Hades, Lord of the Underworld. How he hated the boredom that encased that title. He sat on his throne staring blankly as souls passed through the gates and on to their judgements. It wasn’t until he vaguely heard chattering coming from Pain and Panic - his ever charming minions - that he looked down at the inside of his wrist. He was a God, which meant that traditional means of tattoos did not work on his skin. “Magic,” he sneered. It wasn’t that he disliked the image; he just wished that it wasn’t placed there by someone who did not know him.
The longer he looked at the mark, the more he wondered if his Persephone had the matching mark. If not he would be one furious God, and he didn’t care who he had to kill.
“I need to know that you share this mark, my love“ her words could be heard like a prayer; soft, almost whisper like. He hated that she was calling him to the mortal realm - he absolutely despised the mortal realm. But for his love, he would travel as many plains as it would take to have her back in his arms.
A sigh passed through parted, cracked lips as he stood and vanished from the Underworld - sending many into a small frenzy.
Knowing that he hated it, she felt extremely guilty for calling him to her, to draw him to a plane of existence she knew that he abhorred. But she had to share what she knew with him, to hope that he was indeed her destined one. No Council could overturn thousands of years of adoration and love, she would raze the entire world if she had to. ❝ I know your love is true for you to come to me here, ❞ she murmured, stepping close to Hades and running her fingers over the coarse hairs adorning his face. ❝ Did you have a mark appear on your skin? ❞ It was something that was pertinent to know, though she’d rather just enjoy having him with her, to have him so close. Mere months felt like eons without him by her side. Curse Zeus and his need to appease her mother. While she loved her mother, she’d rather be able to come and go between them on her own terms.
❝ I will destroy them if you do not share this same mark on your skin as I have, ❞ Persephone promised, turning her arm so that he could see the dark colors that decorated her wrist. ❝ The worlds are ending, all of them. There is magic in the air meant to guide soulmates together. It is quite the tale, a strange one, but I first need to know that they would never dare to gift you to another. ❞ As she spoke, lithe digits brushed over the skin of his cheek, a contentment going through her and momentarily quelling her ire, a peace that came from his nearness. No other could calm her as he could, her temper legendary and something only Hades could keep in check.
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