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"Aidon!" The calm angelic voice called loudly across the park as Aidon, his cousin and his good friend Leo(the satyr under the mist) walked in through the gates. Her golden light brown hair hung in waves around her face as she smiled at him widely, baring all of her white shiny teeth, the sunlight cascading off her curls as she giggled, a slight blush forming across her cheeks. He approached her as her two friends sat on the swings, one chewing gum and the other holding a lollipop in one cheek as she stood holding on to the pole of the swings. "Hey!"

"Hi!" He smiled back at her, nearly making her friends swoon as Idon rolled his eyes.

"Oh! You wanna go on the round-a-bout? You know, the spinny thing?" She suddenly asked, turning excited.

"I... I don't know I'm not such a motion fa-" he tried to protest but she grabbed his arm and began to pull him with her.

"Come on!" Her excitement made his breath hitch. She was dressed in a white sweater and light blue jeans. The autumn leaves fell around them as she stepped onto the ride. "You can spin me." She grinned widely. After a few rounds of spinning, she got off and was still pretty hyper, unfazed from all the spinning she had done. He followed her towards the swings which were now empty since her friends were on the bench now. The sun was starting to set as they bought ice cream and sat down on the swings. "So what did your dad say?" She suddenly asked, still enjoying her ice cream. He did not want to upset her lovely mood so he just stared at her pretty face. The same face that could lovingly gaze at a little crying kid and make the kid smile. The face that was a happy pill.

The face that would have a smile when Death came for it's owner.

He froze.

"Yes." He lied. "My father said it's ok now." He looked away, unable to maintain eye contact with her.

"Really?!" She stood up, happiness filling her face. "Did he really?!" She walked over to him, put her arms over his shoulders and leaned over to give him their first kiss.

And last.

He remembered what his father had said.

"If you kiss this girl..."

The words rang in his ears.

"I love you, Kylie Anderson. Don't you forget." He whispered as they parted and she looked at him closely.

"I love you too, Aidon." She muttered softly, the life draining from her, the smile lingering on her face. Her bright grey eyes turned dull. She turned limp in his arms. He held onto her.

He had killed her.

He had given his first kiss; of Death.

His father had warned him. His cousin had. So had his uncles. And most of all; his mother.

"I'm sorry..." It came out more as a breath that the winds heard. When their love died, most people would cry, or scream. But they say that if the pain was too hard to bear, that they did neither. They turn numb. Their emotions disappear. They change.

They die.

At that moment, he thought he had. Ironic, as he was the son of Death. An immortal who could never die. This was the only reason he had been warned off from loving mortals. As the son of death, he had the ability to give them the kiss. The kiss that he should have never had the chance to give.

Kylie's friends were sprawled on the ground, both unconscious. Their minds wiped from memories of Aidon, Idon and Leo. They would wake to find their friend dead. Aidon carefully placed Kylie on the ground. If only he had warned her. He had always blocked her. This was the one moment when he forgot. When he got lost in the moment. He had planned on living with her. She made him happy. Sure, they could never kiss unless the fates decided to tie them together. Even then, they had said that the kiss would be like the piercing of a thousand needles to her. He couldn't risk hurting her.

He found himself at the doors of his home, his father's palace, fuming. He barged into the throne room, eyes full of hatred and hurt.

"Why?" He questioned. His father looked up from his throne at his son nonchalantly and raised an eyebrow at the boy in confusion. "Why did she do it?"

"Mortals my boy. I warned you of this." His father said to him carelessly.

"She was no normal mortal." He raged. His father stared at him calmly for a moment.

"All mortals are the same. The name says it all."

"Why can't I be a mortal then?! Why in Asphodel's barrenness was I ever even born as your son!" Aidon's words pierced his mother's heart and his father looked at him, hurt. "Why did you convince the Moirai to prevent her string from being tied to mine?"

"I did not convince them."

"You are lying."

"Silence!" His father stood up, clearly angry now. "I did not raise you to speak against me. Your mother and I have never taught you to speak back to us."

"Oh fuck off."

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"Aidon! Please don't do this. For my sake please!" Persephone grabbed onto her son's jacket desperately at the gates of the Underworld.

"Tsch. Who am I to go against that asshole." He spat at her, referring to his father.

"Aïdoneús please! I beg you. He will calm down. He doesn't mean it. I promi-"

"If you want to see me, you can come see me in the mortal world." Aidon held out his hand where a white daisy slowly grew out on his palm. He handed it to his mother before he walked out.

Persephone stared at her son's retreating figure before her tears began to spill. She was never one to get angry but when she did, it was a serious cause. She stormed into the palace and stood in front of her husband and the father of her child, Hades.

"What have you done." It was more a statement than a question.

"He will come bac-" Hades began.

"No he will not." Persephone's shrill voice hurt his ears. "He will never come back on his own you have severed that tie."

"Then be it. He doesn't love us. He loved that... That mortal." Hades spat the word in disgust. "This is all Aphrodite's fault... And the fates expect my son to marry her daughter?!" Hades stood up. "Never."

"You cannot go against the Moirai."

"I can alter it. Aphrodite has torn my son. He will never look at me again."

"The hatred will break him." Persephone began. "The tie you have broken will hurt him when he takes life."

"So?"

"So stop taking lives."

"I will do as I like. If Aphrodite can tamper with the mortals... And my son... So can I."

"What do you have against our boy?!" Persephone's tears fell to the floor, burning the carpets.

"He was weak. He has gone against us." Hades sighed.

"You are such a bipolar curvy patch." She looked away.

"What else was he against me on? My way of taking life? Of course it is different from Thanatos, I am a sadist I like torturing to Death. What better way to come to me than in pain?" Hades smirked. "I know what he will do now. As long as he doesn't come begging for forgiveness... I'm going my own way."

"Hades!"

"He will come... He will come back."