She's gone.
The lilies surround me. The wind blows and everything begins to move except the sky. The flowers shift in a hypnotizing way. Like the waves of a blood sea.
"Persephone." I whisper into the nothingness.
What a morbid name. Destroyer. And how ironic for the daughter of Demeter.
I smile to myself thinking of what she said about the flowers. My eyes focus on a single blossom as her words echo through my mind. Like the light of a newly lit candle flickering in a dark and empty room.
My conscience begs for me to allow myself to have hope for her but I quash those urges. I chuckle. My footsteps have no sound as I walk away. It's just a game, it has to be, no one can love the king of hell....
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Persephone and Hades
FantasyInvolves a super hot Hades Persephone's mother has always distanced her daughter from society, claiming it was filled with vice and would corrupt her purity. Eventually Persephone finds the courage to run from her mother's hold and explore the worl...
