Mated Flower

Chapter 1

Authors Note:

This took longer than expected as I was not entirely happy with it nor am I sure about how Hades POV turned out. I may come back and fix it. Please comment if you want just so I know what everyone likes and dislikes. The last thing, I am not going to go too much in detail about what the characters look like. I may mention it a couple of times but feel free to imagine them however you like. Enjoy.

Hades POV:

Again I get to go. Wonderful, isn't it? 

Almost 600 years of the same damn thing I go I show up I put on a suit I do the damned interview

I am asked the same damn questions

 they ask me "how do you feel about being back again?"

 I tell them that "it's a joy because I know I'm just looking for my mate."

 they say "well maybe this year this year you can finally not show up again."

 My little brothers call me and wish me luck and tell me that they hope I find the person who makes me happy

 I sit there twiddling my thumbs

 I worry about the underworld. I wonder who's walking Cerebus and get sent to the room with the other Alphas. They all look at me scared because they know I'm the shadow man. SO scary I know.

We are let go. I walk in and I go and I find a nice little cave and I make myself comfortable for the week. Then I go continue with my life every year. I think I should not be putting up with this crap. How many times can you come back? Because this is ridiculous. I'm one of the oldest people in existence and yet here I am being dragged out because of the stupid rule I agreed to have at 19?

My phone starts ringing "hello my baby brother."

"Don't call me that I am King of the Gods you will respect me. Anyways I called to wish you luck. Hera and I both hope you find the person you're looking for and to remind you that even if you don't find them you still have me and Poseidon and my kids love you so you have a family you're not alone."

 I grind my teeth and somehow muster a "thank you I have to go now goodbye"

 I hang up the phone. He thinks I'm that desperate for him to call me. He only calls me when he needs something. Wonderful. 

Checking my watch, I note I have about an hour to get downstairs to do the damn interview as the women go first.

I sort through my luggage and pull out a suit. Slipping on the jacket, I think back to one of the first games I attended remembering not having to pick out my clothes. 

Around the 60th game I came to they stopped dressing me because they thought I got the gist of it.

I bet they never thought I would still be attending.

Persephone POV:

What do you bring when you go to find the perfect match? And hopefully, never return to a toxic mother.

 I'll take a book and my necklace and maybe a blanket and one of the crowns my mother made for one of the festivals we had. I take a couple of changes of clothes and call it a day. I stuff it all into a bright pink duffle bag.

 I'll also be taking a knife with a red handle and little swirls of black, take a hairbrush, shampoo, conditioner, my headphones, my computer, charger, iPhone, and toothbrush. That's all I need.

My goal is to leave before my mother has to be up that way I don't have to deal with the whole "do you want to go? You don't need to. You have me. Don't you just want to live here forever? I'll hide you away they'll never know."