Hades & Persephone || Chapter 2
So, I am alone with my thoughts.
In this gigantic palace.
With no company what-so-ever, but a demon and conjoined slaves.
"Dahlia? Honey, I missed you, we all did. Me and everyone, wondered who- and what, you would grow up to be- and look like." a voice as sweet as honeysuckle and as soothing and gentle as a lullaby spoke out of the blue, a silhouette materialising a few metres away from me.
The dark shadow bounded across the glinting, marble floor, into my arms.
"Wha-!" I gasped.
"Dear, why do you look so startled? Doesn't your mother, that you missed so much all these years, deserve a hug?"
"You're not my mother." I snapped, finally taking in her appearance:
white-blonde coils, a natural, honey-coloured face, accompanying full, nude-coloured lips and rounded, oceanic-blue and azure eyes and a disheveled, faded baby-blue dress with fading imprints of flowers on it that draped at the ankle.
"Darling, we're sorry we left you."
"Actions speak louder than words, mother." I countered.
"Honey, please. Me and your father have arranged a room for you. I know you love the countryside, so we set up a room for you that is neighbouring the courtyard."
"Who said I'm staying here, mother?"
"You have no choice, anyway. Don't get too cocky. You'll learn here, in the Norm, to bite your tongue." a feminine, unknown voice whispered into my ear, their words laced with venom.
"Oh, that is Xyla, she leads and structures our battles. Harmless to you and me. I apologise on her behalf if she startled you, Dahlia, my dear." mother explained.
"Anyway," mother started, "Xyla. I shall have you informed that you shall not pester or tell Dahlia anything when not permitted to, and Dahlia, I'd like you to go to your room and process today's events. It must be so new and bizarre to you." mother finished, pointing her slender finger to a pair of grand, double doors atop the posh, limestone staircase.
"Your door will have your name on it." she whispered, with a slight wink, a pearly-white, beautiful smile plastered onto her face.
Xyla murmured something, huffed, then strutted towards the limestone stairs.
"Pardon Xyla. She's new. She still hasn't recovered from having to leave her family behind. Have you?" mother questioned.
"In all honesty, I believe you are my true mother. They weren't my real family. I knew I was adopted. I was heart-broken to have discovered independently that my real parents had abandoned me." I replied, sighing.
"Dear, if you would really appreciate knowing the truth about why we left you- well, I suppose you deserve to know- but, the truth is, that at that time, we had abandoned you during a war, between angels and demons. The angels had the upper-hand, in other words, we were losing, and it was quite excruciating seeing the place me and your father built and grew up in, being obliterated to mere ashes...but, now...well...it's different. But, I must tell you now. I am an angel, Dahlia. You're father is a demon." mother teared up, rather over-whelmed.
I took my mother into my arms, rubbing her back in a circular motion with my palm.
"Now, now dear! I'm quite alright, I'm being terribly silly- getting myself all worked up about the past! I am Perseph-" mother started, then rather rudely and abruptly being cut off.
"Persephone. Persephone of the Norm." a strict and wise voice spoke up out of the blue.
"Hades! It's mother-daughter time."
mother shriek-whispered, dabbing at her eyes with a small handkerchief.
"I thought I sensed...I sensed- Dahlia." it gasped, sweeping me off of my feet in the process, with its long, sleek, black tail.
"What is it, mother?" I queried, curious.
"I missed you so much." it said, muffled a little, due to it nuzzling my hair with its coal-coloured snout.
"Mother, do you know it?"
I asked.
"Your father!" she squealed.
It lowered me down and I immediately hopped off its tail and I looked it up and down:
sleek, jet-black scales, a coal-coloured snout with occasional clouds of smoke emitting from the nostrils, colossal, proud, ivory horns situated on top of its head, permanently-crimson, headlamp-like eyes and long, needle-sharp, ivory nails.
"F-father? But that's not possible, mother. I am not a demon nor half-demon."
"Dahlia, that's where you're wrong." father spoke solemnly, turning his blood-red eyes to the floor.
"I can't believe you're my real parents."
If I knew Taehyung would've taken me to meet my true parents, I would've gladly agreed.
But not if I knew a demon and an angel put me onto this Earth.
But, hey? Everybody's odd, in some way.
