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She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but her leaving had cut her too.
Persephone hadn’t understood it at the time when he’d sent her back to Demeter. He hadn’t really explained it to her. He’d hauled her topside and without even a goodbye, he’d left her there. He’d said it was because he loved her and she believed him. Not because her mother would kill the world of man, not because Zeus demanded her return. No, Hades couldn’t have given two shits less about any of that. Tartarus was a self-sustained community. There were enough souls to keep him in business forever and a day, regardless of what happened on Olympus.
He’d done it because he’d thought she was unhappy, that she didn’t want him. But nothing could be further from the truth. Persephone had let her fear of him rule her choices for too long. In all of their time together, he’d frightened her more times than she could count, but he’d never hurt her.
She’d give anything to have his arms around her again, for his harsh whisper in her ear and his hands on her flesh. She dreamt of him touching her, but instead of staying his hand, she surrendered to him. Before she could have any of that, she needed his forgiveness.
While she didn’t want to hurt Demeter, it was the way of all living things to leave their nest and fly free to put down their own roots and grow—to form their own seeds and fling them out into the world. Persephone was ready to take that chance. She could only hope it wasn’t too late to take it with Hades. She’d been a child long enough. Persephone thought of Eros who’d been born a year after she had and he was a god grown. Even though her mother had been protecting her, she couldn’t help but feel Demeter had done her a grave disservice. Not all gods were Zeus.
Persephone hadn’t even considered what she’d do if Hades didn’t forgive her. Truthfully, it didn’t matter. No matter what, she was going to Tartarus. If she had to throw herself on the steps of his castle and wait until he deigned she was worthy of redemption, she would. After all, he’d waited centuries for her. He’d not touched another female so long as she’d been under his roof. Gods, why hadn’t she seen the depth of his devotion? She’d been so utterly stupid to throw it away. Yes, then she’d been the spoiled child everyone thought her to be by playing with her toy until she broken it.
Maybe if she could just tell him she loved him, it would be enough. It was selfish of her to hope for that, she knew. Persephone was aware she deserved every cruelty he could serve her and then some. She’d eat it all with a smile if it would get her back in his arms.
She touched her fingers to her lips, remembering when they’d been swollen with his kisses. They’d been her first and would be her last. Persephone never wanted another kiss on her lips but his.
Eros knocked on her door. “Hurry up.”
“I’m coming!”
“You’re not even breathing heavy.”
“Shut-up, Eros.” Persephone laughed.
“Listen,” he began as she opened the door. “I have to tell you something before you call him.”
Dread slapped her in the face. Had he met someone else? Had he already forgotten her? No, that couldn’t be it. A god didn’t wait centuries for his would-be lover to say yes and then… Or maybe they did. Persephone strengthened her resolve. She had no right to be angry or hurt about anything he’d done to deal with the pain she’d given him. It was remembering that that would be the most difficult part.
“My mother did something for him. Something I don’t know if he can come back from.”
“What do you mean?” she cried out more loudly than she meant to.
“Shh.”
“Then tell me!”
“She took his heart,” he said simply.
“No, she couldn’t have. It’s mine,” Persephone argued.
Eros smiled sadly. “He begged her, Persephone. The proud, dark Lord of the Underworld on his knees before the Goddess of Love in all her golden light.
Persephone hadn’t understood it at the time when he’d sent her back to Demeter. He hadn’t really explained it to her. He’d hauled her topside and without even a goodbye, he’d left her there. He’d said it was because he loved her and she believed him. Not because her mother would kill the world of man, not because Zeus demanded her return. No, Hades couldn’t have given two shits less about any of that. Tartarus was a self-sustained community. There were enough souls to keep him in business forever and a day, regardless of what happened on Olympus.
He’d done it because he’d thought she was unhappy, that she didn’t want him. But nothing could be further from the truth. Persephone had let her fear of him rule her choices for too long. In all of their time together, he’d frightened her more times than she could count, but he’d never hurt her.
She’d give anything to have his arms around her again, for his harsh whisper in her ear and his hands on her flesh. She dreamt of him touching her, but instead of staying his hand, she surrendered to him. Before she could have any of that, she needed his forgiveness.
While she didn’t want to hurt Demeter, it was the way of all living things to leave their nest and fly free to put down their own roots and grow—to form their own seeds and fling them out into the world. Persephone was ready to take that chance. She could only hope it wasn’t too late to take it with Hades. She’d been a child long enough. Persephone thought of Eros who’d been born a year after she had and he was a god grown. Even though her mother had been protecting her, she couldn’t help but feel Demeter had done her a grave disservice. Not all gods were Zeus.
Persephone hadn’t even considered what she’d do if Hades didn’t forgive her. Truthfully, it didn’t matter. No matter what, she was going to Tartarus. If she had to throw herself on the steps of his castle and wait until he deigned she was worthy of redemption, she would. After all, he’d waited centuries for her. He’d not touched another female so long as she’d been under his roof. Gods, why hadn’t she seen the depth of his devotion? She’d been so utterly stupid to throw it away. Yes, then she’d been the spoiled child everyone thought her to be by playing with her toy until she broken it.
Maybe if she could just tell him she loved him, it would be enough. It was selfish of her to hope for that, she knew. Persephone was aware she deserved every cruelty he could serve her and then some. She’d eat it all with a smile if it would get her back in his arms.
She touched her fingers to her lips, remembering when they’d been swollen with his kisses. They’d been her first and would be her last. Persephone never wanted another kiss on her lips but his.
Eros knocked on her door. “Hurry up.”
“I’m coming!”
“You’re not even breathing heavy.”
“Shut-up, Eros.” Persephone laughed.
“Listen,” he began as she opened the door. “I have to tell you something before you call him.”
Dread slapped her in the face. Had he met someone else? Had he already forgotten her? No, that couldn’t be it. A god didn’t wait centuries for his would-be lover to say yes and then… Or maybe they did. Persephone strengthened her resolve. She had no right to be angry or hurt about anything he’d done to deal with the pain she’d given him. It was remembering that that would be the most difficult part.
“My mother did something for him. Something I don’t know if he can come back from.”
“What do you mean?” she cried out more loudly than she meant to.
“Shh.”
“Then tell me!”
“She took his heart,” he said simply.
“No, she couldn’t have. It’s mine,” Persephone argued.
Eros smiled sadly. “He begged her, Persephone. The proud, dark Lord of the Underworld on his knees before the Goddess of Love in all her golden light.
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