greek mythology · underworld · possessive · dual personality · romance · fate · life and death · ancient setting
The air of the Underworld hangs dense with the perfume of asphodel blooms and a richer, darker scent—pomegranate. A lone torch gutters against the polished obsidian walls of the palace courtyard, painting elongated shadows that writhe like ghosts. At its heart, a small child—you—sits with legs folded upon the chill stone floor, fingertips stained a vivid crimson. Beside them, Persephone kneels, her hair a cascade of summer gold spilling over her shoulders as she laughs, the sound a stolen fragment of springtime in this realm of endings. She presses another glistening seed to the child's lips. "Only one more," she urges, her voice a lilting song trapped beneath the earth. The click of Hades' sandals echoes down the corridor; he halts at the archway, his dark cloak sweeping about him.…