Here is the second part of the story of Hades and Persephone. If you haven't read the first, it's
here.
I
sighed and crossed my arms as I sat on the couch of my beautiful prison. Drapes
of silk and gold beads hung around the room. There was a bed made stuffed with
the softest down and covered with silk. Flickering candles reflected off the
rubies encrusted in the gold candelabras. Every table in the room sparkled with
diamonds, emeralds and other jewels. They were gifts from Hades. I gazed to the
center of the room were a banquet table that constantly stayed filled with
delicious food and wine.
I was so hungry, but I could not
eat. My mother had warned me away from eating the food of the underworld. Those
that consumed it were forced to remain forever. I did not wish to be here now,
much less for eternity. I sighed again and lay back on the couch, closing my
eyes.
The door opened and Hecate stepped
in carrying folded clothes. Her silver hair was pulled back from her face and
her black silk dress contrasted to her porcelain skin. She was beautiful and
ethereal. Hades had given her to me as a handmaiden.
She gave me a gentle. “It is time to
bathe, my queen. I have brought fresh robe for you.”
I winced. “Do not call me queen,
Hecate. I am merely a prisoner. Hades will realize that we are incompatible. I
belong above ground with my mother.”
She gave me a sympathetic look. “I
understand how you feel, dear Persephone, however, I must follow my lord’s
orders. He wishes you to stay, so stay you must. Now, please, you must bathe,
he will be here shortly.”
I snatched the clothes from her, stalked
to a curtained doorway, and yanked the silk aside. Steam rose up from the
spring in the middle of the room. My feet smacked against the black marble
tiles as I made my way to the pool, throwing the clothes down as I went. The
water stung my skin as I stepped in. I grabbed the soap from the ledge, scrubbed
my skin in quick jerking strokes, and then dove under when I had been
completely lathered. I stayed underwater as long as I could, trying to calm
myself. Hecate was just following orders; she had no control over my freedom.
It was Hades that I must convince to set me free. He should see that I was not
meant to be his queen. With new determination, I rose out of the pools and
robed myself. When I stepped back into the sleeping room, Hecate was gone.
Hades stood before the table, eating grapes. He turned when and stepped in, and
a smiled touched his cold lips.
“You
look as beautiful as ever, my dear. Did you enjoy your bath? Grapes?” He
offered them to me but I shook my head and stared at the ground. He sighed and
set them down. “You cannot continue this. I will not have my queen starve.”
“I
am not you queen. I do not belong here Hades. Please, you must return me to my
mother.” I entreated as I moved closer to him.
He
put a cool hand against my cheek. “My dear, daughters must eventually leave
their mothers and become wives. It is time for you to bloom, little flower.”
“Flowers
cannot bloom without sunlight. How can I bloom underground?”
He
sighed. “Persephone, what do you wish in life? To spend you days in meadows and
flowers, coddled by you mother? I sense great power in you. Why not use that
power? As my queen you would rule here by my side.”
I
paused, contemplating what he said. My life before this capture had been as he
said. I had spent my days collecting flowers. I ruled over nothing. Even
Artemis ruled over the moon.
“Let
me ask you, is there another that you favor more than I?”
I
shook my head, still thinking on his words. “N-no.”
“Then
I ask you give me a chance to win you affections. Think on my words, I offer
you a purpose.”
He
took my hand and placed his daily gift in it. I looked down and gasped in
pleasure. In my hand was a rose carved perfectly out of silver. It was detailed
down to the tiniest thorn. I clutched it to my chest and sat on the couch deep
in thought.
About What Kills Me, Book One: An ancient prophecy warns of a girl destined to cause the extinction of the vampire race.
So when 17-year-old Axelia falls into a sacred well filled with blood and emerges a vampire, the immortal empire believes she is this legendary destroyer. Hunted by soldiers and mercenaries, Axelia and her reluctant ally, the vampire bladesmith Lucas, must battle to survive.
How will she convince the empire that she is just an innocent teenager-turned bloodsucker and not a creature of destruction? And if she cannot, can a vampire who is afraid of bugs summon the courage to fight a nation of immortals?
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