MARRIED TO DEATH(cure to a broken soul#1)

CHAPTER THREE

       I let out a long yawn, stretching my arms above my head. I didn't know the time, or if the day had passed. It felt like hours since I've seen any familiar faces, as I was getting bored of waiting for Alexander to come back. Getting up from my seat, my stomach was completely full. It felt like I had eaten a giant horse. I get up from the chair and head towards the doors. It was a bit of a struggle as the dress was quite heavy. Due to the crystals and layer on the dress I wasn't very used to wearing something like this.
     The doors were slightly heavy as I opened them, this time I didn't embarrass myself like I did earlier. Looking down the hallway there wasn't a soul in sight, luckily I didn't have to be stared down upon. I wished that there was another person like me, instead I was the only mortal here.
    My fingers rubbed against the black walls as I walked. There was hardly any light, only a few Torch lights, but not enough for me to see. I missed home, I missed my family, my mother, father, my friends. I missed the way the sun felt warm against my skin. The baby blue sky and the white frosty clouds. The chill breeze against my skin causing Goosebumps to rise, I even miss the smell of gas and cigarette smoke lingering in the air.
It was nothing like it here, it was Hell.
A place where I forever be trapped in. A place where I will be miserable for the rest of my life. Even after my death I will be here.
  I paused. Quickly going to the little space where a marble statue of Hades stood I hide. There was a shadow of a person. The sound of grunts, and metal clinking together I couldn't help but get closer. Curiosity is getting the better of me. No matter how many horror movies I have seen, I am that person who will go towards the scene.
      "Felix?" I asked, looking at the shirtless man.
      He stopped dead in his tracks, lowering the sword and turned around. Sweat dripped his russet skin. He had scars littered across his toned chest, it looked like he had been whipped by metal chains. His curly dirty blonde hair was on his forehead. His chest was heaving, lifting his hand and dragging it over his forehead.
     "You shouldn't be here." He said in a monotone voice.
       "I was waiting for Ace. He has yet to return and I was quite lonely eating by myself ." I explained myself, though it shouldn't have mattered to him.
       I slowly walked closer, not wanting to spook him off.  He didn't budge, but his muscles tensed, his body flexing out of nervousness as I touched his arm. It was warm, sticky and glistening with sweat. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and I could feel his heartbeat pulsing erratically. I bite the inside of my cheek, my fingers slowly moving inch by inch across his skin. I should feel guilty, I was married and I was touching another man. But for some reason this felt right, and I don't even know him.
   "C'mon peach don't do this." I gasped when he called me that.

     "Why did you do that peach?" I only stayed silent as I stared at his wounds.
     "You would've done the same thing." It was a weak response, but it was true. 
     "Your father is a God, nobody will ever lay a finger on you." He was right, but wrong at the same time.
       "Your mother is also a Goddess, and they still treat you just like the rest of them." I argued back.
        His rough, soft hands touched my face. I leaned into it as I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of his hands on my skin.
       She's the Goddess of Death, she does not get the same treatment as you." It was wrong, everything about this wasn't fair. This life wasn't fair.
       My body was beginning to feel heavy. The bright glow from my hands are slowly flickering as his wounds were beginning to heal. My hands hovering over his back, his muscles tensed as I flinched at the whimpers escaping his lips. He had a tight grip on the rock in front of him, his teeth clenched as he tried not to scream. For a second it hurts, then as the wounds begin to heal it doesn't.
     "You know I hate it when you use your powers on me." He said in a gruff voice, I ignored him as his wounds were beginning to turn to scars.
    His once soft skin was bumpy with the lines on his back, but I couldn't care less. I loved him, and he was brave for what he had been through. Being in front of the crowd as he was whipped with a metal chain with thorns. We had just gotten back from a hunt and I came back to seeing the love of my life being punished.
       "It is not painful when I use them. I hate it when you're in pain." I run my fingertips over the wounds that were once there but they're now scars.
      He turns around, and I smiled softly at him. He leaned his body weight on the rock as his grip was firm on my hips. His fingers are playing with the tie of my dress. A smirk  against his plumped lips.
     "How are you aroused after what you've been through?" He shrugs, leaning down and placing his hand on my collar bone near my breast.  His giant hands were warm yet gentle at the same time.
  His nose rubbed gently against mine as I stared into his eyes. They reminded me of the trees in the early morning when the sun begins to peak. I couldn't help but fall for them. Wishing I had his hazel instead of my blue ones. His lips were soft against mine, it was a soft yet feverish kiss that left you breathless. A kiss where you didn't want to let go, but knew you did because you has to breathe.

   I let out a gasp, another wave of dizziness comes in as I had to lean on Felix for balance.
  "What is it?" He asked, quickly wrapping his srm around me to help me from falling to my knees.
    "I-we-" I couldn't form any words, today had been the strangest day.
     "I have to go!" I tried my best to run out of the room and down the hall.
    "Alexander!" I shouted, calling out to him.
    "Alexander!" I called out again.
   
     He appears, right in front of me. I fell on my butt as I wasn't expecting him to poof in front of me.
      He held his hand out, and I took it getting up. "We need to talk." I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.
      He must know what I was talking about as his face paled. I don't know what's happening to me, yesterday I was fine. Today, my first night in the Underworld everything was turning upside down and I need to know what's wrong with me.
      "I promised your parents I wouldn't tell you. But you want answers, you deserve to know the truth." The truth? What is the truth?
      "What are you talking about? you're scaring me." Ace sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered something incoherent underneath his breath.
       "Everything I'm about to tell you, everything that you've ever been told all your life was a lie. Your father isn't your true father, Hades had set a curse. For the last two thousand years your mother had begged Hades for a curse. She didn't like how you had fallen in love with the sons of the Underworld. Your father is Zeus, the God of Thunder, and your mother was a mortal. You're the half twin sister of Heracles and you aren't just an ordinary human Callista. You're a demi-God, Callista." I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. My head felt dizzy, I felt like I was going to throw up, or something worse.
      "No, you're lying! I- I can't be!" I denied, I continued to deny until I felt my vision blurring.
       "I can't be-" I felt my body fall, my eyes falling back to my head as I felt strong arms catch me.
      
   I can't be true. I don't know what to believe in anymore.