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"Let me go!", I cried, paralyzed in fear as the pale man bent down to me.
His skin was unnaturally white, showing every vein on his face. His turquoise eyes were piercingly sharp and cold as he glanced at me. Where his eyes looked it felt as if a knife was cutting my face.
The man bore a blood-curdling grin.
"How dare you yell at Mephistopheles, the devil himself?"
What would you do if the God of Death, Mischief the Devil himself, had his eyes on you?
Run?
Hide?
Or feign ignorance of your true identity, as the Goddess of Chthonica?
Eleonora Brayleigh White lived a fairly boring but normal life in Massachusetts, P'town, when Methuselah stepped into her life, claiming she was a goddess. Confused and terrified by the devilishly handsome stranger, the mortal girl tries to escape him, but is captured and dragged into the underworld, with her once proclaimed husband.
Not only do magic, Methuselah and this whole new world she cant escape worry her, but also the Devil's half-brother, Zelus, who holds his dagger a little too close to her throat.
Hades and Persephone inspired