The deal with the god (Hades x OC)

Chapter 20

Opal's POV
I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, as usual. I wanted to blame being on my period, but who am I kidding. It's not like I did anything useful locked up in here.
I didn't see Hades during the rest of the day. I didn't know how to feel about that. Good, for not having to see him and being able to arrange my thoughts? Or bad? Because he tried to kiss me and then just disappeared.
Oh, but my thoughts were arranged. And I decided that I was going to feel bad about it, to change things up. How could he? How dare he? Not making me feel like shit after I had just bled all over his bed, only to disappear for the rest of the day? But I wasn't going to sit around moping the whole day.
I look at the clock and see that it is time for dinner. I put on the best outfit I could manage, grab one knife from my poor attempt at escaping and hide it in my dress, and head out for the dining room.
When I sit down, a servant tells me that Hades was busy and I would have dinner alone. I say nothing, at least to her, it wasn't her fault.
"Son of a bitch! Tries to kiss me and then disappears saying that he's too fucking busy. Too fucking busy my ass! Someone has to teach him how to calm the fuck down, otherwise I'll break his fucking head and that motherfucker won't even know what the fuck hit him." I swear, as I ate dinner on my own and then headed out to search for him.
I go to his room and he isn't there. I take it as a chance to snoop around, see if there is anything worthy. But I found nothing. The room was so clean and tidy, the total opposite of mine. I head towards his office, empty as well. And since those were the only places where I knew he spent most of his time, I knew I needed to find another strategy.
It was at times like those where I wish I had made at least one friend, besides Steve who stayed in the same place every day. But I was too focused on making Hades my enemy. Now, I asked the servants nicely if they could tell me where he actually was. They mumbled something about how busy he was and how nobody could interrupt him.
Fine, I tried nicely. It clearly wasn't going to work. Violence is never the answer. But it sure seems to get me to it.
When I saw another servant passing by, this time it was a man. He was short, a lot shorter than me. His hair was white, but he did not seem old. His eyes were glued to the floor, he was trying to make sure that I wouldn't see him. Oh, but I did see him.
I grab him by the collar of his shirt with one hand, and with the other grab my knife. He seems completely calm, though. I could change that. I lightly press the knife against his throat.
"Tell me where he is. If you don't, I won't hesitate to kill you." I was done with not lying. It was an easier promise to make when you were a little child. But as the years went by I noticed that it got harder and harder to fulfill. But still, every time I lied I told myself that it was only going to happen once, that I wouldn't let it happen again. But that was another lie. I was full of lies. So yes, to answer your question, I wasn't telling the truth when I told the servant that I wouldn't mind killing him.
"I am already dead, a knife to my throat cannot make me worse than this." So they were all dead? Of course, only Hades would have dead servants.
"What do you want then? Money? I can give you that."
"And what would I do with it?"
"Whatever you pleased."
"There is no pleasure for the ones who have died."
He was useless. Maybe that was why Hades preferred them to be dead. The dead have nothing to lose.
I toss him away. He simply goes back to his feet and walks away as if nothing had happened.
I found another servant. This time it was a woman. She had red hair tied in braids, and wore glasses. I approach her the same way as I did with the other servant. I grab her by the collar of the shirt. I was being consumed by the rage, not entirely aware of what I was doing.
And by the look on the servant's face, it was not pretty.
I press her against the wall, she weighted practically nothing so I managed to do that easily. "I know that everyone here knows exactly where he is. So, you are going to send him a message. And do not try to alter my words. Understood?" She nods, afraid. "Tell Hades to get his godly ass to my room. Tell him that I do not care if his feelings are hurt, or if his little ego was struck. Tell him that if he does not come to talk with me until tomorrow, I will find someone else. I will use my plan, the one he knows about, and I will leave. I'll take Steve with me, who probably won't run away when I kiss him. And I will fuck him so hard that Hades won't even know what to do with how jealous he feels."
She looks at me. Both shocked and scared.
"Now, have you got it all or should I repeat it? I have all night."
She tells me no with her head.
"Good. Now go. And don't forget. If you don't tell him all of this, I will find you, and even though I cannot kill you, I will hurt you."
Satisfied with my threat, I go to my room and wait for him to come.
They say that one of the stages of grief is anger. I had saved it all up, not wanting to take it out on him after the support he gave me. But if this was this way of showing me support. I would find a very nice way to show him how thankful I was for it.
I go back to my room and throw myself to the bed. I was cramping, and it hurt so much that even threatening someone, which was something that I was used to, required more energy than usual. I heat the heating pad and fall asleep, not even bothering to change out of the dress.

I didn't know how long it had been since I fell asleep, I was woken by Hades entering the room.
"Hi." He greets, sitting down on the bed.
"Took you long enough." I mumble, still half awake.
"I came as fast as I could. I was busy."
"Am I supposed to pretend that I believe you?"
"Yes, actually. It would make things a lot easier for me." He smiles, and I want to stop the games and just kiss him. I wanted to stop fighting, to stop making up excuses on why we couldn't be together. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be the reason he was smiling.
I wanted him.
"Tell me what you were doing today." I insist.
"I was busy."
"Really? Then look me in the eyes while you tell me exactly who you were with and what you were doing."
When his eyes find mine, I feel my cheeks heating up and my heart beating faster. But I do not look away.
"Olympus is chaotic, love." He says, and when he calls me love, this time I begin to feel things that I had never felt before. "I spent the whole day there in a meeting with the Olympians."
"Why is it chaotic?" My voice does not come out of my mouth the way I expected it to. "What's happening?"
"It's Hera, she says that she's finally going to leave Zeus."
"Is that so?" I ask, realizing that he could try to lie as much as he wanted. But I wasn't foolish enough to believe him. "And what has that got to do with you? Why do all the Olympians need to meet because of Zeus's marriage drama? How does that affect you?"
"I-It's because... Hera is the queen of Olympus and she's crucial to maintain Olympus."
"Exactly. We both know that Hera isn't stupid. She knows exactly what would happen if she left Zeus. She won't do it because of that, and because she's the goddess of marriage as well."
"People change."
"Glad she doesn't." I say "Now, will you tell me where you were?"
"Fine. I was lying. But I don't plan on telling you the truth." He confesses
"Get out, then. Come back when you're ready to tell me what happened ." I say, and he leaves with a sigh.