The Beginning : The Blood Rings Series (Hades & Persephone Reimagined)

Chapter 2: Hades ✧ ʚ ᗢ ʚ✧

  Hades Villarreal ✧ ʚ ᗢ ʚ✧

  "Hades, I fucking told you. I don't have your drugs or your money!" The young male probably in his mid-twenties cried out to me in a panicked voice.
     He was bounded to a black wooden chair, his chest and legs were bare leaving him in his white underwear. Those underwear were soiled now, a ring of yellow around his crotch.
He squirmed in the chair, trying to break free of the knots I tied, it was a pathetic and useless attempt. I was experienced, he would slice his wrist and bled out before he would manage to get free.
     I shook my head, a tsk leaving my mouth. That was not the answer I was looking for, because I had already knew what I wanted to hear. Right now, the male was lying through his fucking teeth. I let out a deep sigh from my lips, as I rubbed my temple annoyance written all over my features.
     The boy, whose name I believe was either Ethan or Evan. His name would not matter after tonight. As the only thing it would be afterwards was a marker on his tombstone.

    Evan had made an attempt to screw me and my men over. He replaced our cocaine with baby laxatives, snorting almost half of the actual product. You could tell he was addicted to the booger sugar, his nostril were cracked and crusted with dried blood. They were raw from Evan's constant need to wipe his nose due the drip that came with snorting coke.
     Not only did he replaced my drugs, he messed up a deal that was volatile to my business. When those men discovered that the coke they received was fake; they unloaded rounds killing three of my men. I had to bury them this morning, the grief still heavy on my heart, but that grief would turn into anger and aggression as I heard Evan's pleading voice again.
     "Please, Hades man. You know me. I know never to cross you, ever! Ever!" He cried out.
     "Shut the fuck up." I told him back, my voice came out in a low and dark growl. I hated ignorance just as much as I hated being betrayed.
His scared eyes that were now wet from tears. They were also puffed and red from him crying that he could barely open them anymore. His coke nose was beat red, snot ran down his nose and into his mouth. It was sickening, but it is exactly what he deserves.
I scan my gloved hand over the array of weapons displayed in front of me. Pillars, Needles, Knifes, Rope, car battery clamps. On the floor next to it was a bottle of gasoline with a rag thrown over the top incase water boarding someone was necessary.

     I chose the pillars, as I stalked over to him. He tried to scoot back in his chair but it was already pressed against the wall, there was no more distance to be created between him and I.

Before he can get another word out, I wrenched his mouth open, he let out a terrified scream as I lifted the pillars.
"Now, you have a nice set of teeth, Evan. But All you are using your mouth for is lies, so you don't need to talk." I told him. He shook his head frantically.
I slapped him across the face, watching as his head whipped to the side from the impact.
A red and bruised handprint appeared on his cheek.

     "My n-name is Eric." He told me, like I cared. Evan was close enough both had four letters much like he word describing what he would be soon: dead.
     "I never asked for your name, Eric." I told him simply, to which he would nod his head in apologetic manner. "Your name doesn't matter, but I'll make sure I correct your tombstone out of respect for your family. I also will not tell them how you were a coked out drug head, stealing money and products from his boss." I added, and Eric swallowed. Realization slowly started to flutter into his eyes—I was serious. Tonight was the night he would take his last breathe.
His underwear would become wet again as he urinated himself once again.
"God, you fucking pussy." I told him, a taunting and mocking chuckle leaving my lips.