"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

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰'𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥.