Hades paced the long dining room, trying to avoid looking at the elegantly set table for two. This flighty girl would be the end of him, and he knew it. At first he just wanted her because she was his.
She had been promised to him by his brother, Zeus, when Demeter bore her. Demeter, however, had other plans. She had hidden Persephone away from him his entire life,trying to protect her. Hades's men had scoured the earth for her, trying to find this hidden jewel. They'd brought him countless fakes Demeter had placed, knowing that Hades was looking for her. Every time a guard from him the wrong girl, he kicked them out of his service and made them spend their endless days in the fields, slaving over something that would never bear fruit.
When his two newest guards had carried the limp, beautiful, girl into his throne room, he had though all of his dreams had come true. He had his pretty pet, his flower, his Persephone.
He didn't bother to think that she may have other plans.
He scowled and threw a wine glass into the other wall, shattering the elegant goblet completely. Call him immature, but his rage was something feared among all gods.
All gods excepting Persephone, of course.
Not only was she hidden from him, she was hidden from any knowledge about him. Of course she knew there was an underworld, but she knew nothing about it besides that it existed. She didn't know about the fields, or elyssium, or tartarus. She was ignorant in any knowledge even remotely related to Hades.
Which happened to infuriate Hades more.
"Where is she!?" He bellowed loudly, knowing that everyone in his castle - possibly his entire kingdom - could hear his enraged call.
As if in reply to that, he heard a soft pitter pattering of feet. . . someone was running. Someone petite, small, lean, and stupid enough to run from the most dangerous god.
Persephone was trying to find a way out.
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As soon as Persephone found out that her door was unlocked she had devised a little plan. There weren't many helpful things around the room, but she had grabbed a candlestick in case she needed to whack someone while trying to escape. She hated the darkness that consumed the entire palace as she quickly snuck through corridors and grand halls. Every now and then the rooms would be lit with odd greenish lights, but she would avoid those rooms. She didn't want to figure out what the god of death kept hidden in his palace.
She managed to grope her way through the maze of halls and out into the light - if you could call it that - of the Underworld. It was a dark and dank place, something that seemed to come out of her worst nightmares. She was about light, and life, whereas the Underworld was all dark and death. She could never survive here.
She glanced ahead of her on the dusty road and broke into a run, dropping her candlestick and not caring about the soft dirt now coating her small feet as she ran. Her white dress was becoming dusty and it was a little hard to breathe, but she continued on. She made it to the dark river and frozen, unsure how to go about it.
The river seemed to wrap around the entire area that she was in, she couldn't see the end on either side. It went on forever, through the entire Underworld. She took a few steps into the mud there, letting her ankles seep in before tentatively continuing. Each step, it became harder and harder to keep moving. She hadn't even made it to the bank of the river and she was too weak to continuing picking up her feet. She couldn't move. She wanted to collapse in the mud and let in engulf her, but kept standing. It had to be some trickery of the evil god, she tried to convince herself.
"Brava, little flower." She heard his dark voice say from behind her. Although, when she glanced towards where it would have come from, there was no one there.
"Over here pet!" It called, causing her to turn the other way. It chuckled darkly, a harsh sound like gravel in a way. Nothing like the tinkles and jingles and jolly laughs of the other gods.
