The deal with the god (Hades x OC)

Chapter 8

Opal's POV
13:00
It was the day of the solstice.
Someone came to wake me up. It wasn't the usual servant. Instead, a lower voice, obviously not belonging to the shrill voiced servant who insisted on waking me up everyday making the same speech about how all I did was sleep. As if I wasn't aware of that fact.
Startled from not being able to recognize the voice, nor the hand that patted my shoulder, my first instinct was to fight. So, naturally, I slapped him in the face. Him, now that I was awakened from the adrenaline, was Hades, who strongly insisted on being there earlier «because I would end up procrastinating the whole day and wouldn't be ready on time» he was right, of course. Clearly not affected by the slap he simply told me to get ready, we were going to have lunch. By his principles, it was already too late for breakfast.
I was a bit worried about the party. I was never particularly fond of any party. I had actually never been to one, if you ignored weddings and baptisms. And I had to get ready by myself, usually my sister helped me.
And I didn't have a dress, I gave myself the liberty of assuming that it was going to be a fancy party since it was going to happen in the Olympus. All my concerns were washed away when he showed me the dress he chose. It was black. It was a formal dress, long and flattering. He couldn't have picked out a better one. I didn't react to it in front of him. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
I told him that I wanted him gone. He told me that he understood, and honestly I didn't care if he didn't. I just wanted him to leave. We agreed to meet up at 4 again.

Hades's POV
16:00
I knocked on the door that led to Opal's room. There was no response. I was not surprised when I found her asleep.
Again.
After probably sleeping for 10 hours the night before.
I woke her up gently, I really wasn't looking forward to getting slapped again. Thankfully this time I didn't. It went more or less like this:
"Opal. Wake up, you need to get ready. We only have two hours left."
"Two hours?"
"Yes. We agreed to meet at four o'clock, remember?"
"I don't need two hours. I can get ready in 30 minutes. Leave me alone."
"Love?"
"What?"
"Have you showered yet?"
"45 minutes then."
"Seriously, love, you have to wake up."
She turned to the other side of the bed. "No, I don't. Go to your stupid party alone. That's what you deserve."
"You know that that isn't an option."
She didn't answer. I had had enough. I picked her up bridal style and she started kicking the air aggressively, while shouting for me to put her down. I did, trying to contain my laughter. She looked like a chihuahua trying to fight a pit bull.
"C'mon, love, shower and put the dress on."
"Who's going to do my makeup?" She asked.
"Can't you do it?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Do I need to spell it out for you? I said that I can't do it?" She snapped
"Fine. Don't worry about it. Just go shower and I'll take care of it."
"Fine." She slammed the door to the bathroom.

16:48
When she left the bathroom I was speechless. Her beauty was so effortless, so natural and perfect. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The dress I picked out for her fitted her so well. The color looked spectacular on her. When she looked at me and found that I was already staring she looked away.
I signaled for her to sit in front of the vanity, which she did.
"Who's going to do my makeup?" She asked.
"I am."
"What?"
"I am."
"Since when do you know how to do that?"
"I don't really know."
I was lying. I learned because of Persephone. I used to do her makeup and pick out dresses for her. I used to do her hair. I used to kiss her right before putting her lipstick on. She used to be my queen. Until the year she left to go to Olympus and never came back.
In a way, I completely understood why she did it, I was an idiot. I shouldn't have done what I did to her. But I thought that she was happy. She told me that she loved me.
That she always would.
But If she loved me so much why would she leave me like that? I now know that deep down I was aware of why. But at that time I would never admit it to myself.
I did Opal's makeup naturally, it was the way that Persephone liked. I braided her hair in a very complicated way which required an enormous amount of hairpins and a lot of skill, which I didn't have. In the end, it turned out pretty good, it was clear that even Opal thought that. I gave her a gold bracelet, a few simple rings and big earrings that matched the color of her dress. And noticed that she was still wearing the necklace that I gave her. She tried to hide her smile when she saw her reflection in the mirror.
"One small thing." I said. "I'm sure that you won't like this very much."
"Just say it. It's not like I actually like what you have to say most of the time."
"We'll have to pretend that we're a couple during the party."
"What the fuck? I am not going to pretend that I'm in love with you." I wouldn't have to pretend.
"You have to. It would be embarrassing if I was the only god who showed up to the party alone, for the sixth time already." That wasn't the only reason, I also wanted to, even if it was fake, live for a while as if we were truly a couple.
"If you did it six times I'm sure that you can do it again. Suck it up, Hades. I am not going to be your pretend date to prevent your little ego from getting hurt." She always had a way to offend me in every conversation we had. Which managed to make me fall even more in love with her at the same time.
"Just do it." I insisted.
"And what would I gain from it?"
"Being the god of the underworld's date has its benefits. I bet you'll get unlimited food and drinks if I ask nicely."
She finally gave in, and I put a hand on her shoulder as I teleported us to Olympus.