I woke up drenched in sweat, ever since my arrival here I've been having awful dreams.
Normally they had to do with death, a woman's dead, a girl around my age named Lilian. I haven't the slightest clue who she is, but it hurts at a deeper level to see her die or be in pain.
I sat up stretching my arms out, I looked around the room and saw Hades sitting in the corner, watching me. I stared back at him with the same greedy expression, the tension in the room slowly built up, engulfing both of us.
He suddenly bit his lip and walked towards me, grabbing the strap on my night gown and lifting it up back on my shoulder. I shivered at his touch, it was cold and I felt it linger on my skin a bit more.
"We need to talk." His voice was raspy and deep as usual, yet this time it sounded more sensual. And in the moment I wanted nothing more than for him to touch me, to kiss me.
I nodded, "talk- yes please, let's talk." I looked at him straight in his eyes, hoping for him to revive my message and kiss me.
Last time we 'talked' there was no 'talking' done.
"Im taking you to the Olympian Mountain. My brothers, nieces and nephews will revive you there. I can't have you in the underworld anymore- not with the condition you're in." His soft voice was stern again, making my stomach turn. I didn't want to go, I wanted him here and I wanted to be here. I shook my head, debating whether or not to go; my conflict was clearly visible as Harry sat, watching me carefully. Strange feelings rose within me, I didn't have the slightest clue what I felt, what I felt towards Harry.
"Say something." He demanded.
I felt like choking on air, and I shook my head violently, almost having a panic attack.
Something inside me craved him, to stay.
Yet the other part of me, wanted out of this realm, this death empire, to get out of Hell's Empire.
"I don't want- I want heaven, I want you- this, I can't!" He sighed walking towards me, looking at me, my broken figure.
"I don't have a choice." He sighed, watching my every move. I felt fragile at the moment, don't I have a choice?
"I've broken you enough Fawn." I couldn't believe his words, I felt fine; nothing felt out of place, I felt nothing. I looked up at Harry and shook my head, disagreeing.
"Im not broken, I feel nothing." I shrugged, looking at the man in front of me.
"Exactly Fawn. You feel nothing." He walked away from me.
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Hell's Empire
FanfictionHe's the god of hell and desires, you've died and are in his domain. Harry Styles ~ This is for mature readers only.
