The Maiden and the Mistress

Hades felt a smile stretch across his face as an almost immediate reaction to Persephone’s smile. Her consideration for him also made him smile. Very few people ever gave Hades a second though unless they were afraid of him or just trying to survive. The other Gods kept to themselves and Hades stayed in the Underworld. It was what made sense. It was what needed to be done. He wondered if he could be blamed for being as he was or if it was other Gods that made him the way he was. He wondered if he could really be blamed for stealing Persephone. He wondered if she would blame him for not telling her the entire truth of both the world and his world.

“Yes, I’m quite sure. I can manage,” he said, wiping his hand over his face and standing from the desk. “Come,” he said, offering his hand.

Hades felt inexplicably nervous as the traveled to the nymphs. They walked their path through the gardens that they always walked and they spoke as they always did. The spoke of the world and what they liked and disliked. They even discussed the changes they should make. Hades was usually very in tune with these conversations as Persephone was far more insightful than most people gave her credit for, but he was far too nervous.

Hades knew he was running out of time to make her feel more than companionship and he did not have the skills that others had. Zeus was strong, powerful and handsome. He so easily convinced others to love them. He wooed women, Goddesses and all creatures alike into his bed with one word or flick of his tongue. All the other Gods had a sort of magnitude to both humans and even others Gods. Hades did not possess this. Perhaps it was because he spent so much time alone, but he was, in a word, shy.

They arrived at the edge of the river Cocytus with mist swirling around them and large stalking trees above them. It took only a few minutes for a woman to appear in front of them. She had long, emerald green hair the covered her naked top and a rim of leaves to cover the rest of her body. She smiled at Hades and it was rather magnetic before her black eyes flicked over to Persephone. “You have brought guests, my Lord,” she said, her voice the humming baseline of a song.

“Minthe,” Hades said, grabbing her hand and offering it a kiss. “This is Persephone, Goddess of Springtime.”

Minthe pulled her hand back, resting her hand on her hips. “A pleasure to meet such another powerful being. You are as beautiful as Spring itself,” she said, her eyes appraising Persephone.

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Despoena let herself rest against Apollo’s chest and let her tears fall onto his shirt, like a tissue. She breathed in his scent and listened to his words until her breath was even and her sobs had subsided. Despoena had never been comforted like this. She always had a strong front on. She comforted Persephone or her mother, but never asked for that in return. She cried alone in her room. She was not suppose to seek comfort. She was suppose to keep everything within herself.

“I would just really like to relax and not see anyone. We’ve been talking to other Gods for months. I’m just too tired,” she said, pulling away from Apollo and returning to her seat across from him. She crossed her arms and pulled her knees to her chest. “Could we stay here?” She asked, a sort of pitiful look in her eyes. “Perhaps listen to some music.”

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Persephone smiled widely when Minthe came out. Oh Persephone did love spending time with the nymphs. She did so every spring when she was finally allowed to come down to Earth, and once she had brought spring to most of the fields. The nymphs were always so full of life, and they loved the spring almost as much as she did. It was clear that they both felt at home during that time of year. They were one of the few people and creatures that Demeter had approved of her being around. So the ones on Earth quickly became her friends. It was too bad that she was only allowed to see them during the spring.

"Thank you." Persephone said warmly. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well." She couldn't help by wonder what they did in the underworld though. Were they just close to Hades? Or was there some work that they did down here as well. Persephone supposed that there actually was quite of bit of nature that they could spend their time in. Though of course, it was not quite anything like earth. Though, then again, The Underworld didn't exactly have the Goddess of Springtime tending to it. She was normally the reason why Earth grew so well and so wildly.

Persphone looked past Minthe for a moment, glancing at the large forest behind here. This was probably where the nymphs played, and the reason why they would come down to the underworld. She wondered, if all went well, if Persephone would be able to spend time with them when Hades was busy. As far as she knew, this was not a dangerous area, and the nymphs had always been friendly to her. "Are there many nymphs in the underworld?" Persephone asked her softly.

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Apollo wanted to pull Despoena back into his chest the moment that she pulled away. Though he knew better than to do so. First of all, Despoena was not his to pull back and to comfort. Secondly, because he was sure that the young goddess would give him a lecture about proper behavior towards goddesses again if he were to step out of line. Over the past month, Apollo certainly had manage to reduce the number of lectures. Though they still happened time to time when he did push it just a tad too far. Or when Despoena was in a particular mood.

"Of course we can stay here." Apollo reassured her as he moved up onto his feet. "And we can listen to some music as well. I can play something for you as well." He offered. Though before she answered, Apollo already had a small harp in his hands. While he could just push in music from the mortal world for them to listen to, Apollo figured she would like to hear something from him. Besides, he was the God of Music after all. Why wouldn't he give her a little performance?

Sitting back down on the couch, Apollo leaned back and moved his fingers along the keys. Just getting a feel for them. Trying to determine if he was happy with everything before he started. After a few moments, Apollo nodded his head and then cleared his throat. Within moments, Apollo was playing the harp, starting up a little tune. Once it was set up, he started to softly sing. His voice was soft and smooth, clearly fitting for a voice of a God. And while he sang, he spoke of love.

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Minthe smiled at her, feigning warmness and feeling mainly curious. She looked at Hades with a question in her eyes. She truly did not understand what a Goddess was doing down here with Hades. It did not make sense. She did not have a place here. She was bright and this place was darkness. She was pure. Minthe could see her innocence all over her face and it almost made her scowl. She was not foolish, though. She would not cross a Goddess, not yet. Based on Hades’ look, she would certainly not cross this Goddess.

Hades seemingly ignored Minthe’s question, though he did understand where it came from. Hades, as everyone knew, did not fraternize with other Gods, let alone women. That, and, Hades did mainly mingle with nymphs in his free time. They liked to visit him and hear his stories. It was the only time he allowed his ego to be stroked, lest he turn into both his brothers. No, Hades was ever the realist and would only allow a few moments of arrogance and pleasure. Minthe happened to be his favorite companion and so, he hoped that Persephone and her would get along. Though, he did worry in a weird way. He did not believe that women were feeble or weak, but jealousy was both a human and Godly emotion.

“Some,” Hades said. “They come to visit.”

“It is always such a pleasure to visit our Lord. Tell me, what brings you to visit Hades?” Minthe asked, fiddling with her hair and casting doe eyes to Hades.

Hades felt a little icy because this was the first time anyone asked of the beginning of all of this. It was the first time Hades and Persephone discussed it and he wondered how she felt. Things were certainly warmer between them, but not completely. He was afraid this unsightly reminder would send her reeling away from him. His hand twitched a bit, wanting to reach out to her, but he did not. He simply casted his eyes to Persephone for only she could handle such a question with grace. Or at least, that’s what Hades hoped.

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Apollo certainly knew the way to Despoena’s heart and mind. He knew how to comfort her and he knew exactly what she liked. This was strange for her because Despoena had very few people ever try to get to know her. Instead, they only understood her on a surface level. She was unsure of what to call Apollo, but a friend sounded apt. Sure, her sister was here friend, but she was also a responsibility. It was not the same. There seemed to be nothing attached to her relationship with Apollo and it felt strange. It did not feel heavy or constraining, but freeing. In truth, it made her confused. What was there besides friends for someone like her?

Despoena closed her eyes as he sang to her and she loved it. She loved his voice and his words. His gentle musing were musings of a God who wanted more and who knew more than she. He knew more of happiness and love. She knew of darkness, destruction and the lies of the world and of men. She tried to stop herself from frowning, but this was not the first time that Persephone brought words of love and romance and flowers to the front of Gods’ minds. Apollo singing of love reminded her of his love that she lost. She let him sing, though. She did not want to interrupt him or seem rude. She wanted to be a good guest and friend. She had to be. To distract herself, she admired the curves of his lips as he sang and the earnestness that was invested in his words. 

After a few moments, she opened her eyes and materialized a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass and let the warm feeling wash over her. This was not a gift from her follower’s, but rather a bottle of wine that was actually made for the Gods. She wanted to ease her mind. She did not offer Apollo any on the unspoken assumption he would take some if he wanted. “Your song reminds me of Rome and of dancing,” she said, with a smile. “Of happiness.” They did not speak for a least a full glass and a half of wine which was just enough for Despoena to feel a bit giddy.

The warmness of the wine and her body caused her to move closer on the couch, just enough for her fingers to grave Apollo’s knee. “Can we dance?” She asked, her voice drawling a little with the wine. It was probably to early to be a little drunk, but she did not care. They could somewhere else in the world and it would be later. They had eternity to do what they’re suppose to do. One day drunken and irresponsible wouldn’t be the worst thing, right? Demeter would never know and never find them here. She wouldn’t be so bold. Usually, Despoena was not so bold either. At least, not until she got a bottle of really good wine in her. Then, she did let her fingers linger a little longer than she would in the past on Apollo’s knee before retracting it. She was foolish, but she did not care today. She was so tired of being in trouble and being cautious and being, well, herself.

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Persephone smiled at Minthe's question. There was a rather complicated answer to it. However, she did not feel the need for anyone to quite know the truth of it yet, especially someone who was not a God themselves. It was none of the nymph's business as to why she was down there. And while the Gods' would find out the truth in time, Persephone did not wish to paint the situation in a bad light. With how she had grown close to Hades, Persephone only wished good things for him.

Also she did not exactly appreciate the way that Minthe was looking at him. The doe eyes, and the way she kept looking at him. Persephone had never had a reason to feel jealousy before, but she could begin to feel it steep in. Did Hades have an old relationship with the nymphs down here? She understood the Gods slept around, but Persephone didn't have any personal experience with it...

"I am visiting Hades for a little bit this summer. He is currently courting me." Looking up at Hades, Persephone smiled brightly. It was enough of the truth that there would be no reason for her to question it. She reached over, taking Hades' hand and lacing their fingers together. And, for Gods, courting rules were quite different. It wasn't uncommon for them to spend plenty of time alone during it. They did not have to follow the rules of mortals.

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Glancing up at Despoena, a light smile moved over her lips. it was clear that the Goddess was a little intoxicated. However, he could not see the harm in dancing a little with her. "Yes, of course." He said softly before letting go of his lute. Once he did so. he waved his fingers over it and the instrument began to play by itself, continuing the music without him guiding it.

Moving onto his feet, Apollo reached out his hand to her, a little smile moving onto his face. He waited for Despoena to take it, and once she did, Apollo pulled the Goddess close into his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist, his other hand moving against hers, lacing their fingers lightly. If she would have been sober, Apollo would not have been so bold. Surely, she would have argued considering everything...Considering he used to chase after Persephone.

Though Apollo wanted Despoena and no one else. This was not something that he could explain to her yet. At least not until Persephone was back... or until it had gone on too long. But for now, he was going to find satisfaction in these little things. And, surely, tispy Despoena would not mind being a little closer than what was maybe considered appropriate. As the music played, Apollo moved slowly with her. He stayed light on his feet, keeping her close, leading Despoena and keeping her close to him. He was an excellent dancer, so it was all too easy for Apollo to move this way and that, following the music perfectly.

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Hades seemed surprised when Persephone grabbed his hand and interlocked their fingers. It was a bit possessive and it was a step in the right direction. He had a good feeling about brining Persephone here to meet Minthe. He did, on one hand, feel a bit guilty for using the nymph to make Persephone jealous. Gods got jealous too. In fact, Gods usually feel more fiercely. In his defense, he was having a really difficult time feeling out Persephone. If she was not going to get jealous, then all of this was for nothing. If she did, Hades had hope that their limited time left would get better and more intimate.

He was using Minthe in a sense, and that did make him feel guilty. He also, surprisingly, felt nervous about hurting Minthe's feelings. She was a sweet nymph who Hades enjoyed a lot of time with. She comforted him and made him feel far less lonely. It was almost cruel to flaunt his new interest in front of her. Hades could see in the way her gentle and childlike features twisted that she was upset. He did not mean to hurt the nymph's feelings, but it was never going to become anything more than sex for him and Minthe. Persephoe, on the other hand, that could be a relationship. That could become a monarchy.

"Courting you?" Minthe said, her voice a bit high pitch. "Hades did not tell me this the last time we were together."

"Well, I don't tell you everything, Minthe. I'm sure you have much to do. Persephone, shall we go?" He asked, starting to worry that Minthe may overstep her bounds.

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Despoena was a good dancer, but she was not great. She did not match Apollo's skills. She could not remember the last time she danced. Persephone danced all the time and she was fantastic. Her and Apollo would make such a lovely couple. A couple that dances at festivals and everyone stops to watch them move fluidly with each other and smile knowingly. Despoena felt that familiar twist of a knife when she thought of Apollo and Persephone. One that was soaked in jealousy and guilt. She pressed closer to Apollo in response.

He smelled lovely and he moved so smoothly and slowly. Grace flowed from his head to his very fingertips. Despoena was not like that. She was far too serious with too much to do. She never had time to learn to dance really well and at festivals, she was often to shy to dance amongst the others. Apollo was never so shy. In fact, he almost always started the dancing. Despoena closed her eyes, thinking fondly off Apollo beckoning for everyone to join him. He always did make everyone feel so welcome and helped everyone to have a good time. He was so good at making others feel good.

"Not that I'm surprised and don't let this go to your head, but you really are fantastic," she mumbled against his chest. She stopped moving for a second. "Do you remember at the last Spring festival, the dance that you did? My mother thought it was a bit scandalous, but she's very strict. I think, especially now, she would be disappointed in me here with you..," she said, trailing off a bit at the end.

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Persephone's eyes narrowed a bit as she felt more jealousy start to seep into her. Even the flowers in Persephone's hair started to close up tightly, showing her displeasure. It was a very new feeling to her and Persephone didn't really know what to do with her emotions. Why should Hades tell this Minthe anything? Were they that close? Oh that was something that Persephone certainly did not want to hear and it worried her slightly if that was indeed the case.

Though, Persephone also wasn't sure what she could do - if anything. Hades was not technically hers and therefore not someone she should be getting jealous over. If Hades wanted to go off and sleep with a hundred nymphs, it was not her place to try and stop him or gain revenge on those that he did sleep with. However, Persephone did suppose that she could have an issue with the nymph seemingly questioning her story.

As Persephone was about to say something about, Hades mentioned that maybe it was time to leave. She looked over Minthe one more time, a little 'humpf' escaping her lips as she did so. "That would probably be for the best. We wouldn't want to bother her any longer." With that, Persephone turned on her heels and started to head out.

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A little smile came to Apollo's face as he felt Despona press against him. Ever so gently, he wrapped his arm around her waist more so, pulling Despoena in even a little closer. He wanted the goddess to be as close as she could possibly be. Apollo wanted it so badly. Wanted to tell her everything. It was not in his nature to hold secrets. To not be completely honest with how he felt and allow for everyone to know it. Though it seemed that mystery and secrets followed Despoena so well that Apollo now found himself holding onto one himself.

All Apollo had to do was remind himself. Soon, he kept thinking, I will tell her soon. So, he laid his head on top of hers and let out a quiet sigh, continuing to listen to her sweet voice as she spoke. A little smile came to his lips as she mentioned the last Spring festival. He had enjoyed those days very much, and he was pleased to hear that she had enjoyed his part in it. "I remember it quite well." Apollo whispered to her. "And you should not think about your mother. She is disappointed too easily, and quite frankly, no fun."

With a strong breeze, Demeter appeared before them. She looked like a mess, which was unusual for the Gods. Though with her focus on finding and saving Persephone, her own personal experience had been thrown to the wayside. Her hair was everywhere, her clothes were askew and her face shown the worry and anger that the woman had been feeling since the disappearance of persephone.

"Is it right to have fun when your own daughter - or sister - is missing?" Demeter growled as she made her over to the two of them. Fury was surrounding her, her hands in fists. "Instead of searching. Instead of doing what is just, should I just dance around with a God? Perhaps my daughter will come back by doing nothing." She growled.

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MInthe scoffed. She was never surprised by the arrogance of Gods and Goddesses. The only exception was Hades. He was kind and interesting. He practically detested all other Gods and felt a sense of duty that others did not. She appreciated him, but this Goddess in front of her was like the rest. She was rich and beautiful. She knew it. Minthe’s lips curled into a sweet smile and she nodded. “Yes, I’ll see you soon, Hades,” she said, her voice like honey.

Hades felt nervous and a little ashamed. It was a dirty little trick of his to use jealousy to convince Persephone that they should be more. Or to help her realize that perhaps they were something more already. He walked away from her quickly, through the forest and the trees. An icy silence slid over them as they walked. Hades glanced at Persephone, her flowers a bit closed up and her lips looking a bit puckered. Once they were far enough away from the nymphs, he stopped. He grabbed her hand and pulled for her to face him.

“I am sorry about that,” he said, lifting a hand to brush a curl from her face. “I hope I did not upset you.”

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Demeter had finally let her guard down. She was so close to Apollo and his hands wrapped around felt surprisingly good. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and enjoyed listening to the music. When he laughed, his chest shook with the joy. His joy was contagious. This was something she was not used to: unfiltered joy. He was so pure and Despoena always felt a little tainted by all that she knew and all that she kept within her. And so, she ignored it for a moment to focus on the sunshine that was Apollo.

Until her mother’s voice broke the silence. Despond’s eyes sprang open, her warm feeling from the wine turned to ice and she stepped back from Apollo. She looked at Apollo almost desperately, but she would not let him fight that battle. She smoothed her face. The moment of surprise was over. It was shocking and it was rude to barge in like this, but it was somehow not surprising. Demeter has grown quite desperate. She stepped in front of him, placing a hand onto his chest.

“Mother. How dare you -,” she stepped forward. “I have done something for every waking hour that I could. You are completely out of line. You are not welcome here."

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As Hades pulled her into him, Persephone lifted her head up, looking up at him. Her icy glare quickly relaxed, her eyes growing big and soft again. The flowers covering her also started to relax a bit, but no where close to opening up or in full bloom. Gently, her fingers wrapped around Hades' hand and she relaxed against the other that came up to grab a curl, just for a moment. A little sigh came from her lips as her body slowly relaxed.

"It did upset me." Persephone whispered to him. To her, it was clear that she did not have to explain why the encounter had did so. It seemed that Hades already knew, and overall Persephone was sure that it was obvious. Never had the young goddess been very good at hiding her own emotions but it seemed to be working in her favor this time. And hope upsetting to know that the nymphs she was excited to see were sleeping with the man she was growing so very fond of.

Though her head fell down a bit as Persephone looked down. Despoena always told her to keep her head up, but right now it was not something that she had in her. "Do you still go see her?" Maybe it was a question that Persephone should not be asking. Though it was something that Persephone needed to know. Was Hades sleeping with the nymph while courting her?

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Demeter's eyes narrowed as she started to walk towards them. Every step loud and deliberate. A clear fury burning in her eyes as she kept moving closer and closer. "I do not care if I am welcomed or not. I do not care how you feel. For you have not done enough. And it will not be enough until my daughter is back in my arms. And it seems especially so as I see you dancing around with one of her suitors like a common whore." A growl came from the back of her throat.

At first, Apollo stayed to the side and was allowing Despoena to fight her own battle. He knew that he didn't want to interfere where he wasn't welcomed by either. Though, this was his home and Apollo found it difficult not to get involved. Though as Demeter continued to get closer, quickly raising her arm to slap Demeter, Apollo was quick to get in between them and grab Demeter's hand before she was able to get close to Despoena's face.

"This is my home and you will not barge in and be rude to my guest." Apollo growled at her as he moved his whole body in front of Despoena. He would not stand by as she got hurt. "You are not welcomed in my home and I ask you to leave immediately." Apollo threw her hand away from him but clearly kept his guard up in case she wanted to continue. "Despoena has tried her best. She has tried everything to bring Persephone back. One day of relaxation is less than she deserves. She loves Persephone and works tirelessly to find her."

Demeter's hands balled up into fists and she moved right in front of Apollo, clearly not standing down. "If she was doing enough, then Persephone would be home, And she wouldn't be here!"

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Hades felt so perplexed by Persephone, as he often did. Her feelings and her behaviors did not frequently match. She was touching him, leaning into him and yet, she seemed to be pulling away from him. He was almost upset with himself for using such a human and trivial tactic to get Persephone’s attraction, but he had to. Yes, of course, he had to. They were running out of time and even this little bit of time and affection was worth all the risk.

Though, to Hades disbelief, Persephone seemed to be hurt by all of this and jealous. Hades smiled, trying his best not to laugh. Minthe would never compare to Persephone. Minthe was not as intelligent or cunning or smart of beautiful. She was a play thing, a means to an end and nothing more. Hades was, once again, surprised that his plan had actually worked.

“No,” Hades said, matter of factly. “I have not seen her since you arrived in the Underworld. I honor our time together in ways that you do not understand. I know it was quite deceitful, but I knew I would never get my chance with you without doing what I did.”

He reached both his hands up, cupping her face. “You have been worth everything that I have done. I would never jeopardize that with a creature that is far beneath you. You are very special to me,” he said, letting his hand slip down her jaw line and finger to caress her bottom lip. “I am sorry if it does not seem so. I have been trying desperately to do everything right since we started this so… wrong.”

This much was true. Hades was doing his best to follow the rules of courting, within reason. He wanted to do everything right now since Persephone did seem so very proper to him. He did not want to give her a reason to dislike him or be worried about him. So far, his tactic was working, but now he felt desperate. The human world was dying and they were going to need Persephone back as soon as possible. That, and Demeter was starting to become impossible to deal with.

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Demeter looked completely unhinged. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were wild. She no longer seemed to care for what was right and what was wrong. Instead, she seemed insistent on making Demeter’s life as much as a hell that her own life was now. Despoena only wanted to continue her life now. She needed to move on and grieve. It had been months now and Persephone’s whereabouts were completely unknow. Despoena needed this and yet, guilt was tearing her up inside.

“Mother,” she said, her voice practically a breath. It was true that it was shameful to be here with Apollo, but she was not sure what else she could do. Apollo was such a comfort to her and Despoena was hurting just as much as her mother, even if she did not let it completely unravel her. “It’s not -,” she began before a hand was raised and then Apollo stepped forward.

“Mother, I… I truly have done all that I can think of. Apollo, he is just my friend. Please, you must stop this madness. Everyone in Olympus is talking. You cannot go on this way or Persephone will surely be lost to your madness,” she said, resisting the urge to stand behind Apollo and wrap her hands around his arm for a little comfort and safety.

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Persephone was quiet for a moment as she thought over Hades words, her eyes closed for a moment as she did so. Though, even so, Persephone leaned into him without much a thought. While she did not love that Hades made her feel the sting of jealous, she understood that maybe it was what he needed to do. She had known that she enjoyed Hades presence, but she had not been aware of how much she liked him until learning about Minthe.

When Hades thumb moved over her bottom lip, Persephone's gently kissed it. Her eyes opened up fully again, warming and relaxing thanks to the news. She didn't want Hades to be anyone else's. Hades was meant to be hers.

"You have been doing many things right since the beginning." Persephone murmured against his lips. Reaching out, Persephone grabbed onto the robes that hung along his sides. Her eyes opened up once again, her head lifting as she looked into his eyes. Now her heart beating a little faster as she looked at him, getting a little nervous. Even though she knew she didn't have anything to be nervous about.

"It upsets me to think of you with someone else." Persephone told him, her head tilting ever so slightly. Now a bright smile moving over her lips, beginning to glow brighter. "I like you a lot, Hades. I enjoy my time with you more than anyone else. You have taught me things and given me more freedom than anyone else was willing to. Though there is more to this than that...And you are special to me too."

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Demeter screamed out as Apollo threw her arm to the side. She stepped forward towards him, moving so she was almost pressed against his chest. "Watch it boy." Demeter growled. "You do not want to face my wrath. I can make your life a living Hell if you move between me and my daughter again. Who gives you the right?" Her hands started to ball up once again, almost looking ready to pounce.

"Host right gives it to me. You came to my house unannounced, Demeter. Attacking one of my guests. It is I who will be shown right at Olympus. Though if you wish to fight, just say so." Apollo said coolly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to tower over Demeter. His chest now puffing out. He had a good foot on the woman. Not to mention that he was definitely stronger than her. Any physical fight between the two would end in Demeter running off like a scared cat.

Demeter's eyes narrowed before she backed off of Apollo slightly. The woman might have lost her mind slightly, but she was not ready to start a battle that she could not win. Besides, she was not here for him. "I do not care what the others say! Let them talk. Though soon they will regret their lack of action when the humans are gone. What will they do without their servants to praise them?" She screeched out.

"And how you dare question me when it was you who lost my precious daughter, you cow!" Demeter looked as if she was about to pounce on Despoena, but yet she took a few steps back. "It would be wise of you to continue your search tomorrow, if you don't want to see how much worse I can make things for everyone. Consider this your warning, my failure."

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Hades could not believe the little Goddess staring at up him had no idea that she had some measure of control over him. The way her delicate fingers were wrapped in his robes made his head swim. She was close, he felt her breath on his cheeks. Her words built him up. The created a foundation to the feelings that he already knew he had. Before, if she left him, he would feel sad, but he would survive. Now, he was afraid his foundation would crumble and leave him alone. He would become as dead as the souls around him. Did she know that?

He lifted a hand to her cheek once more, brushed his hand across her smooth skin. Then, he kissed her. There was nothing he could say to her that would make sense nor did he want to reveal it all. He could never say what he was really thinking about her. So, instead, he sealed it all with a kiss. Let it last in this moment without the rest of the world to get in the way. Let this moment be another brick in the foundation; he needed it so desperately.

“We should go back,” he said, dropping his hands and pulling back a bit. “Or you will drive mad, woman.”

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Demeter’s anger felt like a blackhole, all consuming and inescapable. Despoena was unsure what to do with it all. She was soaring straight towards it, how does she turn around? How will she escape? Demeter’s anger sucked them in. It was now pulling Apollo into the conflict and, oh, he did not deserve for it to be so. He was being kind to her. He did not deserve to hold the burden of her punishment. He did not deserve to fly so close to this blackhole.

“No, Apollo. Please,” she said, gently. She wrapped her fingers tightly around his arm. She had to stop the fight that might surely ensue before her. Her guilt would become her own blackhole if Apollo and her mother were to fight. Whether it was her guilt for Persephone or the guilt she felt getting Apollo involved. It didn’t matter. He could not do this.

Demeter’s flung her words like rocks, trying to pelt them both with insults. It did not matter. Demeter’s words lost weight to Despoena long ago. She felt pressured by her mother and situation, sure. Yet, feeling like a disappointment was something that she was entirely accustomed too. It was almost impossible to try to measure up to Persephone. Thankfully, just as soon as Demeter came, she disappeared in a whirl of hair and threatening words.

Despoena’s fingers remained tight on Apollo’s arm, if just for a fleeting moment. She pulled herself back, retreating into herself. “I should go. I’m so sorry,” she said, hurriedly. “I cannot believe she would come to your home. I’m so sorry. I should not have come here today."

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As Hades leaned down and pressed his lips against her, a smile moved across her face. Though it quickly faded away as Persephone leaned into the kiss. She lifted herself up onto her toes ever so slightly, kissing Hades back. Her fingers tightened around his robes. It was strange how much she wanted this - wanted him. The need even giving her more life - which to many would have seemed impossible.

Once he pulled away from her, the goddess opened up her eyes to look up at him. Her cheeks were a warm red and the sweetest smile spread along her lips. Sliding her fingers from his robes, she took a small step back, though only to pull away the same amount that Hades had done. But even with that, Persephone reached over and took his fingers into hers. The least she wanted was to hold his hand. "Then let us head back."

With that, Persephone started to follow Hades back to his palace. All the while wondering what might happen next with them. The the end date of their deal wasn't closing in yet. Which meant that she had more than enough time to continue to feel out her relationship with Hades. Though, even so, Persephone could feel herself swaying his way. The God of Death was someone that wanted in her life.

"Do you have to head back to work now?" Persephone asked him curiously. They were drawing near the palace now, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be taken away from here. It felt like Hades had very little time to spend outside of ruling the underworld... The work load was certainly quite different down here than it was in Olympus.

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Apollo watched as Demeter finally disappeared. Though he barely was able to take a breath of relief before Despoena was getting ready to essentially run out of his home. As her hand left his arm, he was quick to reach out. His hand moved over hers, as Apollo gently pulled Despoena closer to him. Enough where they were almost touching, but not so close that she was against him or in his arms. As much as he wanted that, Apollo thought he knew better than to do so.

"Do not leave Despoena." He spoke gently. It was clear that the goddess was in a state of panic and distress. Hopefully, Apollo would be able to bring her back to him. They were having such a good time before Demeter had to come and ruin it all. "There is nothing to apologize for. You did not know that your mother would stoop to these levels. And you should feel no shame in coming here to relax for a single day. With the tiring search that you have been doing nonstop...." He let out a sigh. "Despoena, you deserve a day to relax and I would like it to be with me."

Apollo hesitated for a moment before reaching out, his hand lightly pressing against her cheek. Perhaps this was too personal. Though he felt that doing so might keep her with him. Which is all he wanted at the moment....Well all he could reasonably ask for at the moment. His heart begged for the Goddess before him, but.... How could him adding the pressure of his love onto her at the moment? It would be selfish.

His thumb lightly ran over his cheek for a moment. "Please stay with me Despoena. We should take the day off together. And I will try to do what I can to help you relax...Your mother will not come back so there is no more need to worry."

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Hades could have ended his eternal life in that moment, except he would have to see this life out. Yet, kissing Persephone with his hands on her body somehow felt perfect. He was unsure if he would ever need to do anything but kiss her and make sure she was happy. He felt consumed by her presence. It was frightening. He brought his own weaknesses into him home and maybe, soon, into his bed. What a sight that would be: Persephone’s golden hair splayed out on his sheets and her shiny skin basking under the deep glow of the Underworld. It was a thought to ruminate on as they walked.

He appreciated how they walked in silence with their fingers hovering by each other. He often felt the pressure of silence bearing down on him with other Gods, but not right now. Perhaps they were both thinking of their kiss and wondering what it really meant. He felt like a fickle young human. He basked in the glory of that kiss. He could feel himself swooning. Him, the God of the Underworld. It did feel a bit forbidden to enjoy this, but he had to. Soon, she would be gone. There was no doubt about that.

When they neared the castle, stepping foot from grass to cobblestone pathways, she spoke. She did not look at him, as if she did not want to ask for too much. She was too kind to him, especially with all he has done. He smirked a little. Did he have to head back to work? Technically, yes. Of course. There was always conflict. There were always souls to be manned. There was so much he had to do. It’s like asking Zeus if he had to work. Yes, he did. But, then again, Zeus sure did make sure to have fun, so why shouldn’t he? “I suppose I could hold off and work later tonight. Did you have something in mind to do, love?” He asked, though he certainly had a few ideas of his own that were a little too devious.

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Despoena felt her eyes sting with tears. She truly never remembered a time when someone spoke to her with the same kindness that Apollo did. His eyes were worried and his hand caught hers so quickly, she knew he was being genuine. It felt strange. She was alway looked at at distance by other Gods or not looked at all because of her sister. She was always less than Persephone in everyone’s eyes. In fact, this was one of the first times that it seemed Apollo was being kind to her because of her and not because of her sister. She was so uncomfortable with this feeling. She felt valued. She wanted to burst into tears, but how much more shattered could she be? It was embarrassing. She was once a marble statue of mystery and strength. No, she was crumbling into a pile of rocks into Apollo’s arms. How could she be so weak and how could she pick Apollo to be so with? She felt shame and pain in every corner of her soul.

Despoena almost jerked backwards when Apollo reached for her. Again, only one other God had ever shown her affection and even he did that in the absence of another. She could not tell what would hurt more: to run or to stay. His sudden affection for her felt like sitting to close to a fire. It should be warm and comforting and yet, she was sweaty and her stung her skin. The thought of leaving, however, felt like stepping into the fire itself. She did feel tired, to the bone. She did need one day to not be the one who always ruins everything.

She reached her hand on top of his, letting her slender fingers slide in between his. How shameful to enjoy his touch. She felt her cheeks hit up from more than panic, but with something else. She wanted so badly to sit comfortably by the fire, but it still felt wrong. It still felt like the minute Persephone came back, none of this would matter. If she were to listen to her heart or her body, she could get herself shunned or heartbroken. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. She squeezed his fingers every so gently before removing it from her face and stepping backwards. “Okay,” she mumbled. It was all she could muster. “What do we do?”

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As Hades agreed to stay with her, Persephone quickly spun on the tips of her feet. Her body moved right in front of his, stopping him from walking forward any further. Reaching down, she took both of his hands into hers, seemingly bouncing on her feet as she did so. The excitement that was buzzing in her body was clear in the air around her. There had been something that was on Persephone's mind for some time, and now seemed the best time to ask. "I want to dance. Will you dance with me Hades?"

Dancing was a beautiful thing to Persephone. It was one of the few things that made her feel less trapped when she had not been allowed to leave the house. And even when Persephone did go out, music and dancing tended to be what she seeked out of the most. She loved the way people moved in sync with each other, how they were able to hold each other close. The sound of feet moving in time with the music...

Ever so slightly, Persephone leaned her body into Hades. If she was honest, that wasn't the only reason why she wanted to. Persephone wanted Hades to keep his hands on her. To stay close to her. To move in time with her. A tingling feeling moved through her chest and Persephone swore she could feel her heart swelling up. "Please?" She lifted her head up, her eyes looking into his again.

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Apollo swore he could feel the range of emotions that Despoena had gone through in only a few short seconds. However, what they were or what they meant, he was not entirely sure. So when she did pull away, Apollo stood there for a few moments, confusion written over his face. But he was able to compose himself, clearing his throat as he did so, taking a step away to clear his own mind. Despeona was intoxicating to him and Apollo found it difficult to think when she was around... Or when she was on his mind.

Though now he had to think quickly. What to do? There had to be something they could do. Preferably something that might make Despeona forget the whole mess she is in for a while. "There are plenty of things that we can do..." Apollo mumbled as he started to look around his place for inspiration. Now there were plenty of things that he wanted to do, but none of them seemed appropriate for their situation.

His eyes landed on the instrument and Apollo was quick to pick it up and start strumming away. Music always helped Apollo think. "We could dance again, drink and eat..." Apollo's eyes lit up. "Ah, lets go down to earth and have some fun there." A smirk moved across his lips. There was always plenty to do there. "Mess with the humans a bit, ride some horses, cause trouble in the woods. What to do you say?"

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Hades was surprised by her request. He was not someone who was particularly graceful or smooth. He was always a sort of calloced and cold man, or at least that’s how people often viewed him. He never danced at the many balls and festivals the Gods had. Yet, somehow, with her delicate fingers resting on his chest and her body pressed tightly against him, he had to consider it. Her eyes sparkled, shining up at him and it seemed he would indeed crumble. There was a look in her eyes that Hades never thought he would see from any Goddess, let alone the fair Persephone. She was convincing and she clearly knew how to make him feel a little weak in his knees. He wondered how that would go if they danced.

He wondered why they must dance here. There was no music, the grass was wet, and the only thing they would hear is the sound of the creatures around them. He had a perfectly good ballroom in his home with a perfectly good band of merry souls. Yet, she waited in front of him, stopping him from moving. It almost felt like challenge. Could he really be what she needed? Could he be as whimsical and fun as she? He pulled her closer as their fingers were already locked together before letting go to move his hand to her lower back. He pushed her closer to him, pressing his hand into her lower back.

“Anything you wish. I just wish I could sing,” he said, chuckling.

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It was clear Apollo had not thought much farther than trying to convince her to stay. He seemed to enjoy her company, but she felt the inescapable compulsion to compare herself to Persephone. Persephone would have loved to dance with Apollo, alone, in his home, with the sound of his music filling the air. She would have danced so gracefully and smoothly that Apollo would see nothing but her. Despoena liked to dance as much as the next God, but not in the way that Persephone and Apollo did. If she wanted to cause herself some undue torture, she could continue to ruminate on what his motivation for keeping her here or to continue comparing herself to Persephone. For a moment, she almost picked the torture.But, no. She did deserve joy. Apollo was right about that.

“Oh no, no. I can’t go there. You saw my mother. She would not hesitate to find us again if we went to Earth.” This much was true. The idea of leaving the safety of her home or Apollo’s was too overwhelming. She could feel herself getting worked up again and she had to make a conscious effort to calm herself down. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them. She found the glass of wine she had yet to finish from before.

“Is it true that you have a lake here, inside your home?” She asked. Apollo had many rumors that circulated about him and even about how he wooed Goddesses, creatures, and women alike. The way his words were so sweet that almost seemed coated with honey. The way he danced and moved their bodies. He was rumored to give lavish gifts and sing and play music until they would fall asleep. He was rumored of so many things: his grand home, his own personal lake, his own supply of delicious wine, and his soft bed. Of course, she did not care about too many of the rumors. Despoena had rumors about herself and most were untrue. Yet, she did home there was a lake here.

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"I am sure that you sing perfectly fine." Persephone laughed back to him. She couldn't stop smiling as Hades pulled her close to him. This is what she wanted, the closeness, to touch him, to hear his heart beating. Did he know? Did he know this is why she wanted him to dance with her. It was why she didn't mind the lack of music, why she didn't stiffen up like you're meant to. Instead her body just seemed to melt into his. Her head dropped to his shoulder as the rest of her body moved against his. And her free arm moved along him until finding its place along his shoulder, and her thumb lightly pressed against the back of his neck.

A light hum came from her lips as she felt his body pressed against hers. He was always so cooler than she was, and Persephone couldn't help but wonder why. Most of the Gods and Goddesses were always so warm to the touch but that wasn't the case with Hades. Was it because he was farther from the sun then the rest of them? Or did the Underworld just have a cooling effect on him. Though she did enjoy the feeling, there was something inherently relaxing about it.

After a few moments of silence, Persephone's eyes closed and she started to move slower against Hades. The day and its events were finally catching up with her and she grew tired. While Persephone was often overflowing with energy, exhaustion always hit her like she had run 100 mph into a brick wall.

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Apollo laughed as Despoena asked about the lake inside his home. All tension and worry quickly moved out of his body with one simple question. He had been worried that Despoena would leave, and he just desperately wanted to spend more time with her. And if he could help her relax, help her find happiness after everything that happened, then he would be filled with pride. "That is kinda true." He said once his laughing died down. He gave her an askew smile before reaching out and taking her hand. "Let me show you."

With that, Apollo gently lead Despoena through his grand house, and after moving through some of the longer hallways, and down a set of stairs, he brought her to the back of it all. He opened up the patio to a huge forest-like area. While it looked like it went on for miles, it did not. The trees simply circled around the back of his home, making it seem larger than it truly was. And, more importantly, it hide the true end of his home. Though, a little away from his back patio, before the trees, was a large pond. Letting go of Despoena's hand, Apollo walked down the patio and towards the water. "It's actually a pond. You know how everyone likes to exaggerate about things...Though large enough, and deep enough, to swim in if you desire."

"Or we could always fish, if you rather." Apollo gave her a sheepish smile. While he would love to swim with her, Apollo did know that would be a bit forward. They would both need to shred clothes in order to do so. And while Apollo was not modest in the least, he knew better than to assume that Despoena was the same way. "We can do whatever you desire."

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