These Tainted Vows

Oh and, my love,
Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

They called him Hades after the notorious God of The Underworld. Because that's what he was. Head of the Sicilian underworld. He owned us all. And sometimes he demanded unjust tributes. Sometimes the sacrifices were human.

Or are you really here to cut me off?

I am his latest tribute. Dolled up in a white dress, with roses strewn about, strung up like a little lamb waiting for the knife to come slicing down my neck. My mother held that knife. I could only hope it would be quick. But hopes and dreams have no place in his realm.

Or maybe just to turn me on.

Wickedly handsome he may be. He is still the devil in disguise, teeth bared and ready to devour me. But the blow never came. Instead, he wishes to buy the lamb's affection. Almost as if I never knew myself before I knew him. But I know better than to trust my jailer.

'Cause these days

He is half-crazed and half-raved when I demand a divorce. I will never forget the way he looked. The silvers of his eyes darkened to storm clouds and thunder. When he spoke, it got eerily calm and chill that even I had to brace myself, 'I will burn down Sicilia before I let you go' he said it like a testament.

I would be lying if I told you that

But I couldn't bow down now. Not now. Not even when he stood tall and seething like the God he is. So I hold my head high, look into those storm eyes just to test the waters. I quite liked storms, even ones named after people. Even ones named Hades De Luca, 'I would never love you.'

I didn't wish that I could be your man

He simply tilted my chin to take a dip into the raging darkness of my eyes, burning hot. A satisfaction tilts at his lips. Something dark, something sinister. I don't like it when he says, 'Let's make a deal.'

Or maybe make a good girl bad

But I don't have a choice, 'What kind of deal?'

'If you are not in love with me by the end of the year, you can leave and take half of everything.'