with all the inhabitants of the Underworld—Pain, Panic, the Furies, Charon, the River Goddesses….himself. And next to the model of the Underworld was Persephone’s field—the area where she was at least once a day. He had been watching her for so long that he was able to create accurate figurines of every single nymph, dryad, and Oceanids Persephone worked with, along with one of her mother, and, of course, one of her.


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His figurine and Persephone’s had been made so that, when placed together, their hands would join.


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And so it went—everyday, Hades either watched Persephone, or worked on a plan to kidnap her and bring her down to the Underworld. It took a long time—months, actually. But he was positive that, for once, things would turn out his way.


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As the day neared, the Fates spun everything in their tapestry carefully. They had planned this for years now—and though it would seem like Persephone was being…well…tortured, it was for the best. Or, at least, it would be.

But because they were using Persephone so harshly, they figured they could give her a little heads-up of what was coming. As a result, on the day the kidnapping was to be, she woke up with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, like something bad was goin g to happen.

As expected, she dismissed it. Probably just a bad pomegranate…

The Fates shrugged. Now the blame couldn’t be placed on them—they had warned her...in their own subtle way...


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With her hands, Persephone tried to tame her blonde hair, which was sticking up in all directions.

“Sephy….,” sing-songed Demeter, pushing open the door with her large green body, “Come on, we need to get out into the meadows early: those flowers don’t bloom themselves, you know.”

“I know, mother,” said Persephone, with a hint of annoyance at her mom calling her Sephy again, “Let me just….well...my hair….”

“Here,” said Demeter, and a branch that was shaped like a hairbrush appeared in her hand. She gave it to Persephone.

“Thank you.” Persephone ran the brush through her hair a few times until it was sharply straight.

“I’ll be in the fields,” said Demeter and left the room.

Persephone set the brush down. “Oh…um….mom?” she said nervously. Demeter’s head appeared back in the doorway.

“Yes?”

“Mother…..I was wondering…if…maybe…you could let me go by myself to the meadows today,” said Persephone timidly. It was worth a shot….

Demeter froze. “Whaaaat?!”

Persephone looked at her hopefully, “I’m not going to be completely alone, I’ll have all the nymphs, and I know my way around—”

“Absolutely not!” cried Demeter.

“Mother! Why not?!”

“It’s too dangerous. And you’re too young to go wondering about by yourself!”

“I won’t be by myself, though,” protested Persephone, “Come on, please!”

“No.”

“But, mother—”

“No.”

Persephone scowled. “Fine. But if you wake up tomorrow and find me gone, don’t be surprised.”

Demeter laughed. “And just where will you go?”

Persephone ignored her and stormed out the door. Demeter followed her, and they got in the chariot, drawn by two giant Venus fly-traps.


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After a few minutes of flying, they alighted on the soft grass on a fresh meadow. Persephone quickly hopped over the side, and whistled while Demeter started going about her work.

A few seconds passed. And then…..

There was a loud noise, a shrill whistle in return to Persephone’s. And then things began melting from trees, bushes, flowers, etc. But not things. Nymphs, dryads, oceanids.

From a little violet by Persephone’s feet, a small figure emerged, clothed in all purple with purple hair and purple skin. She pushed her hair behind her pointed ears and smiled at Persephone.

“Hello, Ianthe,” said Persephone, kneeling down so that she was eye-level with the toddler nymph.

“ ‘Ello, Seph,” said Ianthe, tucking her purple hair behind her ears again.

Persephone looked around. “Ianthe, where’s everyone else?”

She shrugged. “I dunno, Seph. I ‘aven’t seen a lot of ‘em in a whiles.”

A few more nymphs joined the two.

“Seph,” said one with dark brown hair, and light green skin, with electric green eyes, “Admete’s not coming out.”

“What? Why?” said Persephone.

The green-eyed nymph shrugged. “She doesn’t want to.”

“Admete!” yelled Persephone, and a figure formed out of a pool of water. Bleary-eyed, she had bluish skin, and long blue-black hair.

“Seph, I can’t work today,” said Admete, “Someone dumped something into my pool of water yesterday, and I’ve been sick since then.”

“Oh, all right,” grumbled Persephone. She turned back to the nymph with green eyes as Admete melted back to water. “Menthe, anyone else?”

The green-eyed nymph whose name was apparently Menthe thought for a while. “Leuce isn’t here,” she said finally.

Persephone waved her hand absentmindedly. “I gave her the day off. Ok, we’ve got everyone covered. Go on to your posts; let me take care of this area.” She watched the nymphs scatter, then went over to the far side of the meadow, creating as much distance between her and Demeter as possible. Soon it got so the two couldn’t even see each other.


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As she moved from flower to flower, opening buds, and causing weeds to die, she felt the presence of someone behind her. When she started to smell sulphur, she knew who it was before she even turned around.

“Funny you’d show up here,” said Persephone, turning to face Hades, who was leaning up against a tree watching her with a smirk.

“And why is that?” he said calmly.

“You go on about how ‘you hate flowers’…and then show up in a meadow. Is there another side of you we haven’t seen?” she said, “Or are you just stalking me?”

“Ooh, someone’s mad,” said Hades, “Question—why are you so cranky today?”

Persephone’s eyes flashed. “I’ve heard stories about you that don’t exactly show off your good side….that is, if you have one.”

“So polite you are,” said Hades with a smirk, “I just love how you show respect for strangers…”

Persephone rolled her eyes. “You’re not a stranger.”

Hades shrugged. “But do you know me well enough to consider me as anything else?”

“Point taken,” said Persephone. She crossed her arms and faced him with a scowl. “What do you want?”

Hades shrugged again. “Just saying hi.”

She smirked. “Cute. Really.” She turned to her flowers again. “Now what do you really want?”

The smirk grew wider as he swirled over to her. “I know all about your little problem with your mom.”

She tensed. “…What….little problem?” she said cautiously.

“Don’t play dumb. She’s so overprotective. She doesn’t letcha go anywhere. She gives ya no freedom. She keeps ya under lock and key. She’s forcing you to marry Apollo. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.”

“How do you know that?” said Persephone.

“Hey. I’ve done my homework, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe,” snapped Persephone.

“Would you rather I called you Sephy?”

Persephone grimaced. “Fine. You can call me babe.”

Hades smirked at her again. “I can help you with your little problem, babe.”

She scowled at him. “I’m not stupid, I know all about your little deals. I’m not selling my soul to you.”

“I’m not asking you to sell your soul to me,” said Hades, adding silently, Although, I wish you would…

“Then what do you want?” she snapped.

He held out his hands in a gesture of peace. “Hey, I just wanna help you out. No tricks.” Yeah. No tricks yet.

Persephone laughed, surprising him. “Uh-huh. How would helping me help you?”

“Huh?”

“Why would you want to help me if you didn’t gain anything from it?”

Damn, she’s smart… “Here’s the deal, babe. Me and you both know that you need to get away from yer mom and Mr. Sunshine. Right?”

Persephone turned back to him. “Get to the point. I’m not supposed to talk to you, nor do I want to, so make it quick.”

“Ok, ok…sheesh…so. Here’s what I’m proposing—if you run away…then mommy won’t order you around, and you won’t have to marry Apollo.”

“Yeah. Then she finds me and I’m grounded for three centuries. Great plan.”

Hades preteneded to think. “I see your point….but…aha! She’d never think to look for you in…”

He paused and looked at her.

“…in the Underworld.”

[Hades]

Chapter VII-- Hades Puts His Plan into Action (~Part2~)...and Suceeds

Persephone stared at him, stepping backwards. “The Underworld?” she repeated weakly. “I—” She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. “Are you crazy? I would never go into the Underworld!” She stopped to consider that. “It wouldn’t do much good…mother could still force me to marry Apollo…or someone even worse.” She shuddered at the thought.

Hades nodded. “Hmm…you’re right, babe….” He pretended to think hard, pacing in circles around her. She glared at him the entire time.

“But what if,” he said, “you were already married?”

“What?” said Persephone, confused.

“If you were already married then you wouldn’t have to marry Apollo…and you’d be away from yer mom—”

“But I don’t want to get married!”

He smirked. “Yes you do.”

Persephone took a step backwards. “I—what?”

“Hey, I’ve been watching you for a while, babe…you want to get married….but you can’t find someone who you want to marry.”

She pointed an accusing finger at him. “You have been stalking me!”

Hades shrugged. “Guilty as charged, I suppose. Anyway…about the marriage deal…”

“I won’t marry anyone unless I love them,” she said stubbornly.

“Here’s what I’m thinking…run away and marry someone—someone that won’t make it into a ‘marriage’ situation…just, I dunno…keep it, kinda, ‘roommate-ish’—I mean, come on, as long as you’re married, your mom can’t do a thing—it won’t matter if the ‘marriage’ is being treated as a ‘marriage’ or not.”

She stared at him, her eyes narrowing even more. “Like who?”

Hades pretended to think (again). Then finally he said, “…Like me, for example.”

Persephone’s eyes widened in shock. “WHAT?!?” she shrieked a second later.

Hades winced—he was gonna need a hearing aid if she kept screaming like that. He leaned back. “I’ll take it that’s a no?”

“More like a ‘no-not-in-this-lifetime’” snapped Persephone, “Get lost. Don’t you have minions to fry?”

Ya didn’t have to be the Fates to see that coming… Hades thought, still keeping the smirk of his face. However, when she told him to get lost, he instead moved closer.

Persephone froze, and turned around. “What are you doing?” she said cautiously.

He just shrugged. “Ya know, I kinda figured you’d say no…”

Persephone stayed still. “Uh-huh…”

“I came prepared,” he said simply.

She stepped backwards, suspecting that whatever he was about to do, it would not be good. “P-prepared?”

"I knew you'd be wary accepting my offer...I decided to help you out a little." Hades raised his hand, and a long loop of smoke curled from his fingers, surrounding Persephone and swirling around her tightly, like a rope.

Persephone was now frozen in place—too petrified to scream or move or even fight back. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening…

When Hades’ arm turned to smoke and lifted her up, she fainted dead away.

And Hades smirked. “The Kidnapping Method—works everytime…”


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“AHA!” said Bob, ‘He DID kidnap her!”

“Well, duh—I didn’t say he didn’t,” said Macaria, rolling her eyes.

“Just like Hades—kidnapping the ‘girl of his dreams’ (or is it nightmares?). Sheesh. What a romantic approach…” said Meg.

Hercules clenched his fists. “Why weren’t there any heroes around? That’s—that’s so unfair! He’s gonna get away with it now!”

“Can you relax?” said Macaria, “Hey—everything will turn out fine, trust me. Well…almost fine…there are a few sad parts, but the majority…”

“Can ya get on with the story?” said Bob, “I wanna hear what happens next!”

“There better be a hero in the next part…” grumbled Hercules.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your toga in a twist…” said Macaria, giving her cousin a look, “Moving on…”


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Persephone finally came to after a long time. Or so it seemed—because the background had changed drastically. Everything was black, spiky, or singed. The Underworld.

She tried to move and found that she was still tied up. Tied up and—holy Hera—gagged. Persephone strained against her bindings. She was tied to something behind her—a pole. No, not a pole. She managed to move her head to look. A bedpost. Attached to a bed, which was the only item in a completely bare room. There weren’t even any windows.

She pulled against her bindings as hard as she could. The gag (something that was the color of smoke, but felt like cloth) was looped around her mouth, and looped around the bedpost, so she couldn’t really move her head. The ropes around her were also tied tightly to the post.

Then she became aware of someone else in the room with her; Hades, standing in the corner, watching her every move. Persephone stopped struggling and stared at him with such hatred that she could have sworn she saw him wince, if only briefly.

In a poof of smoke, he was next to her. “Comfortable?” he sneered and she cursed at him. With some difficulty, because of the cloth around her mouth. It came out as something more like, “MMM! Mmmph, mmm!! MMF!”

He chuckled. “Temper, temper now, Sephy.”

She cursed at him again.

Glad to see you’re so cheerful,” he said, then swirled over to the other side of the room.

“Ok, babe, here’s the deal. This—” He gestured around him “—is your new room. Get used to it, ‘cuz you’re gonna be here for a while.”

“Mm?”

“Get a good nights rest, Sephy, ‘cuz we have a busy day tomorrow. My wedding day,” said Hades with a smirk, “My wedding…and you’re the bride.”

Persephone’s eyes widened, and she gasped, struggling desperately. “MMPH MM MMF MMM!!!”

“Sweet dreams,” said Hades sweetly, and he closed the door, locking it behind him.

[~Giselle~]

.....

*Is torn between wanting to murder Hades, and remembering the fact that this ends well.*

Bah, it ends well....

[Persephone]

I figured I'd get a review that said something like that, Elisa. ^^

Chapter VIII-- Persephone Fights Back and Hades...Well...Doesn't Care

Persephone stared after Hades in silent horror, then pulled as hard as she could until the ropes around her snapped and she fell on the floor. She stood up quickly, and ran to the door, twisting the doorknob, trying to get out. But it was no use. Even she, with her goddess strength, couldn’t open the door without the key.

“Oh gods…” she whispered, and fell back in the floor, the horror of what had just happened sinking in.

“I’m getting married to…..to…to…..oh gods…..to Hades,” she said, “Oh my gods…..what….I have to get out of here.”

She jumped up and began feeling the walls, looking for a secret passage or trapdoor or anything that would help her escape. When she found nothing with her hands, two long vines adorned with tiny pink flowers sprung out, and began helping her search.

“I can’t believe this,” Persephone said finally, after nothing was found, “This can’t be happening. It can’t be happening.”

She started to pound on the door. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” she screamed, “LET ME OUT NOW!!!!!”

“I don’t think so, Sephy!” said Hades calmly. She could tell from his tone that he was smirking at her, even though she couldn’t see it.

“DON’T CALL ME SEPHY!” shrieked Persephone.

“I don’t think that’s up to you,” Hades said.

Persephone stepped back, a little shocked as she realized that now she had literally no rights. And if she had no say in anything in the Underworld, that meant that…..after she and Hades were…. (gulp) married….what could he do to her?

“My gods...,” she whispered and collapsed on the bed. He could do anything he wanted to her now. What would Demeter think if she found out that—“Mother!” cried Persephone. She had totally forgotten. “Mother is going to have a heart attack…..who knows what she’ll think when she can’t find me anywhere?” she said aloud.

This was not good. Demeter was going to have a nervous breakdown. Her precious baby, gone? She wouldn’t even let her go anywhere alone; for fear that something would happen to her. And now that something had actually happened….

“Mother….,” whispered Persephone, and instinctively she curled up in a ball on the all-black bed. A tear slid down her cheek. “I want to go home….”


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What she didn’t know was that a certain someone was standing right outside the door, listening to her. And that that certain someone had been very pleased with himself for successfully capturing her…..that is, until he heard her…..and now he was seriously considering letting her go. “Oy…” muttered Hades, and slunk away, before he did something crazy like releasing Persephone.


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And Pain and Panic, who had been 'standing' next to him transformed into rocks, morphed back and exchanged glances. Never, ever had they seen Hades actually regret doing something to someone…..usually he just kinda drank in their pain and suffering. But now…..

“I’m worried about the boss,” whispered Pain to Panic, “I-I’ve never seen him like this before.”

Panic shrugged, and twisted his horn nervously. “Me neither…..d’ya think….that…that maybe he actually DOES love Persephone?”

Pain considered that, then burst out laughing. “Hades? Loving someone? Like, seriously LOVING someone? Pfft. Impossible.”

Panic laughed too. “Can you imagine? You’re right—maybe he’s just torn between a few different types of eternal torment for her….”

“Yeah….,” agreed Pain, and they walked away.


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Persephone, meanwhile, ended up crying herself to sleep that night.


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The next morning, Persephone awoke to Hades standing over her bed, with a smirk on his face. She yelped, and fell out the other side.

“Glad to see you’re all calm,” said Hades, and he leaned against the bare wall.

“What do you want now?” said Persephone and she inched up against the opposite wall, as far away from him as she could.

“Have you forgotten?” said Hades, “Today’s our wedding day.” The smirk grew even wider.

Persephone gasped. “I-I…” She paused. “You can’t marry me. I’m engaged.” she said.

“Uh-huh. All of a sudden you love Apollo?”

Persephone scowled. “Forget that. You can’t make me do anything.”

“Oh, can’t I?”

“No. You can’t,” she said, and a long rose vine shot out of the ground (complete with thorns—ouch) and grabbed him by the arms. His eyes opened wide as the vine threw him to the ground. When the thorny rope lifted, little dots of ichor (god-blood) poked out in all the places where the thorns had pricked him.

He winced and then stood up, slowly turning red. “Why you little—” he growled, but one look at her amazing face calmed him down.

“Ya know what? Fine. Be that way. But……this is happening….whether you like it or not,” he said, and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the yellow chiton she had been wearing turned into to something black and much more elaborate—an Underworld styled wedding dress. She gasped.

“Ya like?” he said.

“What?! I—no—you—you can’t—n-not if I don’t—no….” sputtered Persephone, looking down at herself.

Suddenly, two little…er….things were at her side, tying her hands behind her back.

She looked down to see two imps, a skinny turquoise one, and a fat magenta one.

“Sephy….meet my minions, Pain and Panic,” said Hades semi-fondly.

“Don’t call me Sephy,” she growled as Pain and Panic waved and tightened the rope around her hands. She winced. As Pain and Panic stopped and stared at her wide-eyed, not wanting to seriously hurt her, she broke away from them and made a dash for the exit

Panic looked at Pain. “Oops.”

In a flash Hades was in front of the door, blocking Persephone. “I don’t think so,” he said, and grabbed her tied wrists. He glared at Pain and Panic, and pushed her out the door.

“Let me go,” she hissed, trying to break free.

“After that stunt you just pulled? Sorry, babe, not happening.”

Persephone scowled and tried to pull away from him.

“Relax, Sephy, it could be worse,” said Hades with a smirk.

She glared at him when he called her Sephy, then said, “Oh yeah? How?”

He smirked again, then let her go. A second later, he grabbed her ankles and tipped her upside-down. “I could be carrying you like this.”

“PUT ME DOWN!” squawked Persephone, trying to keep her dress from falling down.

“I don’t think you want me to do that.”

“YES! YES I DO!”

“Fine.”

He let her ankles go, and she dropped to the floor.

“Hey!”

Hades shrugged as his smirk returned. “You asked me to let you go…jeez, make up your mind…”

“I hate you…..” she growled

“Well. Aren’t you sweet.”

He grabbed her wrists again, and almost dragged her for the rest of the way.