G/T Adventures

Hades and Persephone: Rewritten

Hades hasn't always been spoken of to be the most kind, gentle God. The ruler of the Underworld never was, given his profession in keeping watch over the souls damned to suffer for eternity. 

No one will approach him out of fear for what he could do. Everyone always believes that the God of the Underworld is and has to be a violent tyrant capable of tearing anybody limb from limb with no remorse or effort. They knew what he was, too. A giant. An uncontrollable mountain.

Well, Zeus and Poseidon were as well. No one truly knew why it was only the three, but some assumed it had to do with the amount of power they had. But Hades is the only one seen as a threat. A monster. A force of dark power ready to destroy the Earth if he ever got the chance.

But she knew better from the moment she met him.

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Very rarely did Hades ever leave the Underworld. He had a job to do there, and yet, the lack of anything living tended to drive him insane; enough so that he would use a day to escape to the Overworld for some much needed alone time.

This, however, has started to become a more annual event. Rather than sporadic leaves, Hades has been leaving the Underworld twice a week on the exact same days for a reason unknown to anyone but himself.

The King of the Dead had found a pastime that he knew was just as creepy as everyone thought him to be, but he couldn't help himself. Demeter's daughter was just so...so perfect.

The giant God knelt behind trees to keep hidden, his eyes never leaving the tiny girl that moved about her garden. She hummed, tending to her flowers and other plants while oblivious to the world around her. That's what made it so easy for him to watch her. 

She was such a graceful little thing. Beautiful. She had long blonde hair that reached past her knees. Her dress was something like what the humans would imagine a fairy to wear. A one strap purple top, with a skirt that looked to be made out of pink leaves. Green leaves were decorated around the waist, and a pink and yellow flower was pinned to the strap around her shoulder. 

To the giant, she did look like a fairy. So small and fragile, her skin always pale no matter how long she stayed outside in the beating sun. And her smile never once faltered, showing just how content she was if anyone couldn't tell from her sparkling blue eyes. 

Hades had learned so much about her just by watching. It was obvious her favorite flowers in the garden were her tulips of any color. She spent more time with those than any of the others. He knew she was kindhearted, having witnessed her free a struggling butterfly from a spider's web. She had a favorite song, for it was the tune she hummed every time she worked outside. 

The God of the Underworld held his breath as her head lifted suddenly, seeming to turn in his direction. Her smile had fallen for the first time, the soft breeze causing her long hair to blow past her in a cinematic way. 

Her tiny eyes seemed to meet his. Had she seen him? Surely she couldn't have. And he was right, for after a moment of looking over her shoulder she returned to her gardening.

She was so perfect. So special, and beautiful, and yet he still didn't even know her name. He longed more than anything to approach her, speak to her but he couldn't. She'd be too frightened of him, she'd run from him. He never wanted her to look at him in a way that other Gods or Goddess's would when he came around. 

Just watching her wasn't cutting it for him anymore. Her not even knowing of him being there was killing him, it was like watching a party from the outside. The longing to be inside but knowing you can't.