We'll Be Okay | Lore Olympus

We'll Be Okay | Lore Olympus

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It was happening again. Persephone has prayed and hoped that Apollo would use whatever brain was in that purple head of his and realise she hated his guts. So, in a moment of panic, unable to get Apollo off of her, Persephone all of a sudden has a thought pushed to the front of her memory. Tap twice. Because there is a ridiculous lack of fanfics on here that aren't one chapter, because we all want something longer than that. And I'm just waiting for more episodes. Enjoy the daily updates.
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Persephone has already been kidnapped by Hades, her unwanted and unexpected suitor. Demeter has already cast a famine on all the humans in her grief. Hades struggles to win Persephone over...but perhaps Persephone has always been meant to be with him, and she wasn't an innocent as she was thought she was... Moderate explicit parts. *not finished* "Look, Persephone, you're a reasonable Goddess, more reasonable than most. You have to understand I was not born the Lord of the Underworld. The title was appointed to me because I was the unlucky one. My job is just as important as my brother's jobs. I wasn't selected because of my cruel ways but now because of the way people speak of me and fear me now I am the cruel one whether or not I like it. Do you honesty think it is fair that it should work that way? People take one look at me and assume I'm the devil." Persephone crouches back in her seat. I realize I am standing and seat myself, trying to calm myself. "Do you honestly think that being in charge of the dead and judging them makes me undeserving of love, of a wife? I'm doomed to be exiled down here. I don't even have the sun to keep me warm, Persephone. You're all the sun I have..." *This story is also not meant to be factually accurate, and is simply an interpretation of the story.

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