Hades Rewound (Hades Series #2)

Chapter Two

Hey guys! :) 

Just a couple of warnings before you start this chapter! For those who have read the original, unedited version of Hades, you'll notice that I changed a little aspect :) I've changed it so that Evie was ten when her parents died - not two - therefore, she knows her parents more. It was just an aspect that I changed so this story in particular makes a little more sense.

Also, for those who haven't read Dionysus, you won't understand an element of the chapter. This isn't an advertisement for you to read Dionysus, but if you want a slightly clearer understanding, go check it out or message me for a brief overview :)

Okay that's all from me, hope you guys all enjoy this chapter!! Let me know your thoughts in the comments xxx

Chapter Two

I don't see Hades again until the next day, but that doesn't worry me as much as it used to. I've come to accept (albeit, after several loud arguments) that there are elements of his role that I'll never quite know about; elements that he doesn't want me to know about. I will admit, that acceptance took me a long time; the maddeningly control freak in me kicked up a huge fuss at the thought of Hades shouldering some burdens without me, and it took me realising that he's an even bigger control freak than I am and is much better at arguing and getting his way, to placate said control freak.

That, and the fact that there are a few small parts of my role that he'll never fully know about either. Call me competitively selfish, but that little fact brings me, sweet, malicious pleasure.

I'm a terrible person really.

I spend the next day alternating between smoothing out details for the wedding and - unfortunately - doing my job of running the Underworld; no rest for the wicked, right? I should have expected it in all honesty. I did agree to marry a god, after all; I shouldn't have expected it to be all rainbows and daisies. Not to mention his family is explosively weird at the best of times; trying to organise a wedding that doesn't offend any of them is harder than trying to find a needle in a haystack of, well, needles. I honestly think I would have gone mental in the first week if I didn't have Hades in my corner, calming me down in that endearingly quiet way of his.

Well, Hades and Kezia, who may or may not have slapped me on several occasions where I was almost in hysterics.

Apparently I'm not a Bridezilla, I'm a Bride-cry-and-wail-out-your-troubles-into-a-bowl-of-brownies.

I laugh a little, glancing up at the scene in front of me. "This would all be a lot easier if I had you to help me as well, Mum."

She doesn't reply, like always. But I don't expect her to. I've been coming and talking to her when Hades has been otherwise occupied for several weeks now, and not once has she noticed the girl sitting cross-legged outside her cottage. I know she won't ever notice me because of the rules of Elysium and all, but it still feels nice talking to her and pretending that she's listening to me.

I clear my throat, watching my parents laughing in the cottage window. "We decided to hold the wedding upstairs - or, on the earth's surface as I guess you guys would call it - because apparently it's only super duper the-world-potentially-might-be-ending occasions when all the other gods are allowed down here, and I don't particularly want to piss them all off by holding a private ceremony so..." I laugh, fidgeting with my fingers. "Besides, it'll be nice to go back up there again, even if it's just for a day. I mean, I love the Underworld, it's dark and decrepit corners really make my world that much more exciting, but I do miss the light, and the birds chirping, and the smell of the spring air. Call me pathetic, but I'm so excited to think that my wedding is going to be held in a bright green field, surrounded by cherry blossom trees, like I've always dreamed it. And don't let Hades know I ever said this - or Spencer, for that matter - but I can kind of get where Persephone was coming from in that aspect. I really do love the raw beauty of nature. Not enough that I would employ the help of the resident drunkard to help me escape Hades' clutches, but enough to kind of get why she wanted to leave. That 'kind of' is only a tiny part of me though; the rest is a little preoccupied with being kind of in love with Hades." I sigh. "I wish you guys could come to my wedding. Then again, you being dead and all kind of throws a spanner in the works. That, and the cold, hard fact that you guys have no idea that I'm sitting out here talking to you, so you wouldn't even know about the wedding in the first place. Remind me, why did I think this was a good idea again?"