Against the Gods
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
14,573
Reviews:
77
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Discovery
The perceptive are going intertwine but it is mostly Persephone’s POV.
“Who are you,” Hades snarled. He slammed Persephone into the wall, hard. His slender fingers were wrapped tightly around her neck. She tried frantically to claws at him but it was useless in this body. Pain shot through her and she winced, trying to suck in any spare air. She moaned and gasped as her bruised legs and battered back burst in the hot flares of pain.
Her head exploded as stars danced in front of her eyes. Persephone struggled to catch her breath. She could swear she was going to black out. Or even worse, die. Hot tears slide down her cheeks as her lips quaked with sobs of pain and fear. Oh gods, oh gods! She killed the god of death and now he was pissed!
“I…I…I…” she sobbed and chocked. She couldn’t think of anything. She could breathe or think. Her mind was numb. She could get a coherent thought to process in her head.
“Answer me now! What. Are. You?” With each angrily sputtered word, he slammed her into the wall. The white plaster cracked and crumbled under the force of her body. Persephone looked at his now fathomless black eyes. Her vision was blurred with unshed tears.
“Goddess. I…I’m…Persephone,” she finally was able to lace together a pathetic plea through gritted teeth. “P…p…puh…lease le...le…let me gooo, Hay…hay…des.”
“Persephone,” he rasped. His grip loosened on her throat and she slid unsteadily to the ground. Persephone coughed and gasped and gagged, trying to suck in a decent, uninterrupted breath. She wanted to sleep. Her body was so sore and so very tired. She panted and sobbed heavily, trying whipping away her tears. Hades crouched down to her level and gently brushed strands of her hair away from her red, glistening cheeks. Persephone smacked his hand away.
“DON”T FUCKING TOUCH ME,” she shrieked, hysterically. She tried to back away but she was already pressed against the wall. A lock of dark gray hair fell over Hades’ pale feature. Gods, he looked so much different out of his mortal form and his essence sent chills down her spine. Unlike the gods of Olympus, whose auras were bright and warm and throbbing, his was cool like metal and dark and rather frightening. He was still beautiful, sculpted in alabaster and darkness. They both were still for a moment. Thick and stale tension enshrouded them as they stared at each other with confusion, unable to conjure up what to do next. The situation was more than awkward! What could any of them do?
Persephone couldn’t even figure if she should be terrified, humiliated or enraged. Should she scream of terror or of bitter resentment and fury? Did she flee or did she flight? Would this change anything? Was her ordeal over? Would he let her go? What will happen now? Her mind reeled with unanswered questions as she took in a heavy breath, trying to collect her racing thoughts and calm her thundering heart. Cool fingers pressed against her forehead again, throbbing with power. Persephone tensed and felt her mortal form dissolve around her.
Those awful long blond locks gave way to waves of auburn and amber. Her green eyes lightened and were dipped with yellow like fresh spring leaves. Her skin glow with the hot aura of life and the dull beige became an inviting pale gold. As her form fell and disappeared, her pain faded with it. The horrible bruises on her legs faded into her skin as the slices and welt along her back patched and repaired. She felt stronger and more alert than she had for days. Hades took a sharp breath.
“Persephone. Wha…” he took another deep breath and closed his eyes. “What are you doing in the mortal realm?”
“I was hiding,” she replied, indifferently.
“Hiding?”
“Yes.”
“From what?”
“From all the gods who wanted to fuck me,” she stated simply, not bothering to lie. Hades didn’t reply. He felt numb and disconnected. Arista was Persephone. Persephone was Arista. What had he done? What could he do? Her mother would be furious! His brother would be furious! Hades took another deep breath as Persephone stared at him with dark, swimming eyes. Gods! She was even lovelier as a strong, vibrating goddess.
His eyes ravished her charming face, fresh and free from abuse. Damnit! He still wanted her! He craved for her. Gods! He loved her even more. His fear, awkwardness and remorse suddenly turned to carnal desires and raging possessiveness. He didn’t give a fuck about her mother or his brother or whatever trouble or disaster this would cause. He loved this girl no matter whether she had been mortal or goddess. She was going to be his all the same. With out any conscious thought of his actions, Hades grabbed the petit goddess and pulled her to her feet. Her eyes widened, startled and dumbfounded.
“Wha..wha..are you doing?” She stuttered.
“Talking you home,” he smiled, sinisterly.
Please R&R: Reviews are much appreciated.
“Who are you,” Hades snarled. He slammed Persephone into the wall, hard. His slender fingers were wrapped tightly around her neck. She tried frantically to claws at him but it was useless in this body. Pain shot through her and she winced, trying to suck in any spare air. She moaned and gasped as her bruised legs and battered back burst in the hot flares of pain.
Her head exploded as stars danced in front of her eyes. Persephone struggled to catch her breath. She could swear she was going to black out. Or even worse, die. Hot tears slide down her cheeks as her lips quaked with sobs of pain and fear. Oh gods, oh gods! She killed the god of death and now he was pissed!
“I…I…I…” she sobbed and chocked. She couldn’t think of anything. She could breathe or think. Her mind was numb. She could get a coherent thought to process in her head.
“Answer me now! What. Are. You?” With each angrily sputtered word, he slammed her into the wall. The white plaster cracked and crumbled under the force of her body. Persephone looked at his now fathomless black eyes. Her vision was blurred with unshed tears.
“Goddess. I…I’m…Persephone,” she finally was able to lace together a pathetic plea through gritted teeth. “P…p…puh…lease le...le…let me gooo, Hay…hay…des.”
“Persephone,” he rasped. His grip loosened on her throat and she slid unsteadily to the ground. Persephone coughed and gasped and gagged, trying to suck in a decent, uninterrupted breath. She wanted to sleep. Her body was so sore and so very tired. She panted and sobbed heavily, trying whipping away her tears. Hades crouched down to her level and gently brushed strands of her hair away from her red, glistening cheeks. Persephone smacked his hand away.
“DON”T FUCKING TOUCH ME,” she shrieked, hysterically. She tried to back away but she was already pressed against the wall. A lock of dark gray hair fell over Hades’ pale feature. Gods, he looked so much different out of his mortal form and his essence sent chills down her spine. Unlike the gods of Olympus, whose auras were bright and warm and throbbing, his was cool like metal and dark and rather frightening. He was still beautiful, sculpted in alabaster and darkness. They both were still for a moment. Thick and stale tension enshrouded them as they stared at each other with confusion, unable to conjure up what to do next. The situation was more than awkward! What could any of them do?
Persephone couldn’t even figure if she should be terrified, humiliated or enraged. Should she scream of terror or of bitter resentment and fury? Did she flee or did she flight? Would this change anything? Was her ordeal over? Would he let her go? What will happen now? Her mind reeled with unanswered questions as she took in a heavy breath, trying to collect her racing thoughts and calm her thundering heart. Cool fingers pressed against her forehead again, throbbing with power. Persephone tensed and felt her mortal form dissolve around her.
Those awful long blond locks gave way to waves of auburn and amber. Her green eyes lightened and were dipped with yellow like fresh spring leaves. Her skin glow with the hot aura of life and the dull beige became an inviting pale gold. As her form fell and disappeared, her pain faded with it. The horrible bruises on her legs faded into her skin as the slices and welt along her back patched and repaired. She felt stronger and more alert than she had for days. Hades took a sharp breath.
“Persephone. Wha…” he took another deep breath and closed his eyes. “What are you doing in the mortal realm?”
“I was hiding,” she replied, indifferently.
“Hiding?”
“Yes.”
“From what?”
“From all the gods who wanted to fuck me,” she stated simply, not bothering to lie. Hades didn’t reply. He felt numb and disconnected. Arista was Persephone. Persephone was Arista. What had he done? What could he do? Her mother would be furious! His brother would be furious! Hades took another deep breath as Persephone stared at him with dark, swimming eyes. Gods! She was even lovelier as a strong, vibrating goddess.
His eyes ravished her charming face, fresh and free from abuse. Damnit! He still wanted her! He craved for her. Gods! He loved her even more. His fear, awkwardness and remorse suddenly turned to carnal desires and raging possessiveness. He didn’t give a fuck about her mother or his brother or whatever trouble or disaster this would cause. He loved this girl no matter whether she had been mortal or goddess. She was going to be his all the same. With out any conscious thought of his actions, Hades grabbed the petit goddess and pulled her to her feet. Her eyes widened, startled and dumbfounded.
“Wha..wha..are you doing?” She stuttered.
“Talking you home,” he smiled, sinisterly.
Please R&R: Reviews are much appreciated.