His Persephone

Chapter 1

So I'm not completely sure how the actual story of Hades and Persephone goes or anything on greek mythology either, but I'm just going with what I want it to be. If you don't like that, then just stop reading (:

Persephone POV:

Sunshine, happiness, serenity. Those were the words that were meant to define me, to be who I was. 

Nymphs should always be smiling, their heads constantly in the clouds, not a care in the world other than how beautiful the flowers were and how lovely a day was. 

My mother, the image of purity and tranquillity, had set high expectations for me. A beauty and nature that had lured the likes of Zeus, the God of God's. 

She was up my ass from the very beginning, with silk dresses and flowers woven into my honey brown hair. She wanted me to be just like her.  

And I could be, I should be. But deep down, somewhere hidden away from the world, a part of me raged at it. A tempest of fury and hatred at the fact that I had to be something I was not. I had to be satisfied to live a life of just a wood nymph, nothing more, nothing less. I had to be satisfied with doing nothing except dwelling amongst the grass and trees and marvel at the flowers and blossoms. 

I could never be satisfied with just that. I needed more.

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"Persephone!" My mother's voice screeched, barging into my room. 

Annoyance flared through me, as I pushed my head up from my pillow, and snapped, "If you're going to wake me up, do it like a normal person instead of a bloody banshee!" 

The moment the words escaped my mouth, I instantly regretted it. Demeter stopped in her tracks, as her eyes flared in anger, her lips tightened to a line. 

Oh shi-

"Did you say something?" she hissed, taking a step closer to me. 

"No, no. Nothing," I replied quickly, wanting to save myself from her punishments. 

"Talk to me or anyone like that again lady, you can kiss having dinner for a month goodbye," 

I nodded, containing the fury that boiled in my veins at her. The flash of red in my vision before I wiped it away, smiling at her. 

"Anyway, remember to pick up your dress from Linda's, you wouldn't want to attend your father's birthday party today in rags would you?" she said sweetly, even when I could taste the bitterness leaking from every word. 

She hated me and I didn't even know why. 

I dragged myself out of the warmth of my bed and stumbled to the bathroom attached to my room, freshening myself up for the long day of getting the dress and then getting ready for the 657th birthday of dear old dad. 

After leaving the bathroom, I put on the sunflower coloured silk dress my mother had laid out for me on the bed, a bundle of miniature yellow flowers beside it for me to weave into my braid. 

This is how it always was, she would decide what I wear, how I'd look like and basically everything in my life. She acted as if I was some sort of property she owned and wanted to make pretty for everyone else to marvel at. 

I didn't care anymore anyway, I was used to it by now. 

My arms ached as I finished with my thick long hair, the braid ending at the lower region of my back. Loose tendrils escaped from the braid framing my small face. I regarded myself in front of the mirror, my light hazel eyes staring back at me. Mother said my eyes were boring to look at, she told me she wanted my eyes to be like my father's; a lightening blue, striking and captivating. Even mother herself had beautiful deep forest green eyes, she told me I was unlucky to come out with the least attractive eye colour out there. 

It hurt me for a while, but she had said worse things and I had become used to her taunts. They stung once in a while, but not enough to have me staring at my mirror crying at what I was looking at. 

I clenched my jaw, walking out of my room, the scent of pancakes hitting me with a satisfying blow. My mouth watered involuntarily and I followed the scent to the pile of freshly baked pancakes stacked on the dining table. 

In a blink, I was sat, piling pancakes on my plate. 

"No, no, no. What do you think you're doing young lady?" My mother reprimanded, walking into the room. 

I stared at her with confused eyes, my mouth brimming with food. 

"You're disgusting, Persephone! You are eating like a dog! Clean yourself up, what if someone comes in? And you're only allowed two, you have to watch your weight!" She screeched, and I swallowed the food, my hands clenching around the fork as I tried my best to keep that burst of rage in. 

I had to be calm. 

I had to be calm.

"Look at you! Is that drool on your face! Lord help me, you're repulsive." She spat, and I could feel my fingernails digging into my fork, as I looked down at my plate. I didn't care. 

"If you-," She began again. 

But, I stood from my seat, the chair falling onto the ground. I let go of the now-crooked fork, letting it clatter on the table with a loud clink.

"For once in your life, shut up," I said to her, swiping up my plate full of pancakes plus a new fork and storming out the house. 

So much for staying calm. 

I continued to storm into the garden, walking into the long grasses and vibrant flowers all around. I found my small hidden spot and plonked myself onto the floor, munching on my breakfast. My anger slowly subsiding. 

The sun was warm on my back, the sky, like always, a clear blue with puffs of white clouds scattered everywhere. The same weather every single day, the same bright happy mornings, the same bright happy evenings, only the night was the best time of day. When the world is sleeping and you're accompanied by the stars, the dark sky a cooling retreat of the sunny days. 

A butterfly fluttered around me, attracted to the vivid yellow of my dress. I reached out, my index finger out towards the pretty insect. For a second in flew away from me, afraid of my sudden actions, but slowly it flitted closer and rested on my hand.

I could barely feel it, as it sat on my finger, its wings were a passionate red and fiery orange patterned and boarded with black; they gently flapped before resting too. 

I smiled slightly at the serenity of this moment, the little time I have away from my mother and alone with nature and everything wild.

These were the type of moments I lived for until he came into my life. 

X

Cringy ending? yes yes and yes. 

Do I care? no no and no