A Touch of Ruin: 2 (Hades X Persephone)

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It was three in the morning, and she had to be up in four hours, but she couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened today. Despite not being a fan of the god’s music, she’d spent Friday night celebrating her best friend, Lexa Sideris’ birthday at the god’s club where his songs were on a constant rotation. He held her close, his arousal pressing into her softness, but she kept him at a distance, palms pressed against his hard chest.

I have been really enjoying listening to books, it’s easy to make notes and the emotion and extra layer of performance you get is so wonderful. Their relationship was too intense, too passionate, too ancient for her to merely be his girlfriend. As for me outing you, I’m not really interested in seeing anyone get hurt for their association with the gods. In the time it took them to get there, Persephone glamoured-up a pair of sunglasses and pulled her hair into a bun. Later, she would learn the dead in the river were ancient corpses who had come to the Underworld without coin to pay Charon’s toll.

As these doubts are taking root in her mind, a tragedy befalls Persephone, and when Hades refuses to help her, her uncertainty over their relationship only intensifies.

She scanned the article, relieved to discover there wasn’t any information that would reveal her as the daughter of Demeter or a goddess, but it was still creepy. Yuri wound her arm through Persephone’s, tugging her away from the banks of the Styx, but Persephone didn’t budge. The last time they’d talked about it, Sybil had expressed that she wasn’t interested in a relationship with the God of Music. Persephone could barely stay on the table, she could barely breath, feeling as though she were clawing her way to the surface of the Styx again, desperate for air, but content in the knowledge that this death would be a happy one.

She liked it that way because she liked taking it down, liked running her fingers through it, liked seizing it when he was inside her. Shutting herself in Demetri’s office was like walking right back into her mother’s greenhouse— anxiety built, and she felt fear at the thought of being punished. Dread grew heavy and hard in her stomach, as if someone had dropped a stone straight down her throat.