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

Chapter 10: Hades ✧ ʚ ᗢ ʚ✧

Hades Villarreal ✧ ʚ ᗢ ʚ✧

     The night after taking Persephone's virginity, I slept soundly. Though, when I first closed my eyes, I had not fallen asleep. I could feel her rustling around in my arms, and I was tempted to peek an eye open to let her know that I was still awake. But then, her body slowly settled and then I dozed off only moments after.

    Tonight I dream for the first time in months. I dream of our wedding:

She walked down the isle like a scene from a movie. She had a beautiful laced white grown, a long veil covering her face. Her head was down staring at the blood red roses in her hand. She walked down the isle as if in slow motion. She made her way to me where I extended my hand, letting her hand slip into mind. Her fingers were long, coffin shaped with red French tips on the end.

I did not pull off her veil, instead I stared into those mesmerizing eyes, as they blinked at me. But the life in them was gone, drained of color as my smile that had formed turned into a frown as I started to back away from her, but she gripped my hand, "I do." She said, waiting for me to say it back, I hesitated. "I-I do." When they announced for me to now kiss my bride; I lifted her veil, those eyes were filled with rage, as she yanked me down to her. "Till death to us part." She whispered.

     I saw the dagger tucked into her dress, only catching a glimpse of the blade before it plunged into my stomach. Not just once, but over and over again. I tumbled over, falling to the ground.
"Goodbye, Hades." She whispered into my ear.

My eyes shot open as my breathing was heavy, I have to run a hand over my chest to make sure I had not actually been injured. When I ran my hand down my chest all I felt was soft small arms locked around me. I peered down at her, the sun was just beginning to rise. She looked peacefully, content. Lips parts as soft huffs fell from her lips, her nose would crinkle when I started to move her arms.

I slowly slid and stood from the bed, a half-asleep groggy whine left her soft plump lips. I wanted to crawl right back into that bed, and hold her until she finally decide to flutter those long beautiful eyelashes open, but instead I grabbed the letter from the nightstand as I walked out the room.

Over the next two days, We did not have sex again, we would have dinner now, she was eating. I even let her go into the living room every once in a while. She would wrap herself around my arm while I drunk a beer and Hecate and her chatted. I have been sending her to her room every night, but every night I could not help myself from sneaking into her bed once she had fallen asleep, she must have started to notice because each morning her body was more on-top of mine as if she was trying to trap me under her to make me stay. But I would always gently lift her small frame off of me and leave to return that night.

Hecate had managed to slip the letter Persephone wrote for her father into their mailbox, by taking out the mail man and taking his place. We were now sitting on the couch, and Hecate was flipping through the channels, whenever Persephone's parents' face appear on the tv screen; we all froze.
Hecate went to change the channel, but Persephone's hand shot out so fast as she yanked the remote from her. "No!" She said as she held it to her chest, her eyes glued to the screen.
    Her breathing was heavy. The tears pooled in her eyes, her lip wobbling as she fought the urge to cry.

     I was going to take the remote from her too, but I stopped myself. It was clear that she needed this moment and I did not have it in myself to take it from her. Her tear finally slipped as her father's voice filled the tv's speakers,
"We are still on the lookout and hunt for our beautiful and sweet pom pom." The childhood nickname coming from her father's mouth only caused more tears to trickle down her cheek as she let out another deep breath, trying to stay strong.
"We have received a letter from Persephone. My wife and I truly believe that this letter has no truth to it." Smart man. I thought to myself, though I did not vocalize it.
"We know our daughter better than anyone, she would not run off with a man in the middle of the night because she was upset. We have checked her call logs and other cameras and we both have never captured or seen anything to suggest our Pom Pom and sweet Rose had any secret love affair." His voice was grunt,
"I know my daughter and this isn't her. She is being forced to love and marry a man against her will." I had to suppress laugh from the irony. According her father, forced marriage was only acceptable if he had picked out her suitor.
I gritted my teeth from his words, her father did not know shit, does not know how she moans my name while she cum so hard she sees stars, that same shaking body that would curl up into me when I would sneak my way into her bed in the middle of the night.
Her mother seemed to notice the aggressive tone of Zeus as she pushed him over slightly so she could talk into the microphone instead.
"But all we want is for the return of my sweet Rose. So we will pay, but we demand that we see her first, to talk to her, to know that is really her decision, but until then we will not pay." She spoke. With that, Hecate got up from the couch as she yanked the cord from the wall.