We all know the story. Meg sells her soul to Hades to save her boyfriend's life just to have him leave her for another woman. And then comes the boy wonder Hercules who whisks her off her feet, renewing her faith in the male species. But what if...s...
Three days. I'd been locked in my room for three whole days. Was it part of his plan? Make me get swallowed up in my boredom until I drove myself nuts?
I stared at the ceiling, laying on my back with all four limbs stretched to each corner. I'd reached a new low, resorting to counting the cracks in the ceiling.
Smoke swirled in the middle of the room, followed by crackles and pops. "I've got a job for you. Some guy who thinks he can avoid me. Got a real Sisyphus complex if you get my drift," Hades said with a smirk.
I sat up like the rising dead, narrowing my eyes. "You've kept me in here for three straight days and show up barking orders like it never happened?"
"I'm sorry," he started, floating over to the side of the bed with a devious glare to rival my own. "Did you think when I invited you down to the Underworld was so we could chat and play checkers? No. It's because it'd make it more convenient to boss you around."
I folded my arms, sticking my nose in the air. "I think you'd kill to play checkers."
"Come again?" He arched a brow and did a slow blink.
"There are times where you wish you could be normal. Admit it. That's why you're so jealous of Zeus."
He snarled and turned away. "I need you to distract the guy long enough for me to pop in, grab him, and drag him back to Tartarus. How he got past Cerbie still butters my baguette."
And there he went ignoring my claims again. I'd make him crack eventually.
"Cerbie?" I bit back a smile.
He stared at me wide-eyed as if he didn't realize he'd said it out loud. "Chop, chop, Meg. Make me proud."
He snapped his fingers, and I appeared in the middle of a marketplace—dozens of people bustled around me.
"How am I supposed to know who he is?" I asked out loud to no one in particular.
A catcall whistle sounded from behind me, answering.
With a deep sigh, I slid on my best "come-hither" face and slowly turned on my heel to face him.
"Well, hello, gorgeous," the man said. He had a cloak disguising his features, but he was as wide as a barn, his voice deep and husky.
I put a hand on my hip. "Hey, yourself." Crossing one foot over the other, I sauntered over to him, exaggerating the sway of my hips with every other step.
"Did it hurt?" He asked, rubbing his gloved hands together greedily.
I winced. "Did...what hurt?"
"When you fell from Olympus."
Internally...I vomited.
Providing the most girlish giggle I could, I traced my finger down his cloth-covered arm. "You must be so popular with the ladies with charm like that."
"I've been off the circuit for a while. It looks like I came back at the right time," he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
I pushed my palms against his chest, trying to pry myself away from the cracked, plump lips nearing my neck.
Like a dark knight on a black horse, Hades appeared beside us. His face lowered until it was halfway in the man's hood.
"Boo," he said, his lips curling into a devilish half-smile.
The man released me, and I backpedaled. The once confident giant mortal reduced to a blubbering idiot at the sight of the god of the Underworld.
"No. No. I'm not ready. You can't," he stammered, shaking his head and shielding his face with his arms.
Orange fire surged over the back of Hades' neck and shoulders. "Funny how you seem to think you have a say in this...mortal."
The way he spat "mortal" sent a chill down my spine.
"I'll just escape again," the man said, standing up straight.
He had to have cajones the size of melons. His fate was quite literally in Hades' hands.
Hades laughed—a chuckle escaping from a deep, dark hole within his chest. "A dozen burning chains wrapped around you for eternity says otherwise." He blew out a puff of smoke, sending the man's hood flying off.
The right side of the man's face had scarred claw marks. Human nails.
"Buh-bye, Adonis. Don't let the flames nip you in the ass on your way out," Hades said with a wink.
The man disappeared, his howls and shrieks echoing off nearby stalls.
My heart thudded against my rib cage. I should've been shocked at what I'd just witnessed—repulsed by Hades' lack of bedside manner. But I wasn't.
Hades slowly turned to face me with a grin bordering on devilish and...dare I say, sultry.
"That, my dear Meg, was impressive. You're a regular sex kitten. Who knew?" He pressed the fingertips on each hand together, floating in front of me with the same wicked smile.
"I can use what the gods gave me when I want to, sure. Please tell me you're not planning on exploiting it." I gulped, peering up at him.
He moved closer, tracing his fingers over my cheek. "Oh, my sweet, how could I not?"
Our gazes locked, and my throat constricted.
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A/N: Tell me what you thought! What do you think will happen next? Is Meg warming up to the "Evil" God of the Underworld? Is he really THAT evil?
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