its funny how sometimes the thing that we love the most can be the thing that kills us

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

************** "W-what do y-you want from me?" Andrea asked as a shiver ran down her spine. "I want everything beautiful gone from this world, including you." He replied simply. A strangled sound came from her throat. Like a choke and cry in one. "B-but why?" She asked pleading. "Because it's sickening and since my partner can't do it himself. I will take and finish what we've started. And besides women are good for only good for one thing" He pulled out his knife and started creating art on the fleshy canvas. With her screams and shrieks echoing in the quiet barn and across the empty field.