Speaking To The Gods

Good Nights & Bad Dreams

Dionysus's wine, was beyond delicious, and I expected nothing less. Hades was enjoying it too, both of us were starting to get drunk. I'm not sure which of us was worse, he'd definitely drank more than I had, but he had a way higher tolerance to alcohol than I did, considering he was a god and all.

He stood to his feet, and held out his hand.

"Dance with me Damara? I never got my chance you know." He smiled. I chuckled.

"Are you drunk?" I teased, as I stood and took his hand, he held me close to him, a lot like Poseidon or Zeus did, except it didn't scare me. It made me feel safe.

He chuckled. "Drunk enough to dance. Sober enough to know I wanna dance with you."

He stated before spinning me. I smiled, and started to blush, He had one hand on my waist, and his other hand was holding mine.

"Damara, I know that this place might not be ideal. Believe me, I understand that. But, thank you. For staying with me. And, believing me. Even, when you didn't have a reason." He smiled.

I nodded. "You were enough of a reason."

He crashed his lips into mine again, but this time the kiss was more longing and passionate, hungry for more. We pulled away for air, and he smirked at me. "Are you sure about this Damara? I don't wanna hurt you.."

He explained, a soft tone in his voice, I cupped his face, and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." 

He smiled, and unbuttoned the dress, that I was still wearing from the party at Olympus earlier. And, I started to undo his shirt. I took it off, and he stood in front of me with a bare chest, before He turned to the table we were playing cards at earlier. And pushed everything in the floor, and then he turned back to me.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and chuckled. "Guess we aren't finishing that game." He chuckled and shrugged, as he rested his hands on my waist.

"I had terrible cards anyway."

Then he kissed me again, and picked me up, and I hooked my legs around him, and sat me on the table, before we completely undressed. He continued to kiss me, each one getting more passionate, and rough.

The rest of the night, was full of experiences that not many mortals could say they'd had. It was amazing and unforgettable. I couldn't believe it.

I drifted off to sleep, just as Hades did.

In my dreams, I was on a calm beach, laying in the sand, and listening to the sounds of the ocean, it was peaceful, quiet, and enjoyable, until suddenly, the sky went dark, heavy rain started to fall, and the waves began to crash on the surface, the wind was howling. I was confused, and terrified. In the distance, I saw Poseidon, only something was different. He didn't look quite as charming and approachable as before. He looked dark, intimidating, terrifying.

He approached me, and kneeled down in front of me, on his knee, while I used my hands to prop my body up. I was worried. I'd heard the stories about Poseidon. The man, that caused earthquakes when he was bored, and caused shipwrecks, and many other unmentionable things. And now, he was sitting in front of me. He put a hand on my chin, and bit his lip, as he looked at mine, then he looked up at my eyes, and smirked.

He was being gentle, and charming and I was mesmerized by him, but I was also frozen in fear. He cocked his head.

"I tell you not to trust him," He started, before his smile fell, and his grip on my face got tighter. "And you do that by sleeping with him?"